The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

"Absolutely obedient, I haven't even left the door here once." Bai Xiran raised her hand, and swore obediently.

Mo Junzhe's eyes wandered past her, and after making sure that she was not lying, he gave up questioning.

The grandparents and grandchildren in the front were talking about the pain of parting in the past few days, and the other guests greeted each other under the arrangement of Li Ze'an.

The scene was lively for a while.

"I've finished my work now, so go home if you have nothing to do." Mo Junzhe glanced at his watch, and spoke in a deep voice.

The mother and son next to them are eating cake.

At this moment, he raised his head almost at the same time, "Why?"

"Yes, yes, why." The Xiaobao brand repeater was launched, very professional.

Bai Xiran looked at the man beside him, and for some reason, since the moment he came in, he had always had a sullen face.

Not angry, but rather worried.

Then she stretched out her hand, gently landed on the corner of the man's clothes, and pulled it.

"Mr. Mo, Uncle Mo... After all, there are so many people and it's so lively. Let's stay for a while."

"Yes, yes, stay for a while..." Xiaobao swallowed another mouthful of the cake, raised his head and smiled at Mo Junzhe, trying to soften the man's heart with his pure and innocent smile.

Exchangeable...

"Father, Xiaobao hasn't finished eating yet!"

Mo Junzhe picked him up and put it aside, and took away all the cakes on the table. Seeing that he was not fair, he reprimanded him with a cold face, "I have eaten enough, men need to be restrained, understand?"

"Xiaobao is not a man, Xiaobao is still a little Kuoai..."

The little guy was indignant, with his hands on his hips, he really wanted to argue with Mo Junzhe.

But unfortunately... the momentum has weakened a lot.

So he could only try to widen his eyes, trying to influence his tough father...

Bai Xiran pretended not to see the father and son fighting, and secretly stuffed the remaining cake into his mouth.

"When it comes to temperance or something, someone should lead by example..." She muttered under her breath.

Although the voice was not loud, it happened to fall into the man's ears.

Mo Junzhe gave up the "battle" with the little guy, and turned to look at his little wife, "Is the wife dissatisfied?"

"Uh... is there?"

Those who know the current affairs are heroes, Bai Xiran felt that it was better not to set himself on fire.

He quickly waved his hands, "Absolutely not!"

But the man still leaned over, and the deep and hoarse voice rang in her ears, "It's good that there is no dissatisfaction. Don't worry, my wife. My husband should work hard to make sure that my wife is satisfied."

Bai Xiran, "..."

"But it's too late today, I'll send you guys back." Mo Junzhe still made a decision, without giving the mother and son a chance to refute.

The little guy still wanted to protest, but seeing his own Ma Ma blushing, he had obviously lost his ability to resist, thinking that he couldn't support himself, so he finally gave up.

"Okay, okay, go home when you go home, anyway, Xiaobao can sleep with Ranran tonight!"

He gently pushed Bai Xiran's wheelchair.

Just two steps away, a deep voice came from behind, "When I go back, I will watch the young master go to bed and sleep, especially...he is not allowed to enter the master bedroom."

"Ok sir."

Mo Xiaobao stopped immediately, turned around angrily, "Father, you are going too far!"

"uh-huh."

"You always bully Xiaobao like this, Xiaobao will no longer be your baby! It's Ranran's own little baby..."