Hearing Mo Mo's cry, Ms. Su was even more furious: "Wen Lu, what are you doing? Did you hit Mo Mo? Wen Lu, if you dare to hit my grandson, I'm not done with you!!!"

"..." Wen Lu felt that there were no human beings around him, so he had to explain slowly, "I just felt that I couldn't give Mo Mo any more milk tea, so I just snatched his milk tea."

"You are really..." Ms. Su had nothing to say, how could she give birth to such a stupid son!

She just reminded him to pay attention next time and didn't let him take the delicious food away from Mo Mo's mouth!

Ms. Su was so angry that she wanted to explode.

Mo Mo patted the table and cried while patting the table: "Dad...beating people...Dad...beating people..."

Wen Lu glared at him.

When did he hit someone?

Ms. Su was even more shocked when she heard the baby's cry: "Wen Lu, where are you? I will take Mo Mo home tonight."

"It's okay, it's really okay, I will take good care of Mo Mo."

"Wen Lu, if you can believe it, a sow can climb a tree!"

Wen Lu was completely speechless.

Ms. Su didn't believe that he could take good care of Mo Mo. In the past three years, if it weren't for nursery rhymes, how could Mo Mo have become fat and fat? Following Wen Mo, she saw that Mo Mo lost a lot of weight.

What a pitiful little person.

The more Ms. Su thought about it, the more distressed she became: "Wen Lu, where are you? I'll send someone to pick up Mo Mo."

"No." After saying that, Wen Lu hung up the phone.

Mo Mo cried so hard that Wen Lu couldn't coax him, so he could only put milk tea into his hand again.

Holding the delicious milk tea, the little cutie stopped crying, but there were still crystal tears hanging on her long eyelashes.

The children were satisfied with the drink.

Wen Lu stared at him, unable to get enough of him.

Looking at it, the corners of his lips raised a slight arc, and his eyes were gentle: "Does it taste good?"

Mo Mo nodded.

"Let Dad have a sip?"

Mo Mo hesitated and handed the milk tea to Wen Lu.

Wen Lu took a sip.

For the first time in his life, Wen Lu experienced the beauty of milk tea. He had never thought this thing was delicious before.

It tastes good today because this is the milk tea Momo gave him, even though he paid for it.

There was a strange feeling in his heart. At this moment, he was thinking of nursery rhymes.

If only she were here.

After two sips, he returned the milk tea to Mo Mo.

Mo Mo sat on the chair and drank happily, swaying his short legs and swaying.

Momo would only go home when he was tired from playing.

Wen Lu held him on his lap and gently stroked the little guy's furry hair with his big hands.

Not long after, Mo Mo fell asleep in his arms, and Wen Lu turned his head and saw a bright moon hanging on the branches, the hazy moonlight passing through the densely covered branches and shining on the road.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he could see the nursery rhyme in front of him. He really missed her.

She didn't want him, but why didn't she even want Mo Mo...

Wen Lu's haggard face was full of loneliness.

What she gave him was not the dazzling love of fireworks, but the remembrance and eternity engraved in his heart. It was not until she left him that he discovered that some traces would not disappear with her departure, but would instead become increasingly deepened.

Today is another day to miss her.

Mo Mo moved in Wen Lu's arms, but did not wake up. He smacked his lips, and Wen Lu hugged him tighter.

From now on, he will only have Mo Mo.

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The autumn colors are getting darker and the temperatures are getting cooler.
Chapter completed!