Exclusive Property: Mr. Mu’s Favorite

He has no children here, and of course he does not have a children's dining chair. After thinking about it, he took a blanket from the sofa and laid it on the floor facing the kitchen. He took the little guy to the blanket and sat down. He went into the kitchen and turned to look at it. Make sure the little guy has been within his or her own range of sight, and that's how to start cleaning up the kitchen that he hasn't made.

The young master who is pampered, how have you done this kind of work?

Wipe the countertop, wipe the floor, and pack the milk powder...

A blink of an eye.

Huh?

People!

There was only one empty bottle left on the blanket, and the little one had already disappeared.

Xicheng’s heart seemed to sway in the air, and he shook it tightly. He grabbed the rag and rushed out, and quickly looked around.

The door is closed.

On the side of the sofa, no.

Under the bookshelf, no.

Stairs, no.

......

wrong!

How do the stairs carpet move?

Xicheng re-turned his gaze to the stairs, looked carefully, and across the railing, he saw that the little guy was crawling on the stairs with his little buttocks--because the carpet was a dark blue carpet, he was also a dark blue jumpsuit. It was crawling on the ground. He just saw it and found such a small thing.

Found that the little guy is still, Xicheng is a little relieved.

For a moment, I changed my face again.

"Be careful!"

It turned out that the little guy on the stairs suddenly changed direction, climbed to the side of the stairs, grabbed the railing with a small hand, and was about to stand up.

"do not move!"

Xicheng exclaimed and rushed over, stepping on the side of the little guy in two steps, grabbing the little guy's clothes, falling on the stairs, pulling the little guy into his arms, and the man gasped heavily.

The little guy seems to feel quite fun, his little hand pats his face.

"Dad... Dad!"

"You are still embarrassed to call me, my father's heart attack was scared by you!"

As soon as the words were exported, Xicheng was shocked by himself.

father?

Has he accepted this new role so easily?

Put down the rag that was still in his hand, he slammed the little guy's flank with both hands, and put the little guy upright and carefully held the face of the little guy in front of him.

A small person, a small face with thick black hair on his head, a pair of big, bright black eyes under his full forehead, and black coix seed accounted for almost half of the eye.

Small but pretty nose, pink lips, this time a cute smile is coming out, and there is a sparkling scent in the corner of the lips.

The two little hands were stretching hard to his face, as if they wanted to touch him. He moved the little one closer, and the tender little hand fell on his face.

Warm, soft touch...

If it is not because of the gender on the paper, it is difficult to treat him as a little boy, because this little guy is really beautiful, even if it is compared with Mu Xuechen's little angel, it is not inferior.

Is this his son?

Looking at the delicate and lovely little guy in front of him, Xicheng’s eyes flashed through the disorganized night again, flashing through the eyes of the summer with tears, and suddenly found that the child’s eyes and summer warmth seemed.

The impression of summer warmth actually stayed in high school, when he was studying at an international school.

Xia Wen was transferred to the class during the second year of high school. She remembered that when she entered the classroom on the first day, the girl was exquisite and quiet, standing on the stage and introducing herself, and spoke an elegant and elegant English voice.

It is easy to learn and excellent, it is easy to take the boys in the class one by one, many boys confess to her, she is not angry or disappointing, just calmly respond, "I just want to study hard, I don't want to make a boyfriend, everyone is a friend."