Chapter 1221 What Do You Think?

Jiang Tingxu's face felt a little warm, but as an adult, even if you know what you said was wrong, you will ignore it most of the time, and then there will be nothing more.

When he sat down next to his son, he reached out and hugged the little man in his arms:

"Baby is so good~"

After saying that, there was a moment of blah blah blah.

Trying to use this to save the face he just lost.

I have to say that the method is still very useful, and the little man didn't mention it again.

Mo Boyuan came downstairs about ten minutes later, looking sleepy and smelly.

When he heard his son calling him, he just responded perfunctorily, and then ordered Mu Bo to make a cup of strong tea.

After a cup of tea, I seemed to feel a little better. I looked at the mother and son, and saw that the mother and son were looking very tired, talking quietly.

"What are you talking about?" he asked aloud.

Hearing this, mother and son paused, and looked over at the same time. The little guy pursed his lips and said nothing, but Jiang Tingxu's lips curled up:

"We were talking about the TV series just now. Your son is quite insightful."

The little man next to him straightened up immediately after listening to his mother's words.

Well, mom is praising herself!

Mo Boyuan was not very interested in the TV plot. He put down the tea cup and rubbed his brow:

"Uncle Mu, is there construction going on here soon?" he asked.

Mu Bo was not far away. After hearing this, he quickly responded:

"Yes, young master."

Mo Boyuan nodded:

"No one can live here for the time being. Uncle Mu, please take everyone back to the old house to stay for a while."

Mu Bo had been working in the old house for decades, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with going back there.

"Hey, okay, okay."

But a certain little person frowned when he heard that no one could live here anymore:

"Dad, why can't we live here anymore?" asked.

Mo Boyuan glanced at it and then said softly:

"Aren't you going to keep a shark at home?"

The little man suddenly realized:

"Yeah, then where should we live?"

"Ask your mother."

Anyway, Mo Boyuan himself has no opinion on where to live, it mainly depends on his wife.

Jiang Tingxu is not that troublesome:

"Yunyu Tixiang Bar, it's been cleaned over there and you can move in directly."

Moreover, it is close to commuting to and from get off work.

The little man suddenly thought of something and said:

"Dad, do Chi Xinxin's family also live there?"

"Yes, if you have time, you can go to their house to play. Of course, you can also invite them to our house."

"Oh, it would be great if Brother Shitou and the others lived there too!"

Knowing that his son misses those friends, Mo Boyuan, as a biological father, certainly knows that his son has not had many good friends to play with in recent years, and is still quite lonely. When he spoke again, his voice became much softer:

"If we have time, we can go find them."

"Dad, really?"

"certainly!"

The little man's face was full of joy, and he was very happy.

"Dad, when are we going to move to Yunyu Tixiang? Ningning wants to play with sister Xinxin!"

Looking at his son's sparkling eyes, Mo Boyuan looked at Jiang Tingxu:

"Wife, what do you think?" asked.

Jiang Tingxu coughed:

"Any time is fine. Otherwise, we can move there later."

We have to move anyway, whether we move early or late, it’s the same.

Naturally, the man had no objection. Later, when the family of three had lunch, they ate much faster than usual.

After eating, I went back to my room to pack my luggage.