Gu Jiaming felt the heavy force that was bumping into his shoulder, and his heart thrust, feeling all the hair and bones on his body tense. He said with a wooden face: "Wait until I charge 200 yuan for phone bills, see if there is any discount now."

Mr. Mo, who had never heard of this joke, frowned slightly, and did not understand the necessary connection between giving birth and charging for phone bills.

A very ambiguous topic was talked about by Gu Xiaoyao to death.

Mo Zeyang asked in confusion: "Dad, is this buying big and getting small..."

Gu Jiaming stuffed a peanut from Mo Zeyang's mouth and said angrily: "Shut up and you! Go and grind your teeth!"

Mo Yunqi hugged Mo Zeyang out of the kitchen and smiled and said, "Yes, buy big and get small, buy one and get two, maybe three."

Mo Zeyang frowned and looked at Mo Yunqi sympathetically: "Did you come to us because you don't have money? You will definitely lose money when doing this business, so don't give so much in the future."

Mo Yunqi laughed, the little guy is quite business-minded.

Mo Zeyang doesn't know how to use chopsticks. Maybe his claws are not easy to divide the petals, and he can learn everything else quickly and well, but he can't learn the skill of using chopsticks. Gu Jiaming bought him a fork and spoon for the baby for this. Mo Zeyang held it all in his arms and was very strong to eat by himself.

Gu Jiaming clamped the stewed soft chicken leg meat into small pieces and mixed it with rice. This is a spoon for Mo Zeyang to use.

Mo Yunqi was looking at Mo Xiaozai's baby meal with interest. A thud on the table in front of him was placed in front of him, a basin larger than the big soup bowl in the morning was placed in front of him. Bai Cancan's rice was like a hill. In order to put more stuff, someone deliberately took a sharp look.

Gu Jiaming waved to him proudly, "Eat it! Don't be polite!" Take one more bite and pay off a little more debt. Gu Xiaoyao wanted to give a thumbs up for his wit.

Mr. Mo looked at the bowl that could be described as a basin in confusion, and looked it again in disbelief, "This is..."

"Rice, don't you eat rice in Country Y?" Gu Jiaming raised his eyebrows. As a local civilian demon, I really can't understand you, the rich nobles who live with Wai Guoren, don't even eat rice. It's really pitiful and sad. He kindly gave the other party science: "Da, i rice, rice! It has been one of the staple foods in China since ancient times."

Mo Zeyang licked the corner of his mouth and repeated it very well: "Da, i rice, rice!"

Gu Jiaming rubbed the little boy's head with satisfaction. Look, the little boy's vocabulary is better than his father's vocabulary, and he must follow his father's cleverness.

Mr. Mo curled his lips and said helplessly: "I mean this basin."

Gu Jiaming sat down to have a meal. Her own bowl was a very normal one. It didn't look like a no-prosperous rice bucket at all. "This was sent by your mother. I looked clean and used it."

It's bigger than their soup bowl, it's really useful!

Mo Yunqi raised the corner of his mouth, and the smile that reached the edge of his mouth could not be suppressed. He said with a smile: "This is when I was in elementary school, the teacher asked me to make observation records, and my mother bought me a turtle pot."

Gu Xiaoyao, who also wants to like his intelligence and intelligence: "..."

transfixed.

Mr. Mo looked at Gu Jiaming's current expression with a smile, and couldn't help but chuckle. Gu Jiaming's temperament is not so moody, but rather a childish heart. It is simple and pure. The more you look at it, the more you feel... cute?

Yes, this is cute!

He never imagined that he would fall in love with others one day, get married or even have children, never felt that a person could be described by the word "cute". Even his family felt that people like him who do not understand interest might have to be lonely. Until he met Gu Jiaming five years ago, until today five years later, he recovered that memory and found the only person who moved him again, and suddenly found that the person he liked still had this temper.

From the first time he met Gu Jiaming, he felt familiar, and seemed to have known each other for hundreds or thousands of years. At that time, he thought that this person should have this kind of personality.

Is this love at first sight?

After Gu Jiaming changed Mo Yunqi to a normal bowl, he kept eating silently, pretending to be mute. He placed the basin of the turtle on the windowsill, poured water, and put it in both ends of garlic.

After the meal, Mr. Mo, who was not touching the spring water, offered to share the housework and help Gu Jiaming wash dishes. Gu Xiaoyao, who was making a small calculation, certainly disagreed, worried that he would not become an immortal in the future, and now he wished he could raise Mr. Mo as a pig.

