Auntie Su looked at Sir. He had taken off his black suit and was wearing a pure white shirt. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing his strong wrists and the expensive watch on his wrist. He held a knife and fork in his hands, and his movements were elegant as he cut the steak.
As he cut the steak, Sir glanced at Little Munchkin and the phone in his hand.
Auntie Su was stunned. Sir was really peeping.
"Daddy, Fairy Sister added me. I want to chat with her." Little Munchkin looked at his daddy with watery eyes.
Gu Mohan looked up at Little Munchkin and asked nonchalantly, "You know how to type?"
Little Munchkin had a high IQ. Gu Mohan had hired teachers to teach Little Munchkin Pinyin, English, and numbers, so Little Munchkin knew a lot of things. But he was only a three-year-old after all, so typing was a little difficult for him.
Little Munchkin replied, "Oh, oh." That's right, he didn't know how to type.
Gu Mohan placed a small piece of steak into his mouth and finished it elegantly. He coughed and said, "If you beg me, I can help you type."
Little Munchkin's eyes lit up and he chuckled. "Daddy, thank you. There's no need for that. We can video chat on WeChat. I'll video chat with Fairy Sister now."
Little Munchkin made a video call.
Video chat?
Gu Mohan straightened his back and subconsciously raised his hand to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt.
"Sir," Auntie Su reminded him with a smile, "You won't appear on screen in this WeChat video chat unless you sit next to Young Master."
"…"
Gu Mohan froze in the middle of straightening his collar. He had never used WeChat before and he thought that he would look good in a video chat.
But Auntie Su poured cold water on his face.
After all, he had been in the business world for so many years and had seen all kinds of situations. Gu Mohan's handsome face did not reveal any awkward expression, his deep and narrow eyes glanced at Auntie Su.
Being stared at by the man like this, Auntie Su quickly calmed down. She stood at attention, puffed out her chest, and looked straight ahead.
After lecturing Auntie Su, Gu Mohan picked up his knife and fork, continuing to cut his steak elegantly.
At this moment, the video call was connected and a sweet voice could be heard from the other end. "Hello, Little Niuniu."
Little Munchkin held onto his phone and looked at Tang Mo 'er with watery eyes. "Fairy Sister, have you had dinner? I'm having dinner now."
"What did Little Niuniu eat for dinner?" Tang Mo 'er asked sweetly.
Little Munchkin pointed the camera at his own plate. It was a small portion of steak spaghetti. "I'm eating this. Fairy Sister, what are you eating for dinner?"
"Big sister is eating hotpot with someone outside."
"Wow, hot pot." Little Munchkin instantly felt that his steak noodles were tasteless. He had never eaten hotpot before and he really wanted to eat it. "Fairy Sister, is the hotpot delicious?"
"It's delicious. Little Munchkin has never eaten hotpot before?"
"No, Daddy doesn't allow me to eat them. Daddy says that those skewers are round, hot, and fried, and they're all very unhealthy. He doesn't allow me to eat them." Little Munchkin pouted his lips, looking aggrieved.
Gu Mohan glanced at Little Munchkin from the corner of his eyes. Little Munchkin actually knew how to complain and act cute.
At this moment, he heard a soft laughter. "Oh, Little Niuniu, help me tell your daddy that I wish him a long life."
Gu Mohan froze in the middle of cutting his steak.
At this moment, he heard another laugh. "But your daddy is right. A man in his thirties should also take care of his body."
Gu Mohan was speechless.
Little Munchkin was amused and he laughed uncontrollably. "That's right, Fairy Sister. My daddy is already an old man."
"Mm, next time Big Sister has a chance, bring Little Niuniu out to eat hotpot. As long as we don't eat spicy food, it's healthy."
"Really? Fairy Sister, let's pinky promise. Don't lie to me. "
The mother and son were chatting happily. Gu Mohan wished he could throw away the knife and fork in his hand. How was he old?
As a 33-year-old man, his status, wealth, power, and status had reached a certain peak. He was handsome and dignified, with a high sex index. Who knew how many women adored him and wanted to climb into his bed!
Otherwise, why would they say that the mother and son had no taste?
Gu Mohan picked up the red wine glass and took a sip. He glanced at Little Munchkin who was laughing happily. The woman on the other end was coaxing him in a soft voice and making him laugh. Why did he feel that Little Munchkin was such an eyesore?
He really wanted to throw Little Munchkin out.
He rapped his fingers on the dining table and Little Munchkin immediately looked up. Gu Mohan whispered, "Ask her, is the person eating with her a man or a woman?"
Little Munchkin was dumbfounded. Why?
Gu Mohan pursed his thin lips, his expression awkward and arrogant. "Do you want your Fairy Sister to be abducted by another man?"
That's right. Little Munchkin was suddenly enlightened. Daddy was so good, helping him chase Fairy Sister. Little Munchkin wanted to pounce on Daddy and kiss him.
"Fairy Sister, is the friend eating hotpot with you a boy or a girl?" Little Munchkin asked in a childish voice.
Tang Mo 'er's camera swayed and Qi Xi appeared on the screen. "It's a girl."
Qi Xi screamed, "Mo 'er, where did you find this Little Munchkin? He's so cute, I really want to pinch his face."
"Isn't he cute?" Tang Mo 'er laughed.
"Mo 'er, let's go to the bar to drink and dance after eating hotpot," Qi Xi suggested.
Hearing this, Gu Mohan's eyes darkened and he promptly looked at Little Munchkin. "Don't let her go!"
His domineering tone forbade Tang Mo 'er from drinking and dancing at the bar.
Little Munchkin didn't allow it either, so he said in a childish voice, "Fairy Sister, don't drink. It's not good for your health. I usually go to bed early after drinking a glass of milk at night."
Since Little Munchkin had said so, Tang Mo 'er promptly smiled and said, "Okay, Sister won't go drink then."
…
After dinner, Gu Mohan went to the study to work. When he was done at nine o 'clock, he left the study.
When he passed by Little Munchkin's room, he heard Little Munchkin's laughter. Little Munchkin had eaten dinner and taken a shower, then lay on the bed and chatted with Tang Mo 'er again.
Gu Mohan stood there for a moment, his thin, cold lips slowly curved into a faint but warm smile.
For the past three years, apart from work, he had placed all his attention on Little Munchkin, but Little Munchkin still needed maternal love.
Tang Mo 'er had been absent from Little Munchkin's life for three years, but Little Munchkin still recognized his Mommy at one glance and fell in love with her. This was a kind of blood relationship that no one could replace.
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