Mo Shuai Nan's admiration

By the time mo Qiu finished his business and left, it was already eight in the evening.

Mo Yancheng returned to the mo garden in the afternoon.

"Cheng." Mo Yancheng walked in with his phone in hand, but he did not see Shen chengjing.

At this moment, a soft little hand wrapped around his thigh. Mo Yanchen looked down and saw mo Shuai Nan crawling over from somewhere. After hugging his leg, he used all his strength to stand up and pull on his pants.

"Dad, I'm fine. Mo Shuai Nan's tender voice sounded.

When mo Yancheng saw him, he squatted down and held his arm.

"Have you been a good girl today?" Mo Yancheng's deep voice was as gentle as he could be.

Mo Shuai Nan stretched out his little hands, asking for a hug.

Looking at him, mo Yancheng wanted to reject him, but he could not help but reach out and pull him into his arms. He lifted him up.

"Good girl." Mo Shuai Nan said softly, but his clear black eyes were fixed on mo Yancheng.