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Little Star couldn't help but frown at the word 'save'.

Her short calves moved towards the two of them, tugging at Mo Yan's trousers in a domineering manner, her young face full of seriousness. "Daddy, do you think you're bullying Mommy?"

Viscount Mo Yan's face was black. Did this child see him bully this stupid woman?

"What does a child know? Get out!"

"NO!" I am Mommy's precious baby, I want to protect Mommy, no matter who it is, you can't hurt Mommy! " With her face turned up, her exquisite eyebrows and eyes were filled with an innate noble aura. It was almost as if she was angry at him.

Mo Yan was completely speechless. Was this child really his own? Why was he always throwing his elbows out?

Suddenly, Mo Yan bent down to pick up the little guy from the woman's waist, and without saying a word, he carried her out.

"Daddy, put me down!" The little guy didn't budge at all. His short legs continued to kick wildly, and his little hands continued to wave in front of his chest.

Unable to control him, Mo Yan could only release the child. He glared at the child angrily and left the bedroom.

The two of them were the only ones left in the room. The little guy threw himself into Mu Qiqi's embrace, and his young and tender voice was very pleasant to hear. "Mommy, how did you offend daddy? He normally wouldn't bully women."

Mu Qiqi angrily said, "I provoked him?"

"Did Daddy offend Mommy?" The little fellow was extremely curious about this matter.

"Let's not talk about him." As long as they talked about him, Mu Qiqi, she was filled with anger, and was so frustrated that she was about to explode.

"Hehe, then I can be sure that dad offended Mommy." The little guy broke away from her arms and turned his attention to the crumpled painting on the ground.

The little guy instantly cried out in joy, "Mommy, did you draw this?"

Mu Qiqi felt a burst of regret in her heart. She really didn't know what kind of wind she drew on him. He was simply a bastard, a demon!

"Mommy's painting of daddy is so handsome!" The little guy was generous with his praise of Mu Qi Qi's painting skills, and his handsome eyebrows revealed a little complacency.

Although he knew that Mommy's painting skills were top-notch, he was still quite pleasantly surprised to see Mommy's painting dad.

"Who said I painted him? I'm drawing Darling of the Stars! " Even if Mu Qiqi died, she wouldn't admit that she was drawing that bastard, Mo Yan Jue. Looking at the little fellow's identical appearance, she suddenly had an inspiration and found a very good excuse.

The little guy looked at her in surprise. "Mommy, are you sure?"

Obviously, the little fellow didn't believe what she said at all.

Mu Qiqi was flustered. "Of course I'm sure, my precious star is so handsome, I naturally want to paint my precious star. Come and sit down obediently, Mommy will draw the same picture as you.

Hearing Mommy mention the little beauty, the little guy actually shyly covered his face and softly asked, "Mommy, are you serious?"

Mu Qiqi was amused by this little fellow's actions. "Of course it's true."

With this temptation, the little guy obediently sat down. He didn't move an inch, allowing Mu Qiqi to look left and right, drawing very seriously.

After an hour of careful writing, the handsome man was finally done. Mu Qiqi looked at him in satisfaction, then waved her hand to call Xiao Budian.

"Darling Xing, are you satisfied when you come over to take a look?"

The little guy jumped down from the imperial concubine's bed and ran over happily. When he saw the lively figure on the paper, he covered his mouth in shock. "I'm going to show it to Daddy."