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Mo Zihao pulled Hu Xiaoxia over. The distance between the two was only one centimeter. Hu Xiaoxia's ears and face were as red as apples. Mo Zihao looked at Hu Xiaoxia with firm eyes. He had never been so serious before, "Hu Xiaoxia, please remember that you don't have to grow up here. If I don't look for you, I will miss you silently in my heart. If I look for you, I can't hold it in and miss you."

"Baby, are you done with today's work?" Mo Zihao put his chin in his hands and looked at Hu Xiaoxia affectionately. "No, Mr. Mo, please wait." Hu Xiaoxia, who is an online dramatist, blew a kiss to Mo Zihao. Mo Zihao is definitely the warm-hearted man in the hearts of young girls. He only has Hu Xiaoxia in his eyes and heart. "My wife, if your husband doesn't pamper you, who will pamper you? Pampering you is something I must do in this life, and the arrangements are clear and proper." Mo Zihao walked into the room holding Hu Xiaoxia, who was wearing pajamas. See, it's obvious how much you love me. "Hmm, I put too much salt in the vegetables today." Hu Xiaoxia pointed to the plate of tomato scrambled eggs on the dining table. "And tomorrow, Madam will have braised pork. I told you about the mission!" Hu Xiaoxia looked arrogant. No matter what, Mo Zihao didn't dare to refute anything. He had to be pampered by such a petty wife, so what else could he do. Mo Zihao was so proud of the spring breeze that he picked up a beautiful wife when he returned.