The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

"The almighty master of the last days is raising buns in the interstellar ()"

Listening to their father's voice, the siblings couldn't help but look back at their mother.

Si Lingling smiled and nodded slightly, encouraging the child to take it easy.

Seeing this, the two children laughed and threw themselves into their father's arms.

Jun Moyao's movements were very careful, his long arms were gently tightened, and he took the child into his arms.

The baby is soft, tender, and has a faint, pleasant smell of milk on his body.

Holding these two little dumplings, the man only felt that his whole world was full of hope and light.

His eyes and mind were filled with the two milk dumplings that had just entered his arms.

"Liu Liu, Jiu Jiu, do you still remember Dad?"

The man imitated Si Lingling's movements, and clumsily placed a kiss on the child's small face, and then asked softly, "We have met before."

"Mommy mommy."

"Grandmother."

The brother and sister were in the arms of a stranger, exploring curiously.

But what they yelled was their most familiar and kind mother.

"I am your father."

Jun Moyao listened to the child's milky voice calling mother, and looked at them expectantly, "Come on, let me hear you calling daddy?"

While introducing himself to the children, the man kissed his two children clumsily and jerky.

Man, always so dissatisfied.

Before holding the child, he told Si Lingling that he just needed to hold the child.

Just give it a hug, and then leave.

But now that the child was really in his arms, he hoped that the two children could be as close to him as they were with their mother.

Get closer.

No, he had long been looking forward to the two children being able to call him father, and began to cautiously put forward his own request.

However, he forgot.

He, who has been missing for more than half a year in the children's lives, is always a strange place for the children, and there is no sense of security.

Even if there is a blood relationship between father and son, it is no match for the long time you have been missing.

So, feeling their father's clumsiness, the siblings wanted to get out of this strange embrace and return to their mother.

Back into that warm, soft, familiar embrace.

"Mother."

Unaccustomed to his father's kisses, Liu Liu moved his head awkwardly, wiped his face with his hands, stretched out his arms and shouted to Si Lingling for help.

"Mom hugs."

Jiu Jiu tilted his head and wiped his face on his shoulders, his limbs were struggling, and he wanted to go back to his mother.

Jun Moyao was afraid of hurting the children.

Seeing the two brothers and sisters like this, although they were reluctant to give up, they followed their strength and cautiously approached Si Lingling.

Si Lingling stretched out her hand to hold the child's little hand, and looked at the disappointed man.

She comforted her intimately: "Don't worry, they are not familiar with you after all."

Although these words are comforting, but in Jun Mo Yao's ears, it hurts very much.

My own child is not familiar with myself.

He showed Si Lingling a complicated smile, pretending to be relaxed and said: "It's okay, I know that as a father, I am very incompetent."

Indeed, compared to Si Lingling's constant company, his father is simply worse than a scumbag.

"I will wait patiently until the children accept me..."

Also wait for you to accept me.

He didn't dare to say the latter sentence, but his longing was faintly revealed in the eyes he looked at Si Lingling.

Si Lingling didn't pay attention to the man's gaze.

After holding the arms of the children with both hands, they reminded unceremoniously: "Well, it's okay, let go."

Jun Moyao looked at her holding the children's little arms one by one, and couldn't help reminding: "Won't you hurt them if you do this?"