Time flies, five years have passed in a blink of an eye.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Mo family, Gu Qingyao was basking in the sun while looking at the data report of the industry in hand.

In five years, she didn't leave any marks on her face, she was still so pretty and bright, almost no different from the Girls' Generation a few years ago.

A long, chubby, white and tender little steamed bun took his toy and ran towards Gu Qingyao with his short legs, "Mom...Mom..."

When I ran to Gu Qingyao, I sat on the blanket in front of her, and then nestled in Gu Qingyao's arms, and said coquettishly: "Mom, baby just stewed bird's nest for you. Mommy will definitely become more and more beautiful and younger after eating. , Oops, I'm exhausted baby, mom, please rub it for me."

Gu Qingyao smiled, holding the report in one hand, and squeezing his arms and legs with the other, the little guy squinted comfortably.

Mo Beihan has always spoiled Gu Qingyao. Xiao Baozi grew up in this environment, so he has always been Gu Qingyao's twenty-four filial piety son.

After inheriting Gu Qingyao's good cooking skills, she started cooking for her mother at a young age.

"Mom, is it okay to sleep with you tonight? Babe hasn't slept with mom for several days, Baba is really bad!"

Thinking of this father-son battle, Gu Qingyao laughed.

"Are you afraid that your father will throw you out again in the middle of the night?"

Little Bun curled his lips, "Mom, go to my room to sleep, I don't want to sleep in Baba's room!"

"Your room is too small. You said that Mom was too wronged to sleep in a small room like that."

The little bun frowned, "Then...I also want a big room. Make my room big and beautiful. Will my mother live with me?"

"It sounds good, do you have money to renovate? This is not your house. Where did you get the big room?"

The little guy was dreaming about a bright future, but was interrupted by Baba who came over with a black face.

Mo Beihan walked in stride, his face was still a bit dark, and he really had a headache for this little thing who snatched his wife from him all day.

He sat next to Gu Qingyao, put his wife in his arms, and pulled the little guy lying on Gu Qingyao's lap to one side.

"Go, go, go, how old is your mother still stuck? It's not plausible!"

Gu Qingyao rolled her eyes. In the past few years, she has heard too many words, and she is unable to complain!

The little guy was not reconciled, "You are older than me! Why can you stick to your mother?"

"This is my daughter-in-law, but not my mother. You have the ability to stick to your own daughter-in-law."

"How can I marry a wife when I am so young?"

"Then go and stick to your future daughter-in-law."

"Who is my future wife?"

"how could I know?"

The little bun was angry, "You are so old, why don't you even know this little thing?"

Mo Beihan: "..."

Gu Qingyao: "..."

Gu Qingyao actually wanted to laugh, but she tried to hold it back.

The little bun continued, "My mother is mine. You are robbing me of my mother all day, and you are not ashamed? Such a big person needs someone to accompany you to sleep. I'm not as good as a baby!"

Mo Beihan gritted his teeth, "Are you five years old, or a baby? It's right to sleep by yourself."

Little Bun was very wronged, "Compared to you, I am a little baby, little baby!"