Jomo Mou stayed alone in the study, his face was stunned, his eyes were confused and flustered. He was called Jomo, wrong. Maybe he should be called a coffin, but he was killed by his parents. For the sake of power and status, they killed him for his own brother. At that time, he was fifteen or six years old. He thought he was sure to die, but he did not expect that he would become a baby.

The love of their husband and wife made him somewhat mournful and somewhat lost, but he was also afraid, especially after the birth of sugar candy and peas.

After Peas was born, he worried that things would happen again, but the soft younger brother and sister made him very much like, especially since their husband and wife had always loved him a lot, even more, but he was still subconscious. I think this is just an illusion.

When he returned to here, he began to work hard to learn a variety of things, and even his own time is full, I am afraid that he will not be able to play with two younger siblings, afraid of getting lost. In this kind of warm-hearted fatherly love, maternal love and intimate brothers and sisters.

Although he has been reminding himself that he can't get close, he finally chose to indulge.

But today he doesn't know what's going on, he will suddenly make such a thing, perhaps because of the thing in the competition, perhaps because of Shi Song's inadvertent statement.

Sitting on the floor casually, Jomo Mou has not gone out. When he finished his meal in the evening, Ning Mengyao saw that he had not come out of the study. His brow was tightly wrinkled: "Heavenly, did you hit him?" ”

"No, I think." If you are not afraid of Ning Mengyao, he really wants to do it.

Ning Mengyao looked helplessly at Qiao Tianchang: "I am fine with Tian Chang, let's ask him to come out to eat."

"Yao Yao, he..."

"It doesn't matter, he is our son." Ning Mengyao shook his head gently, as a mother, how did she go back and blame her son?

Qiao Tianchang very disapproved of watching Ning Mengyao, such indulgence, is this really good?

Ning Mengyao, no matter what Qiao Tianchang was thinking, went to the door and knocked on the door gently: "Hey, come out to eat."

Jomo Mou looked at the door in the study. He heard them just now. He thought she would be very angry and angry, but why did he have a feeling of crying just now?

Jomo Mo has been silent for a long time without speaking. The outside Ning Mengyao brows slightly wrinkled: "Can I come in?"

When Ning Mengyao wanted to open the door and came in, Jomo Mou came out from the inside and opened the door. The little face was tight and stretched as if he was thinking about something.

"Let's go, let's go eat, what do you want to eat?" Ning Mengyao looked at Jomo and asked with a smile.

Jomo Mou looked at Ning Mengyao. She only saw pets and love in her face and eyes. It was totally different from the two people. Even when there was no brother, they didn’t look like him. He saw the world as much as he did with calculations and interests.

"Hey? What's wrong with you? Is it not uncomfortable?" Ning Mengyao saw Jomo Mou not talking, thought he was uncomfortable, thought that he had hit the ring today, and quickly grabbed his hand to see: "Is it today? Wounded? Why don't you feel uncomfortable? You tell me."

Ning Mengyao’s anxious worry made Jomomo think of the ones Joe said with her.

"I am fine."

"Ah? Oh, it's okay, let's go eat." Ning Mengyao's face was awkward, then he said with a smile.

When Ning Mengyao turned and was about to leave, Jomomo suddenly held her from behind, her head resting on her back, although she was not held in her arms, but the warm feeling was the same as when she was a child.

"Mother, I am sorry."

Ning Mengyao stunned, then laughed and turned and held him: "A fool, I am your mother, how can you be angry with you?"

Qiao Tianchang looked at Jomo Mou, although he wanted to understand that this is a good thing, but this seems to be his wife? What is this kid holding?