The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

Seeing that Yu Liang almost fell, Mo Zixuan immediately let go of Xiao Linger's hand and ran out. He looked at Yu Liang worriedly, and asked worriedly, "Mom, are you alright?"

"It's okay, I just slipped accidentally."

Yu Liang gently pulled the corner of Mo Shang's clothes, motioning for him to let go, although Mo Shang was a little unhappy, but seeing Yu Liang's awkward and shy look, he couldn't help but sighed in his heart, and slowly relaxed. opened.

He just let go, but still couldn't help telling him, "If you ask me for something, don't be reckless. What if I get hurt, I will be worried."

Mo Shang is holding Yu Liang in his hands for fear of falling, holding it in his mouth for fear of melting, and losing it for too long, he seems terrified of all her actions.

Yu Liang's face was reddish, and he nodded in agreement.

Xiao Ling'er was very happy to see their family of three with blinking eyes, but she was also a little unhappy.

Qiao Anhao came out of the kitchen and saw Xiao Linger looking at Mo Shang's family of three. She paused, walked to Linger, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, are you unhappy?"

"Mom, I miss Dad a little bit."

During this time, Lu Yisheng has been very busy. Since the last thing was over, she hasn't seen Lu Yisheng much, flying around all day, and sometimes she doesn't know where he is.

Reaching out to hug him up, Qiao Anhao comforted him, "Dad said he would be back tonight."

"Mom, do you miss Dad?" Xiao Ling'er looked at Qiao Anhao, her big eyes were watery, and there was water in them, looking foggy, and she repeated "Do you want to?"

Qiao Anhao pursed her lips, her exquisite facial features were stained a bit gloomy, and her beautiful apricot eyes were also darkened, she didn't answer.

If she wanted to, in fact, she still had a little bit of thought.

During the past few months, Lu Yisheng was not at home or in the company all day, and she naturally felt a little empty in her heart, which she was not used to.

Seeing whether Qiao Anhao answered, Xiao Ling'er reached out and hugged Qiao Anhao's neck, and said without refutation, "Mom, you must have thought about it, right?"

The irritating tone seemed like Qiao Anhao was about to cry if she denied it, but she could only answer yes and yes, a little dumbfounded.

"That's right, Mom really misses Dad. I miss him so much, that's fine." Qiao Anhao dealt with Xiao Ling'er, and she also knew why Xiao Ling'er insisted on her saying that.

"Of course."

A familiar male voice came from behind, with a clean tone, but mixed with a faint smile.

Qiao Anhao was stunned when she heard the familiar voice, she turned around holding Ling'er, and stared blankly at Lu Yicheng.

He was only wearing a thin black suit, reflecting his tall and slender figure. His body seemed to be covered with the cold of the wind and snow. Those cold and lonely blue eyes stared at her, the dark eyes full of faintness. A faint smile on his lips.

He looked domineering and strong, but he showed his unique gentleness in front of her alone.

He stepped over, walked up to Qiao Anhao, stretched out his arms to hug Xiao Linger, and said, "Qiao Anhao, I miss you too."

"Ah?" Qiao An hummed, the haze in his eyes dissipated, and he said awkwardly, "Remove the word ye, I didn't miss you!"

Although she didn't admit it, the tips of her ears were secretly red, and even a little hot.