Sometimes, heredity is really mysterious.
When Heng'er was only three years old, he showed amazing talent.
At an age when other children cannot even hold a pen steadily, he can write neatly. Moreover, because his hands are too small, he can only hold a pen with five fingers. Even so, his handwriting is much better than that of some adults.
Moreover, he has been very calm since he was a child. If he falls, he will get up by himself, brush off the dust, and does not need anyone to coax him.
Of course, he is still a child, so he will naturally act like a spoiled child.
I don't know who he learned this from, but he shakes his clothes and puffs out his cheeks. Even if he gets into trouble, people can't bear to blame him.
Of course, he never takes the initiative to cause trouble. Sometimes, even when it is clearly not his fault, he will still feel aggrieved and say that it is all his fault that things turned out like this.
This caused everyone to feel sorry for him, very sorry for him.
Mo's mother once again became the object of everyone's envy, and the reason was simple: this child was so, so, so, so easy to worry about.
He looks like a jade boy and has inherited the good looks of his parents, with almond-shaped eyes, a small face, red lips and white teeth.
Sometimes when I look at it from a distance, I think it's a little girl.
Heng'er doesn't act like a child at all in the way he behaves and deals with people.
He remembers everyone's birthday and thoughtfully prepares gifts for them.
Moreover, I do everything by myself and never ask others to do it for me.
He rarely cries, except for the period when he was just born, when he would cry when he was hungry. The rest of the time, he is mostly smiling, and he is very pleasing to look at.
Sometimes when someone in the family makes a mistake, he will correct them in a baby voice. After correcting them, he will also apologize to them, saying that he is the younger generation and has offended the elders.
Mo's mother loves this little grandson very much.
Heng'er is naturally very attached to her.
For a time, Tang Wan felt a little jealous. After all, the child was her own, but he was not the closest to her. To some extent, she felt a little uncomfortable.
Heng'er seemed to see through her thoughts and explained to her: "Mother, Heng'er likes you the most, but Dad is always pestering you. Dad said that he wanted me to stay away from you so that I can have brothers and sisters. Heng'er wants brothers and sisters."
"Your father is talking nonsense. Don't listen to him. Even if you have brothers and sisters, you are still your favorite."
Tang Wan was a little angry. What nonsense was Mo Tingzhu saying to the child?
Heng'er nodded: "Heng'er knows, mother."
Suddenly, he kissed her soft cheek. After the kiss, he felt shy and ran away.
"This silly boy is just like his father."
"Wanwan, are you talking about me?"
Mo Tingzhu said softly, not knowing where it came from.
"You want to die? You walked without making any sound and scared me." Tang Wan slapped his handsome face and patted her chest with lingering fear.
Mo Tingzhu pouted: "I want a kiss." He is very thick-skinned now and has long forgotten what face is.
"Let's talk about it tonight. It's broad daylight, and you're not embarrassed."
"This is our home, what's there to be ashamed of?" Mo Tingzhu hugged her by the waist and kissed her lips. Tang Wan tilted her head, and the rest of the kiss fell on the side of her neck.
A muffled laugh sounded from above, and Tang Wan punched his chest: "Put me down quickly, if Mother sees this..."
"I saw it, and my mother is not unreasonable."
"How about I ask Mother to take Heng'er out for some fun? There are only the two of us in this huge palace."
"And the servants?"
"This can be ignored. After all, who would dare to do it without my order?" Mo Tingzhu raised his chin slightly, looking quite arrogant.
"That's settled. I'll go tell my mother tomorrow."
"Don't be so blunt in front of your mother. Be more tactful, be more tactful, okay?"
"I know, I know. Are you still worried about me?"
Mo Tingzhu carried the person back to the yard and turned to find Mo's mother.
"Mother, in a few days, please take Heng'er out to play. The longer the better. Um... you can go to grandpa's house."
He stroked his chin, thinking that this decision was absolutely perfect.
"Heng'er is at the age of starting to learn. Your grandfather's home is in a remote area and it's hard to find a good teacher." Mother Mo frowned, looking disapproving.
"Mother, do you still want grandchildren?"
Mo's mother was choked. After a long while, she nodded in a compromising manner.
But I still couldn't help asking, "Heng'er is already a gift from heaven, how can there be a second one?"
Mo Tingzhu certainly knew that this was unlikely, but if he could coax the person out first, everything would be easy to discuss.
"Mother, don't worry. If there's a first one, there will be a second and a third. By then, you'll have a bunch of little ones surrounding you. Just thinking about it will make you happy."
Mo Tingzhu continued to deceive.
Before Heng'er was two years old, he always slept with his mother, who didn't want him, saying that his beard pricked people and that he smelled bad.
Obviously not! Wanwan said that he bathed twice a day and already smelled very good.
It’s all this brat’s fault. He hardly slept with Wanwan in the past two years.
Every time, I have to wait until Heng'er falls asleep, and sometimes, Heng'er wakes up halfway through and whines for his mother.
Whoever gave birth to the child should love him/her, so Tang Wan naturally abandoned him.
Poor him, he can only do it manually like before marriage, which is really miserable.
Heng'er gradually became sensible after he turned two years old, but Tang Wan could not leave Heng'er and liked to hold Heng'er in her arms while sleeping.
Heng'er didn't dislike him, but with the child around, he couldn't do anything because he had to take care of the child.
The child is still young and may not understand, but when he grows up, how should he face it?
Therefore, Mo Tingzhu was in a state of seeing but not being able to eat every day.
Now that I have this opportunity, of course I have to try my best to trick people out.
Just thinking about that scene made Mo's mother feel sweet inside: "Well, Mo Tingzhu, you'd better do what you say, otherwise, watch out for your skin."
Mo Tingzhu nodded repeatedly, looking extremely honest: "Mother, don't worry."
No way!
One is enough for him, two or three? He doesn't want it.
Born to compete with me for favor.
If it's like Heng'er, it's fine if he grows up early, but what if he grows up late?
Wouldn't that be a loss for him?
Seeing his sincerity, Mo's mother finally decided to believe him once. Three days later, she took Heng'er and took a boat to her mother's home.
It just so happened that her parents hadn't seen their great-grandson yet, so she could show him off to those people.
Heng'er is exactly like his father when he was a child, even better than his father.
Perhaps, Heng'er could grow up according to his father's original trajectory, live a happy and peaceful life, make his own achievements, and become an extremely outstanding child.
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