When Zhong Teng arrived at the hotel, a thin, small figure was looking around anxiously at the door of the room.
Zhong Teng paced towards Mo Xiaomo. Both of them were a little embarrassed.
“You … You shouldn’t come.” Mo Xiaomo squeezed her clothes primly, tangling intensely in her heart.
Last night, she could view this man as a stranger. But tonight, she was unable to ignore the relationship between Zhong Teng and Mo Xiaoxiao.
“That I come here is just because I like Qingbao. You don’t have to think too much.”
Zhong Teng stretched out his hand to open the door but remissly touched Mo Xiaomo’s skin. The inexplicable limp and numb sense made him stiff.
“Is it really because of Qingbao? ” He thought.
Zhong Teng calmed himself down, and he followed his heart to open the door and walk toward Qingbao.
“Daddy!” Qing Bao ran to Zhong Teng’s arms with teary eyes.
Mo Xiaomo was against her forehead helplessly. Within a day, Qingbao was so clingy to Zhong Teng, which really gave her a headache!
Qingbao kissed Zhong Teng’s face with satisfaction. Zhong Teng’s face was stained with the warm saliva, making him dumbfounding.
Late at night, the noisy little boy finally fell asleep. Qing Bao snuggled up to Zhong Teng, but he did not forget to hold Mo Xiaomo by hand.
Watching Qing Bao was in a sound sleep with a smile, Zhong Teng broke the ice between himself and Mo Xiaomo.
“Where is his biological father?”
“Dead.” Mo Xiaomo said through gritted teeth.
A strange emotion crossed in Zhong Teng’s heart, and disappeared before he could catch it.
The two was chatting casually, but Mo Xiaomo’s voice trailed away until silence.
When Zhong Teng turned to see Mo Xiaomo, Mo Xiaomo had frowned and fell asleep. Zhong Teng reached out to wrap her in the quilt, but he didn’t feel a little sleepy at all.
“Has she been brought up Qingbao by herself these years? Why there is no memory of Qingbao’s father in her words? What’s Qingbao’s origin?” thought Zhong Teng.
All sorts of questions haunted Zhong Teng, leaving him unable to think.
There was a rustle and Zhong Teng heard Qingbao mumbling. He opened his eyes and saw Qingbao, who was asleep, rolling over on Mo Xiaomo.
Mo Xiaomo felt the pressure and casually pulled Qingbao down. Then she adjusted her posture and found a comfortable sleeping position.
Zhong Teng froze. He looked down in disbelief at Mo Xiaomo huddled in his arms, his face twitching.
That’s how she pushed Qingbao out of her way last night and climbed into her arms?
An indescribable emotion danced on the tip of his heart. Zhong Teng gulped, trying to move his body closer to the bed.
However, the woman in her arms seemed not satisfied with Zhong Teng’s movement, and wrapped him directly like an octopus.
His long, thin legs were resting on his belly, and he could clearly feel his head lift there…
Damn the woman!
The warm breath of Mo Xiaomo’s nostrils sprayed on Zhong Teng’s neck, the regular whiff and puff like a cat’s paw scratching his heart.
Zhong Teng’s Adam’s apple rolled, never to move again, hoping the long night would be over.
When the day dawned, Mo Xiaomo, who had never had a dream, felt that she had slept soundly and warmly. As soon as she opened her eyes to stretch out, it was obvious that she had touched a hard object on her leg.
Since when are there sticks in bed?
Mo Xiaomo opened her eyes and nearly exploded on the spot!
She — she — she’s in Zhong Teng’s arms?
How his legs are on his stomach!
Well, that hard thing was…