After flirting with me wrongly, my scumbag uncle pinched my waist and pampered me fiercely

Mo Chaomu blinked hard to make sure he was not dreaming.

When he saw the man again, Mo Chaomu said uncertainly: "Did I...did I see a ghost?"

Otherwise, how come the person in the photo appeared in front of him?

He must have opened the door in the wrong way, because Mo Chaomu suddenly went in before anyone else could say anything, and the door was slammed shut.

Then soon, Mo Chaomu opened it again and found that the scene at the door had not changed at all.

"Mommy!" Mo Chaomu called out, and then asked, "Why are you here? Do you feel a chill on your back?"

"No?" Shen Yuan said.

Mo Chaomu shuddered. He had heard that children could usually see more things than adults. Could it be that he was the only one who could see his father's ghost?

"Mommy, hurry up..."

Before he could finish saying the word "come in", Mo Chaomu was already picked up.

Ah!

He was caught by a ghost!

"Mommy, save me, save me! I've been caught by a ghost!" Mo Chaomu used his hands and feet to try to get out of a man's arms, but when his hand touched Bo Qing's face, he was stunned.

"hot."

"Mommy, he..."

Mo Chaomu rubbed Bo Qing's cheek with his hand: "Why do you have temperature? Is your face not fake?"

"No." The man's voice was low.

Mo Chaomu heard this voice: "You...you are the big devil!"

He heard the voice of the big devil yesterday, and this was it!

Why does the Big Devil have the same face as Daddy? Could this be the cheap stepfather Mommy found?

The stand-in that Mommy found is so similar to Daddy, he looks exactly like Daddy!

"Yes." The man admitted generously, holding the little guy in his arms, a little glutinous rice ball, and it has grown so big.

"Then why do you look like my daddy? Mommy, what's going on?" Mo Chaomu still didn't understand the situation. Could it be that Daddy came back to life?

"This is a long story. Where are you planning to go in the middle of the night?" Shen Yuan looked at Mo Chaomu's suitcase, which was already ready.

Fortunately, they met at the door, otherwise if it was a little later, Mo Chaomu would have gone out and they would not have been able to see Mo Chaomu.

"I'm on my way to Los Angeles, I want to find you guys!"

"Why are you looking for us?"

"Of course I want to see my cheap daddy, and I also want to see what the big devil looks like!"

He was just too curious.

Bo Qing's heart also trembled, so he and his son thought the same thing.

If he had not chosen to come back with Shen Yuan in the middle of the night, Mo Chaomu would have gone to Luocheng.

Los Angeles is too dangerous now, it’s really not suitable to go there.

"Have I, the great devil, disappointed you?" Bo Qing's eyes fell on this pink face and he couldn't move them away.

Mo Chaomu said: "That depends on your performance first. Go in first. I want to interrogate you!"

"Okay." Bo Qing smiled, his eyes full of happiness.

With one hand he held Mo Chaomu, and with the other hand he reached out to Shen Yuan, holding her hand.

Shen Yuan carried Mo Chaomu's small suitcase, and the family went home first.

Bo Qing held Mo Chaomu in his arms and sat on the sofa over there, with Mo Chaomu sitting directly on his lap.

He still found it incredible, wondering whether this was true or not.

"Wait for me first!" Mo Chaomu said, jumping off Bo Qing's legs and running into the bedroom.

Soon, he came out with a photo frame in his hand and rushed to Bao Qing's lap. He put the photo frame next to Bao Qing, compared them, and then exclaimed: "It's exactly the same!"

Bo Qing's voice became hoarse: "I am your daddy. I am Bo Qing."

"Impossible!" Mo Chaomu blinked. The lawless little devil's eyes were slightly red. "Then why...you haven't shown up in the past five years, so why did you come just now?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy is late." Bo Qing hugged the little body.

His son is now in his arms, and his wife is now by his side. It seems that there is no happier thing than this.

Although he didn't know what the future would be like, at this moment, Bo Qing already felt satisfied.

"Mommy, is this true?" Mo Chaomu still didn't dare to confirm.

What if this was fake, what if he was dreaming?

Just in case, just in case...

Mo Chaomu was incoherent. What if Daddy disappeared again?

Shen Yuan said: "It is most likely true, and he has another identity, and you also know that identity."

Does he know him too?

But there did seem to be something familiar about Daddy. Mo Chaomu frowned and thought, who does he look like?

picture……

"Big bad guy!" Mo Chaomu suddenly called out this name. He felt like he was a big bad guy!

Especially when he was held like this, it seemed like this was the feeling when the big bad guy often sneaked into his room, held him and told him stories.

Seeing Bo Qing's expression, Mo Chaomu became more certain: "You are the big bad guy!"

The title of "big bad guy" made Bo Qing pause: "I am a killer, but how can I be called a big bad guy? What's bad about me?"

"You are a bad guy. You bullied my mommy and wanted to kill my grandpa!"

Bo Qing was speechless for a while before he spoke: "That's all a misunderstanding."

"It's not a misunderstanding, right, Mommy?" Mo Chaomu shook his little feet, but did not come out of Bo Qing's arms.

He still couldn't believe that the big bad guy and the big devil were the same person. He even sent a message to the big bad guy last night, saying that his house had been robbed.

This is quite a surprise. Even though I say I hate big bad guys, I still like them in my heart.

What’s more, the big bad guy and the big devil are the same person, so there’s no need to choose!

"But why are you my daddy? Why didn't you show up earlier? Is it true that my mommy is marrying you? Don't lie to me!" Mo Chaomu opened his eyes wide.

This definitely wasn't an illusion caused by waking up early. He still found it so incredible, as if all the good things he had imagined had really happened.

All the people he liked turned out to be the same person in the end, and that person was his daddy.

"Although I missed your previous growth in the past, Daddy promises that I won't do that again in the future."

Mo Chaomu stretched out his little finger: "Let's pinky it."

His hands were so small that they looked like tender lotus roots, white and cute. When they were clenched together, they looked like a small glutinous rice ball.

How could there be such a pink and tender little creature in the world? In comparison, Bo Qing's palm was much wider. He also stretched out his little finger and hooked it on Mo Chaomu's hand.

"Yeah, hook."