the next day.

When nursery rhyme went downstairs, she saw Wen Lu playing with Mo Mo.

It seemed that it was rare to see a friendly and comfortable smile on Wen Lu's face, and the nursery rhymes were a bit dazed. Maybe he was quite satisfied last night.

Thinking about it this way, she felt uncomfortable.

"Mom!" Wen Mo saw the nursery rhyme first, "Mom, morning."

"Morning, Mo Mo." Nursery Rhyme came down the stairs. She didn't care whether it was hot or not today, and she wore tight clothes to cover up the traces left by the temperature last night.

Wen Lu saw her and said hello: "Good morning."

It's like going back to the time when we were first married, we treated each other with respect and treated each other as if we were guests.

"Morning." Nursery Rhyme responded to him.

The family was sitting in the restaurant eating as usual.

Mo Mo hasn't seen her father for many days, so she insists on sitting in his arms and acting coquettishly with him.

Wen Lu took him over, sat on his lap, and fed him a few mouthfuls of porridge with a spoon.

"I have a party tonight and I won't be back." Wen Lu fed Mo Mo and said calmly.

At first, Tongyao thought Wen Lu was not talking to her, but when she came back to her senses, she realized that he was talking to her.

She nodded: "I understand."

It was rare for him to take the initiative to tell her something. Tong Yao further understood that he was quite satisfied last night.

Wen Lu was very serious about feeding the baby, but his posture was strange, and after feeding for a while, he found that his arms were very sore.

He stopped feeding him and put the spoon into Mo Mo's hand: "Eat it yourself."

"Well." Mo Mo smacked his lips and had no choice but to do it by himself.

The little guy didn't pester Wen Lu and used a spoon to dig out the porridge in the wooden bowl bit by bit. However, he was unwilling to leave his father's arms. From time to time, he would raise his little face and dig out a spoonful of porridge to feed Wen Lu: "Dad...

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Wen Lucai refused to eat and shook his head: "You can eat it yourself."

The more he refused to eat, the more insistent and anxious Mo Mo became: "Dad, dad, eat..."

Feed the spoon to Wenlu's mouth.

Wen Lu was disgusted. Just when he was about to remove Mo Mo's hand, Tong Yao said lightly: "Mo Mo is your son, why are you so disgusted with it?"

Wen Lu raised his head and looked at her: "I have mysophobia."

"Oh..." Tong Yao disliked him so much in her heart that she even had a mysophobia.

Mo Mo was about to burst into tears. Did his father not like him?

Nursery rhymes understand children, so she opened her arms and hugged Mo Mo: "Mo Mo, hey mom, mom likes Mo Mo the most."

Mo Mo Ke was so happy that she raised her little hand and fed Tong Yao some porridge.

After eating the nursery rhyme in one gulp, he looked at little Momo lovingly with crooked eyebrows.

Little Momo was so happy. She rolled around in Tongyao's arms and dropped rice grains on her, but Tongyao didn't mind it either.

Wen Lu stared at them for a while, frowning.

After such a fuss, Tongyao and Wenmo finished breakfast. For the first time, Tongyao discovered that Wenlu had not left early today.

"Aren't you in a hurry for work today?" she asked.

"The company belongs to me, and I can go there whenever I want."

"Oh, then I'm going to work, how about you take Momo to the nursery today?"

Wen Lu has never delivered it once!

"There is a driver at home. I don't need to deliver it myself, and you don't need to deliver Mo Mo yourself in the future. People saw it and thought that our Wen family was so poor that we didn't even have a driver."

There was a gradually dimming light in Tong Yao's eyes, and she realized that she and Wen Lu were not on the same channel.
Chapter completed!