"Auntie, good morning!" Mo Jie came out to use the bathroom and saw the nanny who was already busy in the kitchen. He immediately greeted her politely.
"Hey, young master, please wait a moment, breakfast will be ready soon!" The nanny smiled kindly and responded;
"Yeah!" Mo Jie responded, "It's okay, my parents haven't gotten up yet!"
At this time, in the master bedroom, Mo Huang and Rongrong were hugging each other. Both of them had not woken up yet. They were a little too tired from the activities last night. However, when the wake-up music in the bedroom sounded in the morning, Rongrong opened her eyes first. At this time, she had a happy and sweet smile on her face, looking at Mo Huang with a smile. He was still sleeping soundly, and it seemed that the soft wake-up music could not wake him up.
"Dear, get up and have breakfast!" Rongrong pulled open the curtains and called out;
"Hmm!" As the sunlight came in, Mo Huang opened his eyes instantly. Looking at Rongrong under the sunlight, suddenly an idea came to Mo Huang's mind. He pulled her down on the bed and moved his face closer.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Rongrong said in a soft voice, "It's so early in the morning, is it really okay?"
"What's wrong with that!" Mo Huang said with a smile: "This is our home!"
"Then it's up to you!" Rongrong was helpless, and then looked straight at Mo Huang, with an expression of letting it go.
However, at this moment, Mo Huang suddenly put his mouth close to Rongrong's ear and whispered softly, "Get me a strand of Xiaojie's hair later. I'll need it!"
The expression on Rongrong's face changed rapidly in an instant. She had never expected that this was what Mo Huang was going to talk about. She put her thoughts aside for the moment, sat up, looked at Mo Huang, and said curiously, "Do you really suspect that your son is not your biological son?"
"I've never done anything to offend you!"
At this moment, the expression on Rongrong's face suddenly became serious, and she promised Mo Huang solemnly;
Looking at Rongrong's serious expression, Mo Huang was speechless. He gently poked Rongrong's little head, trying to shake the batter in her brain to make it more even, and then said helplessly: "What are you thinking about!"
"That's not what I meant!" Mo Huang explained, "I was wondering if our son is a substitute sent by someone else, or is he a spy on us, or is he a child sent to us for some other purpose."
"Think about it, we've been together for ten years and haven't even seen him. Even if someone really sent a ten-year-old child to us, would we be able to tell the real thing from the fake?" Mo Huang said helplessly.
Rongrong understood immediately, and she instantly understood what Mo Huang meant by his instructions. She nodded, changed her clothes and went out.
However, because it was the first time to do this, Rongrong was still very nervous. But it was very simple to touch a strand of her son's hair. At the very least, it would always be no problem for his mother to comb his hair.
No one can tell!
Moreover, Rongrong also knew that the reason why Mo Huang arranged her to do this was to prevent Mo Jie from becoming suspicious. If this kind of thing happened to his own son, it would actually be very difficult for him to accept.
So, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, we can only do these things in secret.
Rongrong didn't care at all, because she had already sensed in her heart that Mo Jie in front of her was her son. Not only did she have this mysterious feeling, but more importantly, he and Rongrong Mohuang had the same genes and blood, and his level and authority were higher than hers. Therefore, in Rongrong's heart, she had already known that this child must be hers and Mo Huang's.
Because he is unique and basically impossible to replace. No one can give birth to such a child, except her and Mo Huang. Even Lu Lin's daughter Jingjing cannot have such a talent.
However, she would not stop this kind of thing. No matter what, every day she could waste Mo Huang's time was a day better. Otherwise, he would be one day closer to the truth.
So, in the morning, the family ate breakfast while thinking about their own things. Mo Huang and Rongrong pretended to be calm, as if nothing had happened. But after breakfast, Rongrong suddenly became enthusiastic towards her son. Not only did she pull him to sit on the sofa, she also hugged him affectionately, looking very affectionate.
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