Chapter 964
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It was a familiar movement. Mochen froze. He turned his head and saw the little guy.
The moment their eyes met, the little guy's eyes turned red.
Mochen sat there, forgetting to react.
Why did little troublemaker suddenly come back?
The little guy spoke after a long while, his voice hoarse. "I came back to see you …"
Mochen stared at the little guy, his eyes dark and turbulent.
The little guy couldn't speak for a long time. He just stared at Mochen.
Not only did Little Chen look pale, but he was also very thin!
Mochen asked after a long time, "Why didn't you say hello in advance?"
The little guy was speechless.
Say hello?
Would he answer the call?
Obviously, he wouldn't!
He looked at Mochen for a long time before saying, "Were you afraid that I would come to see you?"
Mochen stared at the little guy.
His tone was no longer as childish as before.
After a long time, he sighed softly and bent over to pick up the little guy.
Before he could pick him up, his arm suddenly stiffened and stopped working.
The little guy obviously felt it. His voice trembled slightly. "What … what's wrong with your arm?"
Mochen's voice was cold. "Maybe I'm old and my body isn't as good as before."
The little guy felt his breath being strangled. He suddenly couldn't make a sound.
Daddy was only twenty-seven years old. He was very, very young. How could he be old!
Could it be that Daddy would soon become a vegetable?
Or …
He didn't dare to think about it. His little body trembled slightly.
Mochen waited for a long time until his arm could move freely again. He picked up the little guy. "You're too heavy."
The little guy said, "Of course, I'm growing up bit by bit."
Mochen looked down at the little guy.
The little guy said softly, "You have to be well."
Mochen grunted and asked softly, "How are Mommy and Little Pomelo?"
The little guy asked in a low voice, "Was that text message you sent to Little Pomelo?"
Text message?
Had he accidentally sent it last night?
He looked at the little guy, his eyes dark as ink, but he didn't say anything.
The little guy puffed up his little face. "I'll go back tonight."
Mochen replied, "Yes."
The little fellow did not make a sound. Suddenly, she leaned into Mochen's embrace and hugged Mochen tightly with her two little arms.
Mochen froze there. After a long time, his thin lips kissed his forehead.
The little guy cried out, "Daddy, I miss you."
Mochen couldn't make a sound. His throat felt like it was filled with acid.
The little guy closed his eyes. After a while, he adjusted his emotions and sniffed. "Don't work anymore. From now on, until I leave, I'll take over all your time, okay?"
Mochen replied, "Yes."
He put down the little fellow, took his hand, and walked out of the study.
The little fellow's heart ached as she followed Mochen.
The feeling of being held by Little Chenzi's big hand felt really good!
When they reached the first floor, Mohan was chatting with Ji Zuo.
Hearing the footsteps, Mohan turned around and his gaze froze.
My body has actually withered to such a state!
Mochen looked at the little guy. "Do you want some milk tea?"
The little guy snorted lightly. "You don't know how to cook it."
Mochen glanced at the little guy arrogantly and turned to go to the kitchen.
The little guy followed him.
Mochen stood in the kitchen, brewing milk tea.
The little guy looked at him quietly from behind.
Since when did Daddy learn this skill?
In the past, Daddy didn't know how to cook!
Half an hour later, Mochen looked at the little guy. "Half sugar or little sugar?"
The little guy thought for a while. "Half sugar."
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