On the sofa in the living room, Mo Zeyang, who was full and drunk, held the remote control in his hand and watched Gu Jiaming's replay on the red carpet.

Gu Jiaming's appearance is also very handsome in the circle. His delicate facial features are randomly photographed by reporters from tricky angles, and they are perfect and impeccable. Generally speaking, young people like this are handsome wherever they go, which makes people feel oppressed, and they feel the pressure of others walking away.

However, Gu Jiaming did not. He had a soft aura, which could tightly grasp the eyes of everyone but made people feel uncomfortable. The black slim suit was simple and neat, wrapped in a perfect figure, and his long legs were straight and slender, which was particularly eye-catching. He stood elegantly on the stage, with a faint smile on his handsome face, which was completely different from the naughty appearance he usually was at home. He was handsome, elegant, polite, good acting skills, and liked to do charity. Gu Jiaming could not find any shortcomings. His agent set him a perfect character and made Gu Jiaming the perfect male god in the entertainment industry.

Without saying a word, he hooked countless fans screaming at him, almost crazy.

Mo Xiaohu didn't know if he understood it, but he read it very seriously.

Mo Yunqi looked at it and subconsciously sat next to Mo Zeyang. His face was very cool except for his eyes, and he watched Gu Jiaming walk on the red carpet seriously. Gu Jiaming on TV smiled and waved at his fans, desperately emitting his seductive hormones, and a group of fans yelled: "Gu Jiaming! I want to give you a monkey!"

The father and son frowned at the same time: Tsk, people nowadays are really too unreserved!

Seeing this, Mo Zeyang sighed like a little adult, and said in annoyance: "My father is so handsome. I will definitely be like my father when I grow up." In the simple thinking of my little friend, maybe her appearance can change with time. It doesn't matter if she follows her father when she was a child, but she will follow her father when she grows up.

Mr. Mo, who educates his children with a scientific and rigorous attitude, corrected him seriously: "No, you don't look like him." Follow me.

Mo Zeyang glared at the people around him unhappily: "Don't expose others or not!"

Mr. Mo: "..." Short? Is it a shortcoming to look like him?

The child's temper comes quickly and goes quickly. Mo Zeyang felt that he was showing off his power to calm Mo Yunqi, the foreign biped beast, and continued to watch his TV. He pressed the remote control with his little hand and found the TV series Gu Jiaming had acted on the Internet. He clicked on one at random and began to show off: "My father acted so well!"

This is a spy movie, the relationships in it are complicated, and it takes a little IQ to see it clearly. Mr. Mo asked with concern: "Do you understand?"

"That doesn't matter!" Mo Zeyang waved his little hand boldly, "What's important is: that's my father!"

The speechless Mr. Mo: "..."

A very normal topic was just talked about by Mo Zeyang.

Whoever raises children will follow them, and the magical brain circuit will be the same.

The father and son started watching TV, and no one spoke.

As Mo Yunqi's identity, others always hold him, hoping to make a few words with him when he finds topics. He never finds topics to chat with others. So he just sat upright on the sofa, with long legs crossed, and his random movements were all elegant.

Mo Zeyang peeked at him from time to time. He was originally a serious bj paralysis. After seeing Mo Yunqi's sitting posture, he gradually sat down. He crossed his fat legs and lost no matter how much he lost!

With four-headed figure, the legs look particularly short and fat when you cross your legs!

Looking at the other party’s long legs, Mo Zeyang curled his lips and was so angry!

Why don’t you like this man who suddenly broke into their life circle? Mo Zeyang started a kindergarten-like provocation: "There are so many people who want to be my stepmother now, and you have seen it. Just now, many people were yelling to give birth to a monkey for my father. Do you think so too? I won’t recognize you!"

Mr. Mo, who tried hard to keep up with the son's festival, said seriously: "I don't have to give birth to monkeys for him, he can give birth to monkeys for me." He paused at this point, feeling that such a young child might not understand, so he added: "You are the little monkeys we gave birth to."

Mo Zeyang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he crawled down from the sofa with sadness, without even wearing shoes, and ran away while crying, "Dad! Dad!"

It won't be better, it's heartbreaking!

This human is so annoying!

Gu Jiaming, who was wiping his hands, was so scared that he threw away the towel and ran out. Seeing his baby boy running over crying, Gu Jiaming quickly squatted down and waited for Mo Zeyang to pounce on his arms and hugged his neck tightly. He quickly picked up the baby son and rubbed his tender little face with pain, "What's wrong with my baby?"

"Dad, he said I was a monkey. Did you pick it up?" The child pointed at Mo Yunqi who was following him with tears in his eyes. His face was ashamed and bulging like a bun. He looked at Gu Jiaming expectantly and nervously, and couldn't help but hug Gu Jiaming's neck again, wanting to cry aggrievedly. The man said that he had a monkey with his father, but he was obviously a fox, so was he picked it up by his father? It wasn't it really that his father gave it up for the phone bill, right?

I can't think about it anymore, and I want to cry even more when I think about it.

Mo Zeyang turned around and pushed Mo Yunqi to apologize, "We can't get better, we can never make up!"

Mr. Mo, who has a mouth but can't explain it clearly: "..." He clearly said that many people want to give birth to monkeys for his father, but now he is so sad. What kind of brain circuit is this?

Mr. Mo, who can control everything in his hands and even Gu Jiaming's moodiness, felt it was difficult for the first time.

After asking the reasons and consequences, Gu Jiaming glared at Mo Yunqi angrily, "He is a little brat. He believes whatever you say. Are you stupid? You are stupid?"

Mr. Mo, who was scolded for the first time: "..."

"I'm sorry, it's me. I was wrong. You're not a monkey." Mo Yunqi raised his hand awkwardly, trying to touch the child's little head and comfort him.

Gu Jiaming glared at him with a fierce look and refused to touch him!

Mr. Mo who felt what it felt like to be disliked for the first time: "…"

Tonight is the most silence that Mo has been forced to remain in his life.

Gu Jiaming carried the little boy into the bedroom, and while making milk for him, he was rude Mo Yunqi, "Look, I'll tell you that humans are different from us. If you leave him, can he love you as much as me?" Gu Jiaming handed the bottle to Mo Zeyang and scared him with a dark face: "He doesn't even give you milk!"

He has to work if he doesn’t drink milk or eat! Mo Zeyang has a little thought, and the demonic horns are added to Mo Yunqi’s head, and there are three tails on his butt, and the kind of demonic tail with a sharp fork!

Mo Xiaohu shrank his neck in fear, and a white light flashed on his head. Gu Jiaming, who noticed the trace of demonic aura, raised his hand and slapped the little fox back to him, "Be careful, you will be exposed sooner or later!"

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I didn't know that several pots of ink were poured on my body, and Mr. Mo, who was as black as his surname, pinched his forehead helplessly. Unexpectedly, the most difficult thing was not Gu Jiaming's attitude, but the way he got along with the child.

After thinking about it, Mo Yunqi picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

The person on the opposite side immediately answered the call after two sounds and asked respectfully: "Mr. Mo, what are your instructions?"

Mo Yunqi's voice had regained his calmness, "Let me find a parenting expert and contact Mo Zeyang's school. I want to see his principal."

"Okay, Mr. Mo, I'll make arrangements now. I just received the notice that Dr. Edmund will get off the plane at 6 pm tomorrow."

"Okay, let's arrange to see me immediately when he arrives." Mo Yunqi said, narrowing his eyes slightly. Dr. Edmund was his family doctor. After he remembered Gu Jiaming, he was anxious to come to China to find him, and he had not had time to check the reason for losing this memory.

No matter what you say, you must check it out.

He had a premonition that the reason why he lost his memory had a lot to do with Gu Jiaming's departure.

After Gu Jiaming finished blackening Mo Yunqi, he didn't notice that the other party was trying to take off his fox skin. He watched Mo Zeyang drink all the bottle of milk, and thought that tomorrow he would tell his teacher that no one can take Mo Zeyang away except himself in the future.

Especially the man who looks very similar to Mo Xiaozai!

The author has something to say: Mr. Mo looks familiar to Gu Jiaming, and it is also a foreshadowing. Don't worry. There is no substitute or white moonlight. The music is a sweet and sweet pet between the two Jie and the other. Okay, look at the following: Mo Xiaozai grabbed the corner of the reader's clothes and asked the reader to hug him. He doesn't want to walk, but he wants to hug him~~(*≧▽≦*)

Small theater:

Gu Jiaming: "I will go and talk to Zai'er's teacher tomorrow! Humph!"

Mo Yunqi: "I will have a date with the principal of the baby tomorrow."

Mo Zeyang: "Dad, teacher Chapter completed!