Mo Yuxuan groaned two times and fell asleep again.
Mo Beiting took a wet towel to wipe his ass. just as he was about to change it, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in."
"Mo Dong, here are the financial statements you want."
The man who came in was the manager of the financial department. He was short and fat. He respectfully put the document on Mo Beiting's desk, sniffed, and asked frankly, "what's the smell of Mo Dong?"
Mo Beiting
He calmly opened the folder and did not speak.
As soon as the manager of the financial department finished asking, he knew that he had a brain pit. Today, Mr. Mo brought the young master to the company, and the whole company was talking about it.
He is also the father of two children, and asked such a stupid question.
He stood there awkwardly, and Mo Beiting, who was reading the report, suddenly leaned back, and then——
A column of water rushed up from the top of the table, all over the papers he had worked hard for two days.
Manager:
Mo Beiting
The office was quiet for a few seconds.
He gave a dry cough and stepped away from the bench. However, there was still a lot of stains on his trousers. "Print it again."
"Yes."
"Ask the cleaner to come up."
As soon as the manager of the financial department left, Mo Beiting looked coldly at Mo Yuxuan, who was uncomfortable in his arms and wanted to cry with a wrinkled face. He told him coldly, "you dare to cry."
Mo Yuxuan opened his mouth and cried.
Assistant Zhang came in with the cleaner and saw it——
Mo Dong, who has always been leisurely, is walking back and forth in the office with a naked young master in his arms, and his crotch is still wet.
Mo Beiting pointed to a messy desk and said to the cleaner, "clean up," he looked at assistant Zhang, "I'll take a bath and send the documents to be signed this afternoon to the reception hall. I'll work there this afternoon. Here, I'll open a window to spread the smell."
……
When Mo Yuxuan was four years old, his teeth began to break. Yiqiao and Mo Beiting began to control his snacks.
Therefore, Mo Yuxuan cherishes the snacks that are not easy to get. Once a kindergarten held a family outing, Yiqiao bought a small bag of snacks for Mo Yuxuan.
After arriving at the destination, the teacher said the matters needing attention, and then moved freely.
Children who play well get together to eat and play.
Mo Beiting and Yi Qiao stood far away, in the shade of the tree. They were not like other parents. They were behind their children like chickens.
Mo Yuxuan squatted on the ground to pull the grass plaintively, looking at a classmate who was lifted on his shoulder by his father enviously, "Dad, I also want to lift high."
Mo Beiting: are you still young
"..." I'm still young.
Yi Qiao squatted down and rubbed Mo Yuxuan's hair: "go and share snacks with your classmates."
Mo Yuxuan to take snacks to eat, see his mother is looking at him, then divided a small partner to the side of the body.
When he turned around again, he saw that his mother didn't look at him, but was talking to his father. He finished his food several times and said to his little friend, "are you hungry?"
Little partner a face is muddled, in the hand is still holding the biscuit that he gives, "not hungry."
"If you're not hungry, give it to me. I'm starving."
My little friend
He obediently returned the biscuit.
Yi Qiao and Mo Beiting
Little partner's mother looked at Mo Beiting standing on one side and asked Mo Yuxuan very gently, "aunt, here's food. Can I give it to you?"
Mo Yuxuan smiles like a blooming flower, "thank you, auntie. You are so beautiful."
Mo Beiting coughed and asked Yi Qiao: "this character, like you?"
"Mom says it's more like you." Mo Yuxuan's outline is more like Mo Beiting's, neat and strong.
"I'm not so cheeky."
"It could also be recessive."
Mo Beiting
Over there, the little partner's mother looked at Mo Yuxuan, smiling more and more gently, and rubbed his hair, "eat slowly, there are still many, how can you be hungry? Didn't you have lunch? "
Yi Qiao and Mo Beiting were about to walk past when Mo Yuxuan asked, "aunt, do you want to soak my father?"
“……”
The other party was very embarrassed. Subconsciously, he looked in the direction of Mo Beiting and saw that Mo Beiting was going to come.
The face "rubs" red.
Mo Yuxuan was still a serious face of advice, that look, young and mature, there is a bit of distress, delicate brow tightly wrinkled, "I admit my father is very handsome, you want to soak him is also human nature, but it is best not to, he is only good, rich these superficial external advantages, in fact, bad temper, also do not like to talk, black face with charcoal..."