Chapter 4311 I Don’t Want You to Think, I Want Me to Think 5

Qin Mo's voice was hoarse: "What if your mother is willing to put you in the Qin family?"

Qin Xuan raised his eyes and stared at Qin Mo. After a long time, he said slowly: "Uncle, do you want me?"

"Well, I want to take care of you when you grow up." Qin Mo smiled warmly and hugged Qin Xuan.

And this is the warmth that Qin Xuan can't refuse.

Qin Xuan was originally determined to live with his mother, but now he hesitated.

For Qin Xuan, his mother is the person who gave birth to him, but it is not the same as a relative. Only after he came to Qin Mo did he feel what a relative was.

It's something that makes people want to get closer.

Qin Xuan bit his lower lip, his face was too beautiful to be true.

Finally, he slowly leaned into Qin Mo's arms, a warm and broad embrace that could carry all the little boy's thoughts.

At that moment, he wanted to cry, but he remembered Yi Huan said that he was a boy, so he tried his best to endure it.

Qin Mo felt his emotions and lowered his head to kiss the little guy's forehead: "Actually, not only boys, but also grown men also break down. It's not shameful to cry."

Qin Xuan let out a sigh, then looked at Qin Mo in disbelief, and his voice was even softer: "Uncle, have you cried too?"

Qin Mo hesitated for a few seconds and then smiled lightly: "I must have cried!"

Qin Xuan groaned, put his little face on Qin Mo's arm, and asked cautiously: "Why are you crying, uncle?"

Qin Mo smiled softly, "Because of feelings, because of your aunt."

Qin Xuan didn't know what emotion was, and he didn't dare to ask.

He just stayed in Qin Mo's arms obediently. At this moment, he felt that he and his uncle were very close, because he would be sad and want to cry, and so would his uncle. It turned out that they were the same person.

Qin Mo coaxed him for a long time, making sure that he was not afraid of the dark before letting him out with confidence.

At the door, he looked at the bed again. Qin Xuan's little one was buried in the quilt with only his head exposed. In the darkness, a pair of eyes were shining brightly.

Qin Mo smiled slightly, closed the door, and went to see the other two children before returning to the bedroom.

He Huan was indeed not asleep yet. She had taken a shower and put on a pair of pajamas, leaning on the sofa to play games. However, she was not waiting to see what he was doing. She had something to ask Qin Mo.

After all, there was suddenly a child of this size in the family.

Qin Mo opened the bedroom door and looked at He Huan sitting there. He rubbed his brows and walked over to sit next to her. He took her into his arms and said, "Are you really waiting for me?"

He Huan was still playing the game, so he shouted: "Wait a minute, I'll finish this game."

Qin Mo's eyes fell on her face. After a few seconds, he let go of her and leaned on the armrest of the sofa with his eyes closed to rest. He Huan took the time to look at him while typing, "You are very tired." Already?"

Qin Mo closed his eyes and hummed.

He Huan finished playing in a few seconds. Of course, she didn't care if he lost. Putting down the phone, she approached him and looked at him carefully. They were so close that they could feel each other's long breathing.

Qin Mo suddenly laughed, put his hands behind his head, opened his eyes and looked at her, "What's wrong?"

He Huan simply knelt beside him and looked at Qin Mo carefully. He didn't say anything and just let her watch.

After a moment, He Huancai whispered: "Where is Qin Xuan's mother?"