Chapter 470: Brother or Younger Brother?

At this time, Yuanyuan was also looking at the child in front of him, but he did not reach out to take the toy.

He didn't want anything now, just his mother.

Seeing that Yuanyuan ignored him, Mo Ye stood there quietly, holding the glider and looking left and right, as if he was looking for a button or something, wanting to know how to play this toy.

But he studied it for a long time and couldn't understand it.

At this time, a small hand reached out and took the thing in his hand. Yuanyuan found a small pull rope at the tail of the glider. He pulled the small rope and then let go of the glider in his hand.

Finally, the glider flew up, flew two or three meters in the air, then slowly descended and finally landed at the door of the room.

Mo Ye was very happy, as if he had a treasure. He quickly ran to the door, picked up the glider, and then held it in his arms, and then walked to Yuanyuan, looking at this little boy who was about the same age as him.

At this time, Yuanyuan finally stopped crying, but still didn't want to talk. Just sat there blankly.

But even so, Li Qin was very happy. As long as the child didn't cry, she wouldn't worry. This child, a temper tantrum is only a matter of a few hours. Once the child gets used to it, it will be fine.

She walked to Mo Ye, patted the child's face, and smiled: "Ye Ye..." Li Qin pointed at Yuan Yuan, "This is Yuan Yuan."

"Yuan Yuan..." Mo Ye raised his little head, looked at his grandmother, and then looked at the little boy in front of him.

Li Qin nodded, "Yes, this is Yuan Yuan, the younger brother. You will be the older brother in the future, and you have to take care of your younger brother, understand?" Li Qin said very seriously.

Now it seems that with Ye Ye here, Yuan Yuan has a companion, and may not cry so much.

Mo Ye nodded as if he understood.

The little boy was very happy because a little friend came and they could play together.

He turned his head and looked at Yuan Yuan again, smiled at him, then stretched out his little hand and pulled Yuan Yuan's sleeve, wanting him to come down and play with him.

Yuan Yuan pouted and said he would never get off the stool.

After a while, a tall figure appeared at the door, and the shadow was very long.

Mo Ye turned his head and looked at the man at the door, then whispered "Dad"

But he didn't run over to let his father hold him, because he knew that his father wouldn't hold him, and he hadn't held him for a long time. Only two aunts at home would hold him, and no one else would.

He didn't cry now, because if he cried, his grandmother would scold him, and his aunts would ignore him.

Mo Yixuan pursed his thin lips, his eyes were fixed on his son. Seeing that his son didn't cry, his hanging heart was relieved a little. He walked over, squatted down his tall body, and then stretched out a hand to gently stroke his son's red face.

Yuanyuan turned his face away in disdain, didn't speak, and didn't want to pay attention to the uncle in front of him.

Mo Yixuan's heart was choked, and he felt a breath blocking his chest, making him a little breathless.

But he smiled and looked at his child. His and Yanyan's child was also very much like his own child.

"Yuanyuan..." Mo Yixuan called the child's nickname, and then took the bowl of millet porridge specially cooked for the child from the nanny.

"How is he?" Mo Yixuan asked the nanny Wang Juan beside him.