Chapter 553

"As long as you give me a gift, I will be very happy, but I still want a special one..." Mo's small face tangled, turned to look at her with a pleading look, "Mommy, can I think more for a while?"

"Of course, you can take your time and let me know when you think about it. This promise will last forever." Shen Qingqing looked askew at his small face and said.

Mo's eyes brightened. "Mommy means that if I can't think of it all the time, you will live here until I think of it?"

In that case, he would rather never have a gift.

Shen Qingqing saw that he was distressed and said so smoothly, but he didn't expect that he would think so. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond.

There is a big gap between her and Leng Shaoheng. It can be said that she is from two worlds. Now she will live here because of Mo Mo, because around Mo Mo, she always feels like compensating for her own son who doesn't know where.

And the first time she saw Mo Mo, she had an indescribable sense of closeness. It happened that Mo Mo, who was not loved by her mother since childhood, also had a special dependence on her. The relationship between them was as warm as a mother and son.

"Mommy, don't be embarrassed. I'm joking. I've already thought of what I want." Mo Mo covers the loss in his heart and says with a smile.

"Oh, yes, what is it?" Shen Qingqing in order to ease the atmosphere, half joking and half seriously said, "but not too expensive, you know, too expensive, Mommy can't afford it."

"Don't worry, this gift doesn't cost money." Mo Mo suddenly lowered his head shyly, "there is a child in our class. He has a sweater knitted by his mother. He shows off every day in the class. If I also have a sweater knitted by mommy, I don't have to envy him any more."

Leng Shaoheng, who came in to ask them to have breakfast, had a pain in his heart when he heard his son's words.

Mo Mo is small, weak and sensitive. He is very concerned about his food and clothing. No matter what is the best or the most expensive, he didn't expect that Mo Mo doesn't care about the things that are beyond the reach of other ordinary people.

What he wanted most was an ordinary sweater made by mommy.

Shen Qingqing hugged lengyanmo painfully, "OK, I'll knit a sweater for you, but I can't do it yet. I have to learn. I don't know when I can knit it."

"Don't worry. Make it a little bigger. It's just right to wear this winter." Leng Shaoheng said.

"Dad, you don't have a sweater knitted by your wife. Do you want mommy to knit one for you? Then we can wear a parent-child sweater. Mommy, can you help dad knit one by the way? " Cold words Mo suggests a way.

My wife's sweater Leng Shaoheng loves this little smart guy.

Shen Qingqing saw a flash of light in Leng Shaoheng's eyes, and subconsciously refused: "Mo Mo, your father is a prosperous president. How can he wear a sweater? You think, people wear high-grade customized shirts and suits, and your father wears a sweater. The picture is too inconsistent and inappropriate."

Leng Shaoheng picked up Mo Mo and said to Shen Qingqing, "it's settled. I'll let someone buy wool in a moment."

After that, he took Mo Mo back to the children's room to change his clothes.

“……”

Shen Qingqing looked at the empty door and was stunned. Everything was decided. She didn't agree.

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