Chapter 772 Rare Tenderness

The father and son ignored each other for a while. The little guy hummed and climbed onto the bed, lying on the pillow with his back to his father.

Mo Boyuan quickly cleared away the dishes on the table without blinking an eye, and took the last pot out of the room to the kitchen.

But when it was time to start washing the dishes, Mo Boyuan stood in front of the sink, his brows almost knitted together.

The tap water was flowing, and soon the pot would be full.

Turn off the faucet and turn around:

"How do I wash it?"

The two cameramen who were following the filming were suddenly asked, and they were stunned. When they came to their senses, one of them responded:

"Brother Mo, you took a little too much water, and you need to take out all the dishes and chopsticks in the pot first."

Following what the cameraman said, Mo Boyuan first took out all the dishes and chopsticks from the pot, and then poured out half the pot of water:

"Is it okay now?"

The cameraman nodded repeatedly:

"That's it. Pour one pump of the dish soap over there into the pot. Don't pump too much." He continued to guide.

One pump?

So, are you sure it's enough?

"Ahem, Brother Mo, one pump is enough, any more will make your hands slippery."

Forehead?

Mo Boyuan thought for a moment that when he was washing the dishes at Yunyu Tixiang last time, at least half of a bottle of dish soap was poured into it.

No wonder, they all fell down.

Just tell me why I can't hold it firmly, as if I have long legs.

However, it was impossible for Mo Boyuan to talk about such an embarrassing thing casually. There was a slight discomfort on his face, but he followed the cameraman's instructions and took a pump in the palm of his hand.

Someone guided me, so I didn’t drop the bowl this time, but it wasn’t as easy as I imagined.

It took nearly half an hour to clean several bowls and plates before finally finishing them.

There was even a layer of sweat on the vest.

Mo Boyuan returned to the room, and as soon as he stepped through the door, he saw that the little man on the bed was already asleep with his legs in the air, snoring loudly.

His steps automatically became much lighter, and he walked to the bed and sat down.

There was no movement, just looking straight at the sleeping little man. After a while, the man laughed and reached out to gently scratch the little man's face.

It is not easy for a sleeping child to wake up, but his hand held Mo Boyuan's fingers, and his short legs rested on Mo Boyuan's thigh.

Mo Boyuan was stunned by the little man's unconscious movements, but he still didn't move.

Probably worried about waking up the child.

hehe.

chuckled.

Suddenly, I felt like time was passing so fast. It was so small when I was born that I didn’t even dare to hold it.

But now, in the blink of an eye, the child is almost four years old, and it will not be long before he will go to elementary school.

This little brat always makes people feel very uncomfortable every minute.

But after falling asleep, he behaved very well.

After watching for an unknown amount of time, Mo Boyuan stood up, prepared a basin of water and brought it in. Without waking the child, he carefully stripped off the child's clothes, and then wiped the child's body with a warm towel.

The camera in the house recorded everything.

Even the directors on the other side of the camera couldn't help but feel soft when they saw this scene.

I was still worried about those scenes where the father and son were missing each other, but now, I'm not worried anymore.

With this lens, you don’t have to worry about anything.

"Later, this section must be done well!"

"Yes, director."

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and it is almost twelve o'clock. At this time, most people have already gone to bed.