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The little boy blinked his bright eyes and looked at Long Qian with excitement and a smile.

Long Qian Qian looked around to make sure there were no other adults around her, before pointing at herself: "Are you calling me?"

The little boy nodded, "Yes, Mama!"

Long Qian only felt his heart stop. However, she still squatted down and caