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He said, "Okay!"

A good word was like a bolt of thunder in a clear sky, striking Mu Qiqi who was on the outside and inside.

How could he agree?

"Oh yeah! "Great, I can finally have Daddy's Mommy accompany me out to play!" The little fellow was so happy that it was dancing with joy. It could not conceal its excited look.

A dark light flashed through his deep eyes, causing Mo Yan Jue's heart to constrict.

The child's words and attitude were precisely the most childish and naive of intentions, stabbing right into the heart of Mo Yan.

Taking a deep look at the child, his expressionless face loosened slightly. "Let's go!"

Mu Qiqi was like a dazed chicken, standing on the spot, completely at a loss as to how to react.

Hearing this, the little guy's father agreed and pulled Mu Qiqi's hand forward. What was even more interesting was that the little guy actually forcefully shoved Mu Qiqi's hand towards Mo Yan Jue, and said with a smile: "Daddy, you have to hold onto Mommy's hand so that our family of three won't lose it."

Mu Qiqi was dumbfounded. If she went out to play, then she would go out to play. Why did she still need to hold hands?

Subconsciously withdrawing her hand, Mu Qiqi hastily made an excuse, "Mom and Dad are both holding hands with Darling Xing, one on each side."

"No way!" The little guy looked at her with an especially serious expression, "All the other kids have to hold hands with Mommy when they go out to play. Why can't we? Mommy, do you think you don't like Daddy? Will you still leave me one day? "

As he spoke, his aggrieved eyes blinked, and tears were about to flow down his face.

The worst that Mu Qiqi could not bear to see was someone else's tears, let alone such a obedient little darling. She immediately coaxed, "No, Darling Xing is so cute, how could Mommy be willing to leave you. Good, Mommy will listen to you, okay?"

Helpless, Mu Qi could only agree. She braced herself and glanced at the cold-faced man. She wanted to extend her hand, but she was embarrassed. The atmosphere was awkward to the extreme.

When the little guy heard Mu Qiqi's words, his tears naturally came and went as quickly as they came. He directly pulled Mu Qiqi's small hand and placed it on Mo Yan Jue's large palm.

The moment their skin came into contact, it felt like an electric current had passed through their fingertips, causing them to feel numb.

She wanted to struggle out of instinct, but she didn't expect that this person's big palm would tightly wrap around her small hand, not giving her any chance to retaliate.

She subconsciously raised her head and looked towards the man, giving him a cold warning, telling him to cooperate with her.

Her delicate aura caused her to frown, and her dissatisfaction was written on her face. Didn't this man have a germaphobe habit?

Is it true, or is it just an act?

"That's more like it. When we go out together, Daddy must hold Mommy's hand. Mommy is a soft girl, and Daddy is a boy. The guy naturally has to take care of the girl, right?"

The little guy's logic was plausible, but he really didn't know where he learned this so called logic from.

Seeing that the two of them did not say anything, the little guy continued to assist them with his divine attack. "Daddy, what do you say?"

The man with the cold expression looked at the woman beside him and nodded, "Yes, you're right!"

"Then Mommy, do you think Darling Xing is right? "Should I let dad hold Mommy's hand every time we go out?" Father naturally answered and turned his face towards the dazed Mu Qiqi.

Mu Qiqi was at a loss for words. How was she supposed to reply?

If she was right, it meant that she had to let that stinking man Mo Yan hold hands every time they left the house. If it wasn't right, if that little guy cried again, how would she be able to defend herself?

Being forced into a corner, Mu Qiqi gritted her teeth and said, "Darling Xing, you're right!"

"Then why don't we kiss Mommy …"