Although they did not quarrel in front of Nian Nian Nian, it was more difficult for them to get along with each other.

It was not easy for mummy to come back to her. She really didn't want to let her leave again.

"Daddy, I know that you and Mommy have been separated for so long, and you should be estranged from each other, but you promise me that I don't want other mums in my life, and you are not allowed to be with others."

Nianniannian was worried that Mo Yuhan would fall in love with others. She stretched out her finger worried and wanted to hook up with him.

This is the way they agreed. Every time they finish the hook, Mo Yuhan will not go back on his word.

She also hoped that this time after she agreed, she would not change again.

"I promise you."

Mo Yuhan did not intend to be together with others. It was no more simple thing to promise to read.

"In that case, does Daddy have to coax Mommy well, otherwise even if Mommy wants to forgive you, she will not go down the steps."

"Where did you learn so much?" Mo Yuhan looked at the little military instructor in front of him, and his lips were covered with a smile.

"If I don't know more about daddy, my mother will run away."

Niannian didn't want them to be so deadlocked, so now naturally she wants to make Mo Yuhan more active.

"She can't run."

"Daddy, don't be too confident!"

Niannian looks at Mo Yuhan suspiciously. How can she feel a little hard to believe?

Two people murmured for a long time, Mo Yuhan and Niannian then returned to the master bedroom.

"Mommy, daddy has something to tell you."

As soon as she came out, she came forward and hugged her neck, smiling sweetly.

Niannian's call made her heart melt. She looked up at Mo Yuhan and wondered what he had said to Niannian.

"Brother, let's go out first." Niannian pulled a little confused, and they went straight outside.

So big room left them two face to face, the atmosphere is floating a trace of cold breath.

Since that incident, they've had a cold war. Even in the room, they sleep in separate beds.

Wake up in the morning to do their own things, the two companies are very close, but also go to work.

"If you want to talk to me, I have something to do."

At the beginning of the day, I looked out of the window and said coldly, as if standing beside me was just a stranger.

"Too busy to talk to me?"

"I don't think you're going to talk to me about the lack of nutrition."

At the beginning of the time, it was like taking gun medicine, and every word of Mo Yuhan was stabbed.

"If you want to be angry with me, at least let me know why?"

If it is because song Yixue lives at home, he asked last time, it is not so.

But in this case, what she is still angry about is really hard to think of.

"Do you really want to know why?"

At the beginning of the day, I didn't want to mention it.

But today, she would like to talk to her about what it is for.

"What do you want to do with the things I send out has nothing to do with me. Even if you throw them away or burn them, I won't ask about them. But if you insult me in this way, I've already said that. If you don't understand, there's no need for us to continue talking about it."

At the beginning, it was obvious enough that the only thing she cared about was that the scarf she sent out was still on another woman.

It was the first gift to Mo Yuhan, which contained countless efforts and memories. Even if he was not worth money, it was not allowed to be defiled.

And when I saw song Yixue at the beginning, she still wore that scarf around her neck, which was undoubtedly the endurance limit at the beginning of the challenge.

At the beginning of the time, she rushed out of the room, leaving Mo Yuhan alone in the room, still thinking about what she had said.

What did she send?

At this time, he returned to his room at the beginning of this time, and was preparing to change his clothes for a rest. The servant washed and sent back Mo Yuhan's clothes after his business trip.

And on top of the clothes, there is a scarf.

At the beginning of the throat a tight, easy to take up the scarf.

"Where did this scarf come from?"

At the beginning, I felt something was wrong, but I repeatedly looked at the scarf's weaving method and the marks left by myself.

Sure, this is the one you sent out.

"This is from the third master's luggage."

Cleaned up?

Where did song Yixue come from?

"Are you sure it's not the one on Miss Song's neck?"The servant thought carefully and said, "Miss Song has a scarf around her neck, but it's not this one."

in other words as like as two peas of Song Yixue, Mo Yu Han, never have anything else sent to him by others.

At the beginning of holding a hairy scarf, throat a tight, suddenly feel a bit embarrassed.

It seems that it is really wrong to blame Mo Yuhan?