Su Yuanhao and Zhang Min had another conversation. It was getting late and the two left. Xiao Jingxin is now with Su Qiyan. Su Qiyan asked him to read books, and then he thought about taking him to bed.
Xiao Mo had been waiting outside for a long time. After Su Yuanhao and his wife left, Xiao Mo walked in quietly.
Su Qiyan was sitting next to Xiao Jingxin, watching him study. Xiao Mo looked at the two people in front of him, and couldn’t help but slightly raised his lips.
Xiao Mo walked over and picked up Su Qiyan from behind Su Qiyan, “Do you miss me?”
Su Qiyan looked back and saw that it was Xiao Mo. Xiao Jingxin had already pounced on Xiao Mo happily, and Xiao Mo hugged Xiao Jingxin directly with his arms.
“Good son, do you miss your father?”
“I thought about it, I thought about it.”
Xiao Mo kissed his son’s forehead, “Good son, Father is like you. The father still has some things now. When the father has finished handling all the matters in the palace, I will come to pick you up, okay?”
Xiao Jingxin said, “Okay, okay.”
Xiao Mo kissed Xiao Jingxin again, “Good son, you are reading here, and the father has something to say to your mother.”
Xiao Jingxin waved his hand and said, “Go away, hurry up, hurry up.” It was like a little adult.
Xiao Mo looked at such a son and hugged Su Qiyan with a funny look and said, “Who does this kid look like?”
Su Qiyan snorted coldly, “Of course he looks like me.”