Chapter 1207
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The two men beside him were still asleep. Jiang Tingxu did not move. He closed his eyes …
When he woke up again, it was already ten o 'clock in the morning. There was no one beside him.
He sat up and rubbed his temples. He heard the voices of the father and son outside.
"Daddy, is Mommy still sleeping?"
"Yes."
"Daddy, is Mommy Sleeping Beauty? Why did she sleep for so long? "
"Mommy is tired."
The little one was very sensible. When he heard his father say that Mommy slept for so long because she was tired, he did not ask any more questions.
Mo Boyuan stopped typing on the keyboard.
"Have you finished writing the words I asked you to practice?" he asked.
It was just a piece of writing. It had been an hour.
Immediately, the little guy lowered his head even more and whispered, "Don't worry.
"Not yet, not yet."
How could a child have such strong willpower?
He must be writing for fun.
Mo Boyuan frowned slightly. He was about to speak when there were a few knocks on the door.
"Hurry up and write. If you haven't finished by the time I come back, write another one!"
In this regard, the little one felt wronged.
"I know, I know. Daddy, hurry up and open the door," he urged.
Closing the laptop, the man got up and opened the door.
Outside the door, the bodyguard did not dare to delay anything.
"Boss, Second Young Master Tan is here."
Tan Qingshu?
"Where is he?"
"This way."
Before leaving, the man closed the door and did not see that the person inside had already come out.
However, the little one saw it with his sharp eyes. He threw away the pen, got up, and ran over.
"Mommy!"
He did not forget that Daddy said that Mommy was very tired, so he did not pounce on her like before.
"Mommy, are you feeling better?" He asked with great concern. His little face was full of worry.
Seeing this, Jiang Tingxu's heart almost melted.
"Okay, okay. What did Daddy ask you to do?"
The little one began to complain.
"Mommy, Daddy forced Ning Ning to practice writing. It's such a big piece. He also said that if Ning Ning did not finish it, he would write another one. Ning Ning's fingers hurt from writing!"
As he spoke, he stretched out two fingers.
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