Although Qiao Muer's little hand was hitting Qiao Mohan, her small face was deeply buried in Qiao Mohan's arms, holding her father, crying with tears in her eyes.
Qiao Shao broke up with other women very cleanly and heartlessly.
But this unfeeling can't be done to my little princess.
After losing his temper just now, Qiao Mohan regretted it. After all, he is the little princess whom he loves most, and usually he can't bear to say harsh words, so how could he let her cry.
Qiao Mohan hugged and coaxed the little guy for a while, until Qiao Muer gradually stopped crying, her chest twitched, and she hiccupped.
"Father... Daddy... I... I... Hiccup... I don't want... Stepmother..."
"Mu'er wants... wants Daddy... and... and Mommy..."
"Okay, no stepmother, we Mu'er will not have a stepmother. Daddy assures you, absolutely not." He never thought about getting married at all, Qiao Mohan is a standard unmarried family.
Even the appearance of Xiao Mu'er was an accident.
It was just taken advantage of by that gold digger who had long since ceased to exist in his memory.
However, it is different from the initial resistance.
Qiao Mohan now thinks it would be nice to have a daughter, especially a lively and cute little clever ghost like Xiao Mu'er.
"Wuuuu...but...but other children have mommy, and all the children in our kindergarten have..."
The little thing hugged Qiao Mohan's neck, and raised his red eyes, which were as red as a little rabbit from crying.
"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 doesn't know who Xiao Mu'er's mother is.
Even if he knew, he wouldn't let Xiao Mu'er recognize her greedy, money-worshiping biological mother.
Such a woman is not worthy to be his little Mu'er's mother at all.
The little guy didn't know what Qiao Mohan was thinking. She hugged Qiao Mohan, crying and making noises until Qiao Mohan's headache came from crying, and his temper was about to come up again.
Only then did I hear my baby crying and muttering: "I like that short-haired auntie... She smells like a mommy. Daddy, can you let her be Muer's mommy? Muer wants a mommy!"
In the consciousness of the little guy, there is no common sense of human relations at all.
She didn't know what an October pregnancy was, and she didn't know what a blood connection was.
I just feel that the aunt who can bring me warmth, comfort, and heart-warming is her mommy.
Qiao Mohan was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes.
Danfeng's unruly eyes revealed suspicion: "Mu'er, the short-haired aunt you are talking about is the one who brought you back just now...Su Qing?"
Qiao Muer smiled happily: "It turns out that her name is Su Qing. Aunt Qingqing's name is really nice, and Muer likes it so much..."
sunny...
When the word "Qingqing" came out of Qiao Mu'er's mouth.
A trace of hesitation flashed across Qiao Mohan's bottomless phoenix eyes.
It was as if, this name had been heard countless times by someone.
However, this feeling is only fleeting, passing by so fast that people can't grasp it at all.
Qiao Mohan was not interrupted by this little episode, he narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and looked at the little baby in his arms with a cold and serious expression.
Word by word, he asked solemnly: "Mu'er, tell Daddy, who taught you to say those words just now? Is it... the one you said, Aunt Qingqing?"
Su Qing...
Her approach to herself was indeed purposeful.
The sudden appearance suddenly made him react.
And suddenly it can make his baby have a different feeling for her.
This woman... Qiao Mohan's eyes were deep, and it was the first time for him to look at her with a solemn attitude.