Folding wings

Mo Ji coldly was stuffed into his arms by the soft little prince, and suddenly stiffened, holding the little doll with both arms half-raised and half-embracing, he was extremely nervous, "I don't know how to hug." The appearance of being careful and hugging is really too much pressure.

As his own father, Ren Ji didn't care at all and said: "It's not easy to hug someone so easily, you just need to relax a little bit, he will be uncomfortable if he is too stiff." Seeing that Mo Jihan still looked nervous , got bad intentions again, and threatened: "If you don't relax, he will cry when he is uncomfortable. If you really cry, you can coax him yourself."

Mo Jihan became even more nervous. At this time, the little prince turned his head and met those big eyes that were still shining with water. Mo Jihan was really afraid that he would cry in the next moment, so he subconsciously walked up, and whispered: "You But please don't cry."

The little prince was very face-saving, he really didn't cry when he was hugged by Mo Jihan around the room, he just stared at the person who was hugging him with his eyes open, he saw very few people now, and his breath was already very familiar, and suddenly he was caught by a stranger He was hugged by someone, but instead of being afraid of life, he stared at it with his eyes open, which looked very strange.

However, Mo Jihan didn't know that the little prince was just staring at him strangely. When he saw him staring at him, he became even more nervous. He walked faster unconsciously, and kept saying "Don't cry, don't cry" in a low voice. Watching with vicious smiles.

After walking like this for a while, the little prince didn't cry again. Mo Jihan breathed a sigh of relief, and he wasn't so stiff anymore. He groped to adjust his posture, and suddenly the little prince straightened up and threw himself into his arms. Raising his little hand, he ran towards his face and grabbed it.

Mo Jihan didn't know how to react at all, he let the little prince scratch his cheek in a daze. The prince held it in his hand.

The little prince who was holding his hair was obviously in a good mood, grinning, the fine teeth like millet grains looming on the pink gums were very cute, Mo Jihan could only tilt his neck to look at the little prince who was smiling in his arms A little helpless, "Why do you like to grab your hair?"

Because he didn't know how to hold a child before, he stretched out his arms to hold the little prince. Now he threw himself into Mo Jihan's arms, and he finally felt comfortable next to him. Being dishonest, he was about to crawl on people while kicking his legs, and his hands were still pulling his hair and refused to let go, which made Mo Jihan suffer.

Ren Ji looked at Mo Jihan's distressed appearance and smiled heartlessly for a long time before reminding him, "Go and sit down, he's regained his energy."

Mo Jihan hurried to the bed, sat down on his back, and then dared to let go and let the little prince climb up and down. However, the curly hair was always held by the little prince, and his scalp really hurt.I wanted to take out the hair, but I didn't expect that the child's hand strength was unexpectedly strong, and I couldn't pull it out if I used too little strength.If he tried to pull it out with force, the little prince felt that the thing in his hand was about to slip away, and he would immediately slap his mouth. Mo Jihan was really afraid that he would cry, so he obediently stayed still.

Ren Ji came over at this time, holding a small basket in his hand, and threw the small basket on the bed. Mo Jihan took a look and found that it was full of children's toys.

Since it is the prince's toy, there is nothing that is not delicate. Ren Ji picked out a colorful tambourine and shook it jingling, "Son, look over here."

The crisp sound and bright colors quickly attracted the little prince's attention. He tilted his head and looked at it for a moment, then without hesitation, he let go of the tugging hair and crawled over quickly, reaching for his little hand to reach the tambourine.

Ren Ji teased his son with the tambourine and let it go decisively. He put the tambourine into his son's hand, turned his head and said to Mo Jihan, "You can play with him, he loves to play with these things very much. The boy is actually very easy to take care of, he can play by himself when he is full, and sleeps when he is tired. I will deal with some things first, and I will ask someone to watch over here, so don't be too nervous."

He smoothed Shun Mo Jihan's messy hair, kissed him again, and sighed: "I'm relieved to put this kid in your hands."

Ren Ji left soon, and Mo Jihan was holding the toy basket and looked at the little prince with a complicated mood while crawling around on the bed playing with the puppet little tiger. The tambourine had long since been forgotten by him.

After entertaining himself for a while, the little prince probably couldn't get used to the quiet surroundings, so he stopped chasing the little tiger, lay down on the bed and stared at him for a while, then ran towards Mo Jihan and crawled over. While screaming "Ahhh", she threw herself into his arms.

Mo Jihan quickly reached out to catch him, seeing the little dough-like thing rolling around in his arms, he felt a sense of reality in his heart: he has a son.

The author has something to say:

I have been working overtime so stupid that I don’t even know what I am writing. QAQ is a stupid leader, and I am unsuccessful in changing the process every year. It is a typical example of repeated defeats and repeated battles. I am convinced.

Wait for me to sort it out, the next chapter is over, huh