So just enjoy yourself and stop ogling other people’s husbands and children... Just guard your own small patch of land well.
Too much perfection can be a kind of destructive force.
When this destructive force reaches a certain level, it can make people instinctively avoid it.
Soon, Hao Yansen and the others found so peace and could focus on playing with Little Ping’an.
It was Little Ping’an’s first ti playing in such a place.
He was happy no matter what he played, his little face never stopped smiling, and his laughter was music to Mo Jun’s ears, so precious that it made the whole world feel incredibly beautiful.
If she could keep her child this happy and joyous, she’d be willing to do anything.
But Mo Jun also thought of Xiaomo, her other child.
Little Ping’an has been found, but what about Xiaomo? Where is he?
"What’s wrong?" Hao Yansen noticed her mood suddenly shift and asked with a concerned curiosity.
Mo Jun quickly snapped out of it, smiled, and said, "Nothing, are you tired? Do you feel bored?"
After all, the place was filled with childish gas for kids, and he could only accompany them around, which might be very dull for him.
Hao Yansen laughed and said, "How could it be boring? It’s quite interesting."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Actually, this is my first ti in a place like this too. And it’s the first ti I’m here with you guys." As long as he’s with her, he’d find anything interesting.
Without her, even if he ruled the world, he’d find it aningless.
All the things in this world should be shared with her to have aning.
Mo Jun laughed, and just then, she suddenly saw a little girl trying to talk to her son!
"Hi there, I’m Tongtong, what’s your na?" The little girl asked Little Ping’an innocently, showing her liking plainly.
It was the first ti Little Ping’an had been approached by a girl, and he was a bit disoriented.
However, he didn’t panic and calmly replied, "Little Ping’an, hello."
"Little Ping’an, huh, is that your mom?" The little girl seed skeptical, pointing at Mo Jun.
After all, Little Ping’an looked so nice, but his mom didn’t look as good.
Little Ping’an seed to discern sothing, nodded firmly, "Yes, that’s my mom!"
"Is that your dad? Your dad is so handso!" The little girl, only a few years old, already knew what handso ant.
This ti, Little Ping’an didn’t know how to answer.
That wasn’t his dad; it was his uncle.
But saying "uncle" at this mont seed... off, and he couldn’t say it.
Little Ping’an glanced at Mo Jun and the others and suggested proactively, "Mom, let’s go play over there."
He didn’t want to answer that question! He didn’t want other kids to know he didn’t have a dad.
Even though he understood little, children naturally know that not having parents is sothing difficult to talk about. Because they have no parents, they tend to mature earlier than others and instinctively grasp a lot of social nuances.
The lack of that parental love accompanies them every mont, making them feel constantly insecure. Just thinking about it is unsettling and distressing.
So Little Ping’an felt the sa way, even though he had a mom, he still felt very insecure.
But no matter how well he hid it, he was still a child, and his feelings couldn’t escape the eyes of Mo Jun and the others.
Mo Jun’s heart hurt a little.
Hao Yansen suddenly squatted down and picked him up.
Little Ping’an was startled for a mont, and his little face turned slightly red, seemingly feeling shy.
Hao Yansen smiled and patted his head, then bent down to tell the little girl, "Yes, I’m his dad."
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