"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Joey Mo nervously held Jing Yao's hand and said anxiously.

Jing Yao stared at Joey Mo. As Joey Mo's face became more and more panic, he shook his head and whispered, "Can you sleep with me tonight?"

"No, Jing Yao, are you feeling uncomfortable? Well? Mom brought some medicine. Tell me what's wrong. I'll get you medicine." Joey Mo said anxiously.

“No discomfort.”

Jing Yao murmured, "I don't want to sleep alone tonight. Can you sleep with me?"

“…”

Joymo ​​looked at Jing Yao, and after a while, she lowered her voice and said, "Isn't you really uncomfortable?"

"Um."

Joymo ​​breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand to touch his forehead, "Of course you can sleep with you, I'll go take a shower and come."

"I'm waiting for you."

Jing Yao looked at Joey Mo with his puppy-like eyes open, and suddenly he was as obedient as someone else's child, which made Joey Mo a little stunned.

...

Back at the room between her and Mu Qingchen, Joey Mo went to the bathroom to take a shower first. When she came out to see her going in to take a shower, someone who was answering the phone was still holding her cell phone. She didn't disturb her and took out her skin care products and patted her face.

The last skin care process ended, and Joymo ​​looked at Mu Qingxian.

Mu Qingchen seemed to sense it, and he slightly turned from the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at her with a faint questioning in his black eyes.

Joymo ​​said in sign language, "I'll sleep with my son tonight."

Mu Qingchen subconsciously frowned, "That's it."

Then, Joymo ​​saw him hung up the phone.

Joymo ​​blinked and said as Mu Qingchen stepped towards her, "The little guy is in a bad mood."

"how?"

Mu Qingxian stood in front of Joey Mo. After hearing what she said, he subconsciously glanced at the door.

“…”

Joymo ​​thought for a while, stepped forward and stuffed herself into Mu Qingxian's arms, hugged his waist and said, "He said he didn't want to sleep alone tonight, so he asked me to accompany him... Since he returned to us, this is the first time he made such a request. How could I bear to refuse?"

What's more, she was looking forward to it.

"What's wrong with the little guy?"

Mu Qingchen held one of Joey Mo's arms and pursed his lips.

"You usually think that you are serious about him, but you still care about him very much."

Mu Qing sighed, "He is our son, my blood is flowing in his body. Can I not care?"

Joymo ​​rubbed her chin against his chest, "So, I'll sleep with our son tonight, won't you object?"

"No objection, our family of three sleeps together."

Mu Qing squinted the corners of her mouth.

Joymo, “…”

I was stunned for two seconds and laughed.

"Can you say it now?"

Mu Qingxian pinched her chin and said helplessly.

Joey Mo's pupils shrank slightly, "Didn't you notice it? After we took Jing Yao back, he did not mention the Hu family, including Sister Ran and Keke. It was as if he had forgotten them."

Maybe he knew what Joey Mo wanted to express, but Mu Qingchen didn't make a sound.

"He has lived in the Hu family for nearly eight years, and the two elders of the Hu family have been in love with each other for almost eight years. Putting aside the one or two months before the last separation, Jing Yao and them have so many beautiful and unforgettable memories."

"Jing Yao is young, but he has a strong sense of self-esteem, and is a typical person with a hard mouth and soft heart. I think he is still thinking about the Hu family in his heart, but the experience before separation finally hurts the little guy, so even if he misses, he won't say it."

Joey Moo's soft voice was filled with heartache and sadness.

Although the two elders of the Hu family knew that Jing Yao was not their grandson for a long time, it did leave a shadow on Jing Yao's young mind for not long.

The bad situation of being abandoned, isolated, ignored, or even disliked by the whole world is enough to force an adult into a desperate situation, let alone a child.

I felt distressed and ashamed of Jing Yao and Qiao Yimo.

If he was born and they were with him like other parents, such harm would not have happened to him.

"It's all over. Believe in our son, huh?"

Mu Qingchen stroked Qiao Yimo's face.

Joymo ​​took a breath and barely smiled at Mu Qingxian.

Mu Qing sniffed his eyes deeper.

...

"ah?"

Jing Yao was so shocked that he sat up from the bed, his eyes widened, and he looked at Mu Qingxian incredibly, "You, do you want to sleep with us?"

Baby heard it right!?

“Have any opinions?”

Mu Qingchen stood by the side of the bed and looked down at Jing Yao from a high place.

"have!"

Jing Yao crawled out quickly under the quilt and stood on the bed. A fat white finger scratched the bed, "The bed is too small to sleep!"

"If you think it's small, you can sleep on the floor."

Mu Qingchen's tone was steady.

Although Jing Yao slept on the side of the hotel, the bed was also a huge bed. Not to mention the three of them, even a family of five could easily accommodate them.

Jing Yao, “…”

He slept on the floor!?

This is his room!!

"So, let's sleep together happily tonight."

Joymo ​​spoke at the right time, stepped forward, dragged her shoes onto the bed, and pulled her fat son who was standing straight like a thriving little tree, sitting on the bed, "Baby, you sleep in the middle..."

"don't want!"

"No!"

Mu Qingchen and Jing Yao said in unison.

Joymo ​​bit her lip and stared at the father and son with a look of "What's wrong with you two?"

"You sleep in the middle!"

Jing Yao said hummingly.

"agree."

Mu Qingchen nodded.

Joymo, “…” Hehe, it’s amazing.

...

Half an hour passed.

Joymo, who was lying flat in the middle, twitched his eyes and looked at her arms that were resting on her belly.

Yes, it's a bit heavy!

"Boy, take your hands off your mom's belly."

Mu Qingchen looked at the little fat paper who was half of his face against Joey Mo's arm and pretended to be asleep for half an hour but failed to make him fall asleep.

Jing Yao's pair of eyes moved under his nose, and then... remained as if he was still as a mountain.

Jing Yao didn't move, and Mu Qingxian didn't do anything to him.

Joymo ​​wanted to laugh and felt a little uncomfortable, and glanced at someone, "Take it away."

"not good."

Mu Qing frowned.

The next second, his waist tightened, and Joymo ​​rolled into Mu Qingxian's arms, tightly tied by him.

With Mu Qingchen's actions, Jing Yao's arm on Qiao Yimo's belly naturally fell into vain and hung onto the bed.

Joymo ​​widened her eyes, "You..."
To be continued...