Although Qiao Muer's little hands were hitting Qiao Mohan, her little face was buried deeply in Qiao Mohan's arms, hugging her father, crying with tears in her eyes.
When Mr. Qiao broke up with other women, it was clean, decisive and heartless.
But he couldn't do anything to his little princess.
Qiao Mohan regretted losing his temper right after. After all, she was his pampered little princess, and he usually couldn't bear to say a harsh word to her, so how could he bear to make her cry
Qiao Mohan held the little girl and coaxed her for a long time, until Qiao Muer gradually stopped crying, her chest heaving and hiccups.
"Dad... Daddy... I... I... Hiccup... I don't want... stepmother..."
"Mu'er wants... wants daddy... and... and mommy..."
"Okay, no stepmother. Our Mu'er will not have a stepmother. Daddy promises you, there will never be one." He had never thought about getting married. Qiao Mohan was a typical non-marriage person.
Even Xiao Muer's appearance was an accident.
He was simply taken advantage of by that gold-digger who no longer existed in his memory.
However, it was different from the initial resistance.
Qiao Mohan now feels that it is nice to have a daughter, especially a lively, cute and clever girl like Xiao Muer.
"Wow... But... But other children have mommies, and all the children in our kindergarten have..."
The little thing hugged Qiao Mohan's neck and raised its red, crying eyes that looked like a little rabbit.
"Mu'er doesn't want a stepmother, but Daddy can help Mu'er find a mommy, okay? Mu'er wants a mommy..."
Qiao Mohan: “…”
Seeing the little guy's red eyes, Qiao Mohan didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Not to mention that he didn't know who Xiao Mu'er's mother was.
Even if he knew, he would not let Xiao Muer reunite with her greedy, materialistic biological mother.
A woman like that is not worthy of being the mother of his little Mu'er.
The little girl had no idea what Qiao Mohan was thinking. She hugged Qiao Mohan and cried and made a fuss until Qiao Mohan got a headache and her temper flared up again.
Only then did I hear my baby crying and mumbling: "I like that short-haired auntie... She smells like mommy. Daddy, can you let her be Mu'er's mommy? Mu'er wants mommy!"
There is no common sense of ethics in the little guy's consciousness.
She didn't know what a pregnancy lasted for ten months, nor did she know what blood connection was.
I just feel that the aunt who can bring me warmth, comfort and caring is her mother.
Qiao Mohan was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes.
With those unruly and unruly phoenix eyes, there was suspicion: "Mu'er, the short-haired aunt you mentioned, is it the one who just brought you back... Su Qing?"
Qiao Muer's face lit up: "So her name is Su Qing, Aunt Qingqing's name is really nice, Muer likes it very much..."
Sunny…
When the word "Qingqing" came out of Qiao Muer's mouth.
A hint of hesitation flashed across Qiao Mohan's bottomless phoenix eyes.
It was as if this name had been read countless times by someone.
However, this feeling is only fleeting, passing by so quickly that it is impossible to catch it.
Qiao Mohan was not interrupted by this little episode. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the little baby in his arms with a cold and serious expression.
He asked solemnly, word by word: "Mu'er, tell Daddy, who taught you to say those words just now? Was it... the Aunt Qingqing you mentioned?"
Su Qing...
Her approach to me really had a purpose.
Its sudden appearance suddenly caused him to react.
And suddenly, she was able to make his baby develop a special feeling for her.
This woman... Qiao Mohan's eyes were deep, and for the first time he lost his carelessness and looked at her with a serious attitude. (To be continued)