Chapter 893 Two Children Fighting

In coordination with his movements, Bai Mo curled up his fingers and approached Yuan Duoduo.

"..."

Yuan Duoduo was speechless and choked up: What are the words and actions that a biological father should say and do?

My stomach is not a watermelon, why should I flick it?

You are already thirty years old, how can you grow up and become more mature and stable?

No wonder Mr. Bai keeps sighing these days!

Yuan Duoduo instinctively wrapped her air-conditioned cardigan around her belly, "I have nothing to play with in my stomach! If you want to play, play your own!"

"Why are you so stingy? You won't die if you play it! Come on, I'll just play it, gently, without force!"

Bai Mo knelt down and stared straight at Yuan Duoduo's belly.

Of course, Yuan Duoduo would not sit still and wait for death, and moved quickly to the wheelchair specially made by Mr. Bai.

Then he glared at Bai Mo angrily: Come on! See if grandpa doesn’t cut you!

Sure enough, Mr. Bai started a lengthy reprimand in the next second.

"You brat, you are thirty years old, when will you be able to get into shape?! You haven't done anything serious all day long, and you don't want to make progress, let alone plan for your future..."

"Ahem..."

The words were spoken too hastily, and Mr. Bai coughed a few times.

"Old man, can you stop being so excited? After training me for so many years, if you have the ability, just pull your daughter-in-law up from the ground, stuff me into her belly, and give her a good makeover according to your wishes. ! You won’t be so disappointed with my grandson!”

After saying these words, Bai Mo stood up and left.

"Bai Mo..."

Yuan Duoduo wanted to stop Bai Mo, who turned around and left resolutely, but was held back by Mr. Bai.

"Let him be!"

Mr. Bai waved his hand sadly.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. In fact, Bai Mo just wanted to make fun of me... I made you angry again."

Yuan Duoduo followed Mr. Bai's heart.

"Alas," Mr. Bai let out another long sigh:

"To be honest, I have never been disappointed with Mo Xiao. His parents passed away early, and I just wanted him to live a happier and more carefree life. So since he was a child, I rarely taught him the tricks in the mall. Those who are trying to trick each other... I just want to live longer so that I can provide a clean and pure environment for my only grandson to grow up! "

Yuan Duoduo can feel how much Mr. Bai loves his only beloved grandson.

"My health is getting worse day by day...I don't know when I will suddenly pass away..."

"Grandpa, don't be so pessimistic. You will live a long life."

"Haha, grandpa only has nine years left before he turns 100. In fact, I am satisfied with being able to live such a long life!"

After taking a breath, Mr. Bai sighed slowly, "These days, I have been weighing one thing: Should I sell off the nightclub and those entertainment venues to leave enough money for my Mo family to spend for a few lifetimes? Or should I? Leave them to be run by Mo Xiaozi?"

Yuan Duoduo was startled: Selling the nightclub and entertainment venues? Wouldn't that mean that Bai Mo would have to sit and wait for nothing?

"Grandpa, it is said in the books: It is better to teach a man how to fish than to teach him how to fish!"

"Grandpa understands these principles! But boy Mo is not suitable for being 'taught to fish'! That boy is naturally pure and good, and he will do some mischief."

Mr. Bai sighed again.

Thinking about something, he struggled to sit up; Yuan Duoduo immediately put a hand on Mr. Bai's back.

"By the way, Duoduo, grandpa has something he wants to give you in advance!"

Yuan Duoduo was slightly startled: Does Mr. Bai have anything to give to him 'in advance'?

What Mr. Bai asked Butler Bai to bring out was actually the property ownership certificate of a commercial street in a prosperous area in the city center.

"Duoduo, take this. Even if it's a gift from me to the child in your belly. Even if it's just for rent and you don't have to run it yourself, it can ensure that you, mother and son, have enough food and clothing in the future!"

"No... no, grandpa, I can't have it! They... they don't need it either. Grandpa, we mother and son really don't need these."

Yuan Duoduo refused continuously. I couldn't help but wonder: Did Grandpa Bai know that he was pregnant with his grandson Bai Mo's child?

"Duoduo, grandpa knows that you are so strong and want to support your children with your own hands... But it is always better to be prepared! In fact, grandpa also has selfish motives for doing this!"

Old Man Bai took a breath and said, "Grandpa thought: If one day my boy Mo falls into despair and goes to seek refuge with you, grandpa believes that you will give my boy Mo a bite to eat!"

Yuan Duoduo's tears fell straight down.

"Grandpa, why do you have so little confidence in Bai Mo? I believe he will not let you down and will manage the Bai family's industry well."

Yuan Duoduo almost revealed the secret in her belly.

"It's great that Mo Mo can be successful! But money can't buy a happy life!"

Mr. Bai let out another meaningful sigh.

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Feng Tuantuan rubbed his sleepy eyes, but no miracle happened: there was still no mommy Lan Youyou around.

But this time the little thing didn't climb down crying. Because there was still papa Feng Lixin lying beside him.

"Tuantuan is awake?"

Feng Lixin gently pecked his daughter's forehead.

"Papa, has Mama not gone home yet?"

"Um."

Feng Lixin hummed indifferently, without avoiding it, and he couldn't avoid it.

"Then papa, take Tuantuan to find mommy, okay?"

In the mind of a 4-year-old child, mommy is the only and closest person.

"Daddy is a little uncomfortable," Feng Lixin stroked his chest, "Wait until daddy is better, then accompany Tuantuan to find mommy, okay?"

Perhaps it's not that Feng Lixin doesn't want to find his wife Lan Youyou, nor is he afraid of countless searches and countless retentions, but in exchange for Lan Youyou's running away again and coldness; even if he sacrifices his life for Lan Youyou, Feng Lixin will feel that his death is worth it.

But what Feng Lixin is afraid of is his daughter's disappointment again and again! His daughter is grown up and needs a healthier living environment.

He dare not, and cannot sacrifice his daughter's lifelong happiness!

"Then Tuantuan go find uncle dad!"

The little cutie quickly climbed out of Feng Lixin's arms and ran out of the princess' room barefoot.

"Tuantuan..."

Feng Lixin's speed is obviously much worse than that of his agile daughter.

Xueluo got up early.

Only Feng Xinglang and his son were hugging each other in the huge king-size bedroom.

One of the little guy's short legs was across his father Feng Xinglang's waist, and his sleeping posture was extremely domineering.

Feng Xinglang let his son rest one arm on his head, and the other hand gently supported the little guy's buttocks, showing a loving attitude.

"Uncle...Uncle, can you accompany Tuantuan to find my mom?"

The door was only half-closed, and the little thing pushed the door open by himself.

"Shh, keep your voice down, your brother Nuonuo is still asleep!"

"But Tuantuan's mom didn't come back all night, Tuantuan was so worried!"

In the eyes of the little cutie: Mom's disappearance is more important than brother Nuonuo's late sleep.

"Uncle can't do anything about it, your mommy has legs!"

Feng Xinglang freed up one hand, "Come to uncle, let uncle hug the cute Tuantuan!"

The little cutie climbed up the stairs and nestled in Feng Xinglang's arms on the other side, soft and cute.

Holding the two children on the left and right, Feng Xinglang seemed to be in a good mood, so he closed his eyes and began to rest, trying to maintain such warmth.

"Uncle, wake up, don't sleep in anymore. Can you accompany Tuantuan to find mommy?"

"Tuantuan is good, let uncle hold him for a while longer! Uncle hasn't held Tuantuan like this for a long time!"

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes slightly and played a delaying tactic with the little guy nonchalantly.

Feng Lixin caught up with the master bedroom on the third floor and was about to knock on the door. After hearing the conversation between Feng Xinglang and his daughter, he put down his raised hand again.

Isn't this kind of family warmth what a daughter should have?

But under the background of warmth, there are also discordant moments.

The breakfast was rich and full of childish fun.

Xueluo made a cartoon fruit platter for her son and Xiaotuantuan.

Nono's was a bumblebee, and Tuantuan's was the flower fairy Xiaobei.

It was full of Xueluo's love for the two children.

Other people's mommies are so good, but they are still other people's mommies after all!

Thinking that her own mommy was still missing, Feng Tuantuan's little mouth drooped again in grievance, and she began to cry.

"Feng Tuantuan, can you stop crying? You always cry, always cry, aren't you annoying!"

How should I put it? Lin Nuo's original intention was to comfort the crying little Tuanzi.

The way of pitying and cherishing the girl needs to be improved.

As he spoke, he turned into a roar!

"Tuantuan wants his own mommy..."

Feng Tuantuan cried with great grievance.

Lan Youyou didn't go back to Feng's house, which was exactly what Lin Nuo wanted. So as to avoid bullying his dear mom again.

"Cry, cry, cry, you only know how to cry! Why does your witch mom want to come back? It doesn't matter if you don't want her!"

"Tuantuan's mom is not a witch!"

"Yes! Yes!"

"No! No!"

In order to protect his mom, Tuantuan started to argue with Nuonuo.

"Your mom is the most vicious and ugliest witch in the world! No one else!"

Little Lin Nuo insisted on his opinion.

When Xueluo was about to speak up to stop her son's rude behavior of "slandering" other people's moms, Feng Tuantuan, who was always well-behaved and cute, did something shocking and terrifying.

She picked up the fruit fork beside the platter and angrily stabbed Lin Nuo's back of the hand who slandered her mom.

"Don't say my mom is a witch! My mom is not! No!"

The fruit fork was not sharp; but Feng Tuantuan put all his strength into stabbing Lin Nuo's back of the hand.

Moreover, Lin Nuo's little hands were chubby and tender, and could be broken by a flick of a finger.

In addition, he was not on guard against Feng Tuantuan, who was more obedient than a kitten and could only cry. The fruit fork immediately pierced into the skin on the back of his hand...