Yunshishi places things on the bedside table and sits down. For a while, two people are silent.

At first, when she saw the man holding the child gently on his face, she felt a certain emotion in her heart.

In turn, however, she could not help worrying.

This man, seeing the child, will not change his mind again. He should recognize the child and take it back to Mu's house?!

Although the man acquiesced that she could keep the child by her side, he never said that he would give up the custody of the child.

Among the rich families, they always attach great importance to the inheritance of incense and fire.

This child is his blood. Even if he agrees, will the Mojia behind him agree?

Maybe not!

Cloud poetry can't help but be a little upset.

She is not careful enough. She should protect her children. Now her identity is exposed. Her situation is too passive.

Muyazhe quietly holds the small milk bag, then he has been staring at his little pink face with his head down, and his face is focused, so I don't know how long it has been.

Yun's poems are not without accident.

She was a little surprised.

In her impression, this man has always been famous for his bullying.

At that time, he appeared in the dark room, with a chill, raising his hand and throwing it up. He was like the overlord, who could not resist anyone.

Even though she was so afraid, the man ignored it.

Six years later, he was as arrogant as ever.

Yes.

He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He was born into a prince with rich clothes and rich food. He was surly and arrogant and arrogant.

But now, the man in front of her is so quiet, even more patient than she imagined.

What surprised her even more was that the way he held the baby was so perfect that he could sleep so sweetly in his arms.

Does he often fall asleep holding xiaoyichen like this?

Must be very experienced.

But, in his capacity, he should hire a group of servants and nannies to take the children, right? Can we do it ourselves?

After a long examination, the man looked up and looked at her. His eyes met. Yunshi was slightly shocked, and he took back his eyes in embarrassment.

It was a long silence.

Yunshishi looks up at him, but sees that the man is still in the same position, as if his arm will never be swollen.

How powerful.

When she held youyou in her arms, she could not hold her arms for two hours, which was sour and painful.

"Not tired?"

Muyazhe picked his eyebrows, but shook his head.

"Not tired."

"Or I'll hold it for a while!" Cloud poetry.

Muyazhe coagulated the face of the small milk bag and said slowly: "No. I want to hold him a little longer! "

"Er..." Yunshishi mumbled, "it's so powerful. Can't your hands be sour?"

Muyazhe's face was spoiled and he said lightly: "when xiaoyichen was a child, he always had nightmares. Every time I wake up, I have to coax myself to sleep. "

Yunshishi's heart collided, and when he mentioned xiaoyichen, his chest seemed to flow into a stream of sour heat, and then he could not stop turning inside his chest.

"How often do you have nightmares?"

Muyazhe frowned slightly, and his eyes were puzzled: "I dreamed that someone was bullying his brother."

Cloud poetry is stunned.

"This is What dream? "

"I don't know!" Mu Yazhe's eyes light and micro coagulate, "maybe it's the telepathy between Gemini?"

"Will there be such a magical thing as telepathy?" Yunshi is also surprised.