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Chapter 51: Chapter 51: He Doesn’t Want to Hold Me, He Wants to Hold My Mommy More

Chapter 51 -51: He Doesn’t Want to Hold Me, He Wants to Hold My Mommy More

Xiaomo heard his mom ask and, worried that she would get concerned, continued to straighten his little body. “Anyway, I don’t feel anything.”

While he said this, one of his hands was wrecking the black shirt on Fu Chengzhou’s body, almost beyond recognition.

The stubborn, tough-guy expression, which was a mix of pride and pain, had the audience both crying and laughing.

“Who would have thought my Brother Xiaomo was so concerned about face.”

“Brother Xiaomo says, ‘I’m not in pain,’ but my heart is already crying.”

“Okay.” The doctor had finished dressing Little Mobao’s wound and stood up. “Remember not to get it wet for the next few days. Rest well, there’s no major problem.”

“But I still have to record the show!” the little guy said.

“That’s not a big problem.” the doctor added. “Anyway, you’re a child, your daddy can carry you more.”

Carry more by daddy?

The little guy looked extremely uncomfortable. “He doesn’t want to hold me, he wants to hold my mommy more.”

“Cough, cough…” Xingwan, who was drinking water nearby, choked a bit. The people in the live broadcast and the program crew at home all looked towards her.

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“Xiaomo!” she gritted her teeth slightly. “Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Eh…” Xiaomo made a noise. “Don’t you want him to hold you? You’re husband and wife, after all.”

“…”

This kid! Why was he always opposing her!?

After the doctor left, the program’s shooting continued. They wouldn’t cancel the rest of the recording just because Little Mobao was slightly injured.

Soon it was evening, around eight or so. Fu Chengzhou placed the little guy on the sofa. He must have had important matters to deal with, so he went to the large floor-to-ceiling window in the house to make a call.

Meanwhile, Xingwan went upstairs. She rearranged their bed. At least it wasn’t all in colors that women liked anymore. She had added some masculine colors.

For example, the pillows. She had changed them to grey.

Only then did the bed look like something a married couple would sleep in.

Furthermore, later, Chengzhou would definitely sleep on this bed too. Thinking about it, Xingwan’s cheeks began to heat up.

Don’t think too much, don’t think too much…

Just be like a normal couple…

But she was still damn nervous.

Xingwan had completely forgotten that she should have secretly figured out what her husband Chengzhou’s name was first.

Going downstairs, Xingwan felt somewhat hungry. She glanced at the tall figure of the man still in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the phone handling business. Then she looked over at Little Mobao sitting on the sofa.

And when Little Mobao caught his mom’s eye, he covered his stomach with both hands. He was hungry…

Xingwan: “…”

“My boy.” She leaned closer. “What do you want to eat?”

She, as his mother, might as well go all out. No way she was going to let her son go hungry.

Little Mobao looked at her with a somewhat indescribable look and pointed at Chengzhou standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. “Mommy, I have a very sincere suggestion. Maybe you could check with your husband.”

For something like this, mommy wasn’t reliable; the man was somewhat more reliable.

“Pff! Hilarious!”

The audience in the live broadcast, seeing Little Mobao’s expression, laughed uncontrollably.

“Little Mobao knows his mommy best, seeing right through everything with one look.”

“Think about it, Xingwan probably can’t cook anything good! I mean, she even managed to chop fruit like that. Let’s not even talk about cooking!”