Chapter 5399 5.1151 What About the Son? ?

The little monkey was no longer on his knees, his back drooped and shrunk into a small ball, and he cried pitifully, "Oh, if I had a quilt now, I would be able to fall asleep right away."

As the words fell, I saw an extra floor on the side, and two brand new brocade quilts were placed on the soft mattress.

The little monkey quickly crawled over, hugged Mo Baobao and kissed him, "Little Tuanzi, my aunt really loves you to death, you are such a good, understanding and sensible boy. My aunt won't be with them anymore, I'll go to bed first! "

Everyone couldn't help twitching the corners of their mouths, squinting to see the little monkey rolling onto the floor without any image, shaking off the two quilts, and crawling in.

Master Guang Guang yawned, and looked at the thick and soft floor miserably, "Well, well, then I'll sleep for a while, and when I wake up, I'll kneel down again."

It is really willpower that can't compete with a sleepy heart.

Master Guang Guang also disarmed and surrendered, rolled into the mattress, pulled a corner of the quilt, lay down and fell asleep.

Baby Mo moved in the little monk's arms.

The little monk was also very sleepy, but he still knelt there upright, half-closed his eyes and said, "Kneel a little longer, for the mistakes I made, I, I have to bear it all."

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When Mo Lian slept until midnight, she always felt that a pair of bright eyes were staring at her quietly.

He opened his eyelids with great willpower, and rolled up from the bed.

It just so happened that when I met my daughter-in-law's paralyzed and expressionless little face, I raised my hands to my forehead, crying and laughing, "Daughter-in-law, what are you doing so late at night?"

I really want to be scared to death by my little daughter-in-law.

Sitting next to you in the middle of the night, looking at herself faintly, Mo Lian really felt like crying.

With a small face, the corner of her mouth was pursed, she suddenly raised her hand to lift off the quilt, pointed to the mattress, and said in a calm voice, "What's missing."

Mo Lian looked down, with a confused handsome face, when she met the serious expression of the young daughter-in-law, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Son, where's your son?"

He remembered that before he went to bed, he waited on the little ancestor for a while, and then washed him up and was taken over by his wife.

Prince Mo hurriedly got up, lifted the quilt and pillow and searched for a long time. There was no trace of his son on a big beautiful bed.

This guy broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly turned his head to look at his wife, "Son, son?"

Little Facial Paralyzed didn't say a word, he pumped his hand and punched him on the head, "You don't even know if your son is lost! No wonder my mother kept telling me that you men are not reliable at all, you deserve everything from me!" Worry about being a mother!"

Prince Mo looked at his daughter-in-law who had a sudden seizure with a bewildered expression, his heart pounding.

"Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law." He called her weakly.

The little face paralyzed said angrily, "What can I say to you! Do you admit your mistake?"

"Wrong, wrong!" Mo Lian nodded her head frequently, with an attitude of admitting her mistakes, and asked cautiously, "Son, where did my son go?"

"Hmph! If you keep an eye on your son, you wouldn't even know he was taken away a hundred years earlier!"

Prince Mo looked at his daughter-in-law aggrievedly.

"Follow me!" Little Mian paralyzed down to the ground, put on his shoes, and casually pulled out a cloak to wrap around his body.

Mo Lian looked puzzled, and followed the young daughter-in-law out of the main hall.

At this time, the moonlight was thick, and there were stars dotted in the dark night sky, and a slightly cold wind hit the face.

Mo Lian subconsciously took Qiao Mu's hand and pulled her into her arms.