Double treasures are coming: the group-loving mommy has lost her vest again

The flight attendants immediately got up and went to each cabin to comfort the passengers, and the loudspeakers continuously echoed safety reminders.

After all, Qin Ping and Qin An were only five or six-year-old children and had never experienced such a scene.

The instability around them made them stare at each other subconsciously.

Qin Ping's eyes were filled with fear and he couldn't hide it at all: "What should An An do? The plane is going to fall, will we die?"

"no, I can not."

An An wanted to pretend to be calm, but his wet palms and stammering tone betrayed his true emotions.

The plane shook more and more violently.

Even though they were wearing seat belts, they still couldn't control their bodies being pulled and swayed from side to side.

After comforting the passengers outside, the flight attendant staggered back, barely able to stabilize her body and clutching the back of the chair tightly.

She came to Qin Ping and Qin An, and comforted her in a gentle and gentle voice: "Baby, it's okay, hold on to your seat belts, and leave the rest to uncle the captain."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I don't want to die. I haven't seen mommy yet, and I haven't found daddy yet. I don't want to die."

The flight attendant's uncertain answer amplified the fear in Qin Ping's heart.

Unable to hold it back for a moment, Qin Ping burst into tears.

Qin An wanted to comfort Qin Ping, but he was also afraid, so he could only grit his teeth and pretend to be strong.

Mo Ling was woken up by a burst of crying. He frowned slightly and turned his head. Qin Ping and Qin An's eyes were full of panic.

Mo Ling, who was never prone to sympathy, felt an inexplicable feeling of distress in his heart.

If they weren't just two brats, why did he feel sorry for them?

Mo Ling instantly swept away the flutter in his heart and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

The degree of shaking of the plane was nothing to him.

"An'an, I want to go home, I want Grandpa Qi, I miss Uncle Geng, Uncle Lin, Uncle Ji, and Ahua, Awang, Ameow..."

Qin Ping talked endlessly about his family, not even sparing every plant, tree, cat and dog in the house.

And her words, which were like a running account, once again interrupted Mo Ling's meditation with his eyes closed.

He was about to say shut up, but when he came to his mouth, he said——

"Quiet."

Perhaps because his voice was cold enough, Qin Ping forgot about the noise for a moment, and blinked hard with tear-stained eyes.

Qin Ping sniffed and whispered, "Did I disturb uncle?"

Somehow, Mo Ling's heart trembled suddenly.

This girl seems to be quite distressing.

By some strange coincidence, Mo Ling spoke again, but this time what he said made Mo Yi on the side stunned.

"Don't be afraid, we'll be fine."

Is Master Mo comforting that girl?

OMG!

Mr. Mo, who never meddles in other people's business, made an exception again today!

Or for a girl I have never met before!

You know, the last time Master Mo made an exception was 5 years ago!

It's a pity that that woman still doesn't know whether she is dead or alive...

"Mo Yi, go take a look."

Not giving Mo Yi a chance to make random guesses, Mo Ling gave the order coolly.

"Yes, Master Mo."

In addition to being Mo Ling's personal bodyguard, Mo Yi is also good at various types of transportation.

Fly a plane?

Trifle~

"Really, uncle? I don't believe you when you say we'll be fine, unless...we pull the hook."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Ping found the courage to boldly unbuckle his seat belt and trotted towards Mo Ling.

The stewardess and An An were both startled and wanted to stop her, but they couldn't help but the plane suddenly bumped again.

Qin An instinctively grabbed the seat belt.

The flight attendant also grabbed the back of the chair tightly and had no time to take Qin Ping into consideration.

Qin Ping staggered and hit the seat at the other end.

"Ping Ping!" Qin An shouted worriedly.

Soon after, a pair of slender and strong arms firmly caught Qin Ping, narrowly avoiding the tragic ending of her collision with the back of the chair.

The moment he hugged Qin Ping, Mo Ling suddenly felt a joy of regaining something.

what happened?

Why does he feel this way?

"Uncle, we won't die, right?" Qin Ping confirmed to him again, and then stretched out his hand worriedly, "Uncle, let's pull the hook."

Qin Ping raised his little finger and looked at him with bright eyes.

At that moment, she seemed to have forgotten her fear and nervousness.

Normally, Mo Ling would not have paid attention to such a childish and boring request.

But today, facing those big clear eyes that were eager to get a response, Mo Ling subconsciously reached out his hand and hooked it with her little finger by accident.

"Pull the hook and hang yourself. It won't change for a hundred years."

The clear and touching child's voice made Mo Ling feel warm in his heart.

Qin Ping felt soft and waxy when he picked it up, and it seemed to feel pretty good.

It seems that her parents take good care of her.

For the first time, Mo Ling felt that there was something cute about children.

"Pingping, come back quickly."

Qin An stared at Mo Ling warily, fearing that he would abduct Qin Ping.

"No, no, no, this uncle is so handsome, and he smells so good."

After saying that, Qin Ping suddenly approached him and took a sharp sniff.

Does he smell good?

Mo Ling raised his other hand dubiously and smelled it.

No taste?

Could it be that this little girl deliberately flattered him in order to rely on him?

"Little girl, your nose will grow longer if you lie." Mo Ling pretended to be serious to scare her.

However, Qin Ping was not scared: "Uncle, it's true, Pingping didn't lie. You smell so good, just like mommy."

Mommy's taste?

Could it be that her mother uses the same perfume as him?

Mo Ling felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he thought that he and a woman had used the same thing.

I'll replace that thing when I get back!

As soon as Mo Yi came back, he saw Mo Ling holding a little baby in his arms, and he was stunned with shock.

When did their master Mo become so close to children?

Or a little girl I’ve never met before?

"Ping Ping, the plane is ready. Come back quickly and don't bother that uncle."

Uncle?

Mo Ling frowned and glanced at Qin An displeasedly.

He was about to say why this boy was so incapable of talking, he was so different from the little girl in his arms, but when he saw Qin An's face, a flash of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Why does this kid look exactly like he did when he was a kid? !

Mo Ling couldn't believe it and once suspected that he was being blinded.

He took off his sunglasses and continued to look at Qin An carefully from head to toe.

"An'an, what I said is right. This uncle is really handsome. He is as handsome as a tree, suave and handsome. He looks better than Pan An..."

No matter how much Qin Ping praised him in his arms, Mo Ling remained unmoved.

Because at this moment, all he could see was Qin An, who was looking at him.

"Uncle, are you in love with me when you stare at me like this?" Qin An suddenly said these words.