Seeing how well their father and son got along, Xiao Qitian couldn't help but think of his own son, and a smile finally appeared on his cold face.
He also hopes that he can have such a good relationship with his son in the future.
"If you want to do this, you just need to spend some time with your child every day." Ning Mengyao saw that he kept looking at Qiao Tianchang and his son, with a big smile on his face, and immediately understood what he meant. .
It seems that he is envious.
"I know." He may only have such a son in the future, and he naturally wants his son to have a good relationship with him.
"Does my uncle, my mother, also have a little brother?" Qiao Moshang asked eagerly after hearing what the two of them said.
"Yes, a younger brother." Ning Mengyao said.
Qiao Moshang immediately curled his lips in disgust.
"I don't like babies the most. They always like to cry."
Xiao Qitian was choked. Whose child behaves like a kid? I can count the number of times I have cried since I was born on both hands, and whose child is as smart as this child? This kid is simply unique, right
"You kid, Shang'er, tell your uncle, how does your father usually take you to play?" Xiao Qitian looked at Qiao Moshang with interest, as if he wanted to learn from his experience.
"Play with me, ask me to practice martial arts, tell me stories, teach me how to ride a horse, make delicious food for me, and..." When Qiao Moshang said it one by one, the expression on Xiao Qitian's face There are some cracks. Are these really things Tianchang did
"Shang'er, you didn't fool me, did you?"
"Forget it if you don't believe me. My father is the best father, my mother is the best mother, and my brother is the best brother. No one can compare with me." Qiao Moshang looked at Xiao Qitian with a showy face, which was obvious It's just saying, no matter how hard you try, you can't be like my dad, so don't bother.
What does it feel like to see such a variety of expressions on a child’s face? Xiao Qitian only knew that he seemed to have slapped this naughty kid, and he felt so aggrieved.
"Yes, your parents and brothers are the best."
"Of course. Oh, by the way, there are also my younger siblings. My younger siblings are the cutest younger siblings." Qiao Moshang said seriously, thinking of the child in Ning Mengyao's belly.
"Your younger siblings will also cry when they are born."
"No way, my brothers and sisters won't cry." Qiao Mo Shang snorted. Are his brothers and sisters comparable to ordinary people
Ning Mengyao looked at her forehead dumbfounded. She was protecting her little brother and sister before they were born. What would happen if they were born
"Little monkey, what would you do if these were two brothers or two sisters?" Ning Mengyao looked at Qiao Moshang amusedly.
Qiao Moshang snorted arrogantly.
"Just a younger brother and a younger sister." Qiao Moshang said very stubbornly.
Ning Mengyao couldn't help but laugh helplessly, this child is really.
Xiao Qitian looked at Qiao Moshang's cute look and couldn't help but reach out and pinch his face. But as soon as he pinched his face, Qiao Moshang glared at him fiercely.
"You are not allowed to pinch my face."
"Okay, don't pinch. Isn't it okay if you don't pinch?" Xiao Qitian said with a smile.
Qiao Mo Shang ran to Qiao Mo Feng and reached out to hug him.
Reaching out to pick him up, Qiao Mofeng had a look of helpless doting on his face. This younger brother was really irresistible.
"Shang'er, you are naughty again."
"Shang'er doesn't have any."
"Okay, Shang'er doesn't have it."
The warm look of the family of four made Xiao Qitian feel a little uncomfortable, but he still looked at everything between them with a smile, as if he could get the same happiness in this way.
"Tian Chang, I'm going back first to see Xiao Mu." Seeing them like this, he also wanted to see his son, and he didn't know if he was still sleeping.
That child was just like the original Qiao Mo Shang. He only ate and slept, but he still cried a lot.
"Okay." Looking at Xiao Qitian's leaving figure, Qiao Tianchang had a worried smile on his face. He understood that it was probably his happiness that stimulated him.