Heretic Doctor Zihou

"Xiao Mo wants to see Grandpa!" Xiao Mo was happily held in his arms by Wei Guoting in Zhao Xinrou's speechless eyes.

As soon as he said this, Zhao Xinrou was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into laughter. She thought to herself that this little doll really regarded them as her own family members, right? Just call yourself grandma, but still thinking about grandpa!

Wei Guoting furrowed his resolute eyebrows, and said with some dissatisfaction, "What's so nice about Grandpa, isn't there a grandpa?" Well, the old man Wei had already subconsciously recognized this Zeng even before he knew Xiao Mo's true identity grandson!

"Grandpa too is the best!" Xiao Mo pleased and hugged Wei Guoting's neck. His small fleshy arms and intimate movements immediately made Wei Guoting overjoyed, an old face that was tense for many years, almost smiling into a flower regardless of his image.

"Although Xiao Mo likes Grandma and Grandpa Tai very much, if Grandpa is there, Xiao Mo will be happier!" Xiao Mo pursed his mouth, his big watery eyes full of expectation. A pair of butterfly-like eyelashes blinked and blinked. That exquisite little appearance, let alone Zhao Xinrou, who is soft-hearted, even big hard-hearted men like Wei Guoting and Chu Lingye are soft-hearted and become a pool of water!

"What a wonderful boy!" Wei Guoting wanted to rub Xiao Mo into the blood.

Such a cute and sensible child, if he were the great-grandson of Wei Guoting, what a wonderful thing it would be!

"Grandma will take you there!" Zhao Xinrou had already abandoned her weapons and surrendered under Xiao Mo's handsome offensive. If it weren't for Wei Guoting's respect, she would have snatched Xiao Mo from him long ago, and Fei would have gone to the study to find Wei Shirong!

Wei Guoting hurriedly nodded, waved his big hand, holding Xiao Mo and strode towards the study where Wei Shirong was. Zhao Xin soft and Chu Lingye followed behind him.

Wei Shirong is in the study right now. He is not dealing with major national issues. When the world is peaceful, prosperous and stable, where are so many major events? Besides, even if there is, it will not be his turn! His nephew is a good material to be an emperor, and he is responsible for all the big things. Therefore, although he is a general now, he is basically idle.

The days of ease and ease have led him to develop a habit now: he likes to write and draw in the study when he has nothing to do. Quan regards it as passing the boring time.

Bright and soft sunlight came in from outside the window and cast it on the floor in front of the desk, leaving a square spot of light. At the other end of the long red sandalwood desk, Wei Shirong was focusing on drawing.

This general who has inherited the fortitude and iron blood of the Wei family has been vigorous throughout the past ten years. Rao has never been on the battlefield for many years, and he still can't wear that brave temperament. However, if you pay attention, you can vaguely see a few strands of white hair on his temples.

In fact, with Wei Shirong's cultivation base, his sideburns would not have been lost at his age. When Zihou left this ten years, he missed and became sick as a father.

As the saying goes: The mother worries about children traveling thousands of miles. It was about the son who was away, and the mother at home was worried about him. Similarly, if the daughter is wandering around alone, how can the father not worry about it?

Although, Zihou is not his biological daughter. But Zihou is what he grew up watching. After so many years of feelings, he has already regarded Zihou as his own. Even that paternal love is even stronger than that for the biological children!

It can be said that in recent years, the emotions they have poured into Zihou are not less than those of Wei Ziyu!

Wei Shirong focused on painting on the desk. I don't know how long it took, his expression was focused, and he was startled, then his brow furrowed, and a wave of loss filled his eyes.

On the red sandalwood desk, on the scroll that was laid out, the outline is exactly Zihou.

Outside the door, there was a mess of footsteps, making Wei Shirong had to withdraw from his thoughts. He looked out the door with doubts. The ordinary mansion is quiet, especially his study room. This has been the case for at least this decade. Why is it so lively all of a sudden?

Just when Wei Shirong was in doubt, the door was knocked. But before he could answer, the door was pushed open vigorously...

Wei Shirong opened his mouth and watched as his father rushed in with a little doll in his arms, and then pointed to him with a smile and said to the little doll in his arms, "Little Mo, this is my grandfather!"

Grandpa? !

Wei Shirong was dumbfounded.

Zhao Xinrou seemed to not know that Wei Shirong was dumbfounded, and she asked with a smile, "Is Xiao Mo very cute?"

Cuteness is cuteness, but, who can tell him, what is the situation? !

Where is this grandpa?

As soon as Xiao Mo came in, he focused on Wei Shirong.

At first glance, Xiao Mo was attracted by Wei Shirong's general temperament that was almost identical to Wei Guoting. Perhaps the grandpa of Xiliang City was not as powerful as the grandpa of the Xuanyuan clan, but his iron-blooded military temperament was unique.

Seeing the grandfather he was thinking of, Xiao Mo was full of joy. Especially when he discovered that the painting that this foreign justice was working on was actually a beautiful mother, he had an overwhelming affection for this grandpa who had never met, directly to the sky!

"Grandpa hug~" Xiao Mo stretched out her white and tender little arm, acting like a coquettish and begging for a hug...

Wei Shirong was still in a cloud and mist, but he unambiguously reached out and took it and Xiao Mo hugged him in his arms.

Xiao Mo put his arms around Wei Shirong's neck and writhed in Wei Shirong's arms, giggling nonstop.

Xiao Mo now feels that everything is so complete.

He likes grandparents and grandparents in Xiliang City. Perhaps this place is not worth mentioning, but the people here are beautiful mothers who love him deeply! Not only that, they are all kind-hearted people...

Xiao Mo's eyes rolled around, struggling to get out of Wei Shirong's arms.

Wei Shirong came back to his senses and asked Xiao Mo puzzledly, "Are you going to go down?"

Xiao Mo nodded.

Wei Shirong bent down and put Xiao Mo on the ground. In the puzzled eyes of several people, Xiao Mo ran to the wall behind the desk with his short legs, pointed at a painting hanging on it, turned his head and exclaimed, "Mother!"

Mother?

All four people present were taken aback.

"Xiao Mo's mother~" Seeing the few people just staring at each other in surprise, there was no other reaction, Xiao Mo spoke again.

At this moment, several people were shocked.

The picture on the wall reads like this: In the courtyard, above the old green trees, a girl in a white skirt sits on a branch, swinging her slender legs. She is surrounded by dense branches and leaves of acacia tree, like a green ocean. She tilted her head back slightly, her face holding a light and satisfying arc. At this moment, the sunshine was just right, but it was not as good as the girl's smile, all over the country.

This girl is the Zihou from ten years ago.

And that courtyard, that old tree, is undoubtedly the Lianyunyuan and the big locust tree in the courtyard.

"Xiao Mo, did you read it wrong..." Wei Guoting asked cautiously, pressing the beating heart against his chest. He asked, but he kept praying for Xiao Mo's answer in the negative...

"No, it's impossible for Xiao Mo to admit to being a beautiful mother!" Xiao Mo shook his head, with a firm expression on his face.

Seeing that Xiao Mo was so sure, it made Wei Guoting and his party have to think about certain aspects.

Several years ago, Wei Ziyu and Baili Dujuan went to the Endless Forest and the people over Yunmiao to build Dawn City together. When news of Shengu came, Wei Ziyu also spread the news to Xiliang City as soon as possible. Therefore, people like Wei Guoting also know about having children in Zihou.

However, they are only limited to knowing that Zihou and Mo Yunhuang had children four years ago, and they were still boys, and they knew nothing about it...

Counting time, the child of Zihou is now four years old...

"Xiao Mo, how old are you?" Wei Guoting asked.

"Five years old!" The black-bellied Xiao Mo raised six fingers.

Wei Guoting: "..." Is it five or six? !

On the side, Chu Lingye's deep eyes flashed. He bowed his head and asked Xiao Mo, "What is your mother's name?"

When Chu Lingye said this, Wei Guoting, Wei Shirong, and Zhao Xinrou looked at Xiao Mo with nervous and expectant eyes, waiting for his answer.

Xiao Mo glanced over a few people, blinked, and his long eyelashes drooped to obscure the emotions hidden in his eyes.

"Xiao Mo can't say..." Xiao Mo aggrieved.

"Why?" Several people were puzzled.

"Because Xiao Mo's father is a bad person, if I say it, he will hit me!" Xiao Mo's mouth was slightly aggrieved, to the extreme.

Hearing this, Wei Guoting suddenly became furious. Especially when I saw Xiao Mo's aggrieved little appearance, I felt so distressed that I would like to find a knife to stab Xiao Mo's unscrupulous **** father!

"Damn it!" Wei Shirong couldn't help cursing.

Zhao Xinrou also looked unhappy. How could there be such a nasty father in this world?

"It's okay, you said, if your father dares to beat you, grandpa, I will be the first to let him go!" Wei Guoting assured him by patting his chest.

Xiao Mo secretly smiled in his heart, and the little hand hidden in his sleeve silently gave a ‘victory’ gesture. He was so witty, he had another patron before he knew it. If the bad guy dares to bully him in the future, he will have an extra layer of protection!

"Emperor Mo Yun, if you dare to bully me in the future and keep my mother and me from sleeping, I will persuade them to persuade my mother to dump you..." The more he thought about it, the happier Xiao Mo seemed. I saw the miserable little appearance of my dad being swept out by my beautiful mother!

"Hehehe!" Xiao Mo couldn't hold back, covering his mouth and chuckling.

"Xiao Mo, what's the matter with you?" Wei Guoting was puzzled. Why does he think Xiao Mo seems to be laughing?

Xiao Mo was yelled by Wei Guoting, only to realize that he was almost exposed, and quickly adjusted his emotions, blinking pitifully with watery eyes.

"Don't be afraid, kid, you can talk now, what is your mother's name?" Xiao Mo's expression dispelled Wei Guoting's doubts. He just said, how could Xiao Mo be laughing!

Xiao Mo nodded and slowly said, "Xiao Mo's mother is called..."

Several people were breathing, not daring to take a breath, waiting for Xiao Mo's answer. However, this kid, Xiaomo, did not let anyone live in peace. Halfway through his words, he suddenly turned around one hundred and eighty degrees, "Forget it, I still don’t say my mother’s name. Otherwise, I’ll tell you. Daddy’s name!"

Wei Guoting's mood was like riding a roller coaster, and they were pushed up and down by Xiao Mo. However, after hearing what Xiaomo said, they also felt that this would be fine.

Although it is the second best thing, the nature is the same.

"That's fine, tell me who your father is?" Wei Guoting waved his hand.

"Xiao Mo's father is Mo Yunhuang, because he often bullies Xiao Mo..."