Every time he is on his birthday, his parents will prepare a lot of surprises for him.
The small Wen Muqiao likes the feeling that his parents are with him very much. He may not really understand this ordinary happiness.
But in his still naive heart, he felt that such ordinary days were already very happy.
Except for my mother, she has less and less time to accompany him every day.
Wen Mu Qiao suddenly felt a little restless.
He suddenly felt a vaguely premonition.
The little boy, who had always been calm, twisted his butt here and there.
father.
The man in white carefully closed the door, walked out, sat beside Wen Muqiao, and held his warm big palm on Wen Muqiao's young shoulder.
The tall and patient man had not spoken yet, and Wen Muqiao grabbed Wen Qingxuan's big hand tightly, as if this could absorb warmth, and those things that might be terrible to him would not happen.
Wen Mu Qiao, after tomorrow I will send you to the sect to learn art.
father!
The little man who practiced swordsmanship and felt sore all over his body. When climbing the mountain, he fell from the middle of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and his arms were dislocated and he couldn't help crying.
Dad, I don’t want to leave you and mom. I want to be with you. Our family is together!
The little boy's tears fell, and he pretended to be careless and wiped away by him.
The white and tender cheeks were stained with the soil that was stained in Wen Muqiao's fingers at some point. The clear hot tears were mixed into a large piece of mud color, staining his delicate face, black and white.
father!
Jiao Qiao, Ruan Ruan has less and less time to accompany you.Her body should have been restored to the foot of Xueji Mountain a few years ago. If she doesn't go there... she will be exhausted.
Speaking of this, Wen Qingxuan also had tears in his eyes when he looked at his son.
At first he did not like this child who almost took Ruan Ruan's life, but Ruan Ruan liked him.
He is also very well-behaved.
Are they father and son whose blood is thicker than water, or are they obtained by Ruan Ruan's hard work in pregnancy.
How could he not love him?If possible, where is there a father who doesn’t want to be with his son?
Xueji Mountain is extremely cold, and I need to attract the spirits for Ruan Ruan there.
Qiao Qiao, you like your mother.
Is it right?
Wen Qingxuan paused.
Wen Muqiao could understand each word separately. He explained it in detail, but it was a fact that the little Wen Muqiao didn't want to accept at all.
The little boy is premature and talented.
Wen Qingxuan was reluctant to let him go to Xueji Mountain with them for a hundred years, which delayed him.
Ruan Ruan gave birth to him without even his own life. To take care of his health, it was not to delay him from following them to Xueji Mountain. With his cultivation and physique, he could only stay in the Qiankun Pot at his best age.
OK, dad.
You and your mother must remember Jiaoqiao and remember to come to find Jiaoqiao.
Wen Muqiao finished crying and threw himself into Wen Qingxuan's arms and cried in silence.
Qiao Qiao will learn from his master.
good.
After a long time, the man's stiff palms trembled and stroked them from Wen Muqiao's hair bun.
Dad will remember it.
Qiao Qiao is awesome!
This is Qiao Ruan’s favorite words to praise Wen Mu Qiao. In the past, every time she looked at her son, her eyes were filled with stars. She also looked at him like this a long time ago.
But he used to deal with Shuhua's affairs to disappoint her.
The stars now belong more to this little one.
Wen Qingxuan admitted this ridiculous fact without any hesitation. He was indeed very jealous of his son.
He loves him and is jealous of his ability to get the tenderness of his baby.
Melon work hard, the ending is within ten chapters~
The small Wen Muqiao likes the feeling that his parents are with him very much. He may not really understand this ordinary happiness.
But in his still naive heart, he felt that such ordinary days were already very happy.
Except for my mother, she has less and less time to accompany him every day.
Wen Mu Qiao suddenly felt a little restless.
He suddenly felt a vaguely premonition.
The little boy, who had always been calm, twisted his butt here and there.
father.
The man in white carefully closed the door, walked out, sat beside Wen Muqiao, and held his warm big palm on Wen Muqiao's young shoulder.
The tall and patient man had not spoken yet, and Wen Muqiao grabbed Wen Qingxuan's big hand tightly, as if this could absorb warmth, and those things that might be terrible to him would not happen.
Wen Mu Qiao, after tomorrow I will send you to the sect to learn art.
father!
The little man who practiced swordsmanship and felt sore all over his body. When climbing the mountain, he fell from the middle of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and his arms were dislocated and he couldn't help crying.
Dad, I don’t want to leave you and mom. I want to be with you. Our family is together!
The little boy's tears fell, and he pretended to be careless and wiped away by him.
The white and tender cheeks were stained with the soil that was stained in Wen Muqiao's fingers at some point. The clear hot tears were mixed into a large piece of mud color, staining his delicate face, black and white.
father!
Jiao Qiao, Ruan Ruan has less and less time to accompany you.Her body should have been restored to the foot of Xueji Mountain a few years ago. If she doesn't go there... she will be exhausted.
Speaking of this, Wen Qingxuan also had tears in his eyes when he looked at his son.
At first he did not like this child who almost took Ruan Ruan's life, but Ruan Ruan liked him.
He is also very well-behaved.
Are they father and son whose blood is thicker than water, or are they obtained by Ruan Ruan's hard work in pregnancy.
How could he not love him?If possible, where is there a father who doesn’t want to be with his son?
Xueji Mountain is extremely cold, and I need to attract the spirits for Ruan Ruan there.
Qiao Qiao, you like your mother.
Is it right?
Wen Qingxuan paused.
Wen Muqiao could understand each word separately. He explained it in detail, but it was a fact that the little Wen Muqiao didn't want to accept at all.
The little boy is premature and talented.
Wen Qingxuan was reluctant to let him go to Xueji Mountain with them for a hundred years, which delayed him.
Ruan Ruan gave birth to him without even his own life. To take care of his health, it was not to delay him from following them to Xueji Mountain. With his cultivation and physique, he could only stay in the Qiankun Pot at his best age.
OK, dad.
You and your mother must remember Jiaoqiao and remember to come to find Jiaoqiao.
Wen Muqiao finished crying and threw himself into Wen Qingxuan's arms and cried in silence.
Qiao Qiao will learn from his master.
good.
After a long time, the man's stiff palms trembled and stroked them from Wen Muqiao's hair bun.
Dad will remember it.
Qiao Qiao is awesome!
This is Qiao Ruan’s favorite words to praise Wen Mu Qiao. In the past, every time she looked at her son, her eyes were filled with stars. She also looked at him like this a long time ago.
But he used to deal with Shuhua's affairs to disappoint her.
The stars now belong more to this little one.
Wen Qingxuan admitted this ridiculous fact without any hesitation. He was indeed very jealous of his son.
He loves him and is jealous of his ability to get the tenderness of his baby.
Melon work hard, the ending is within ten chapters~
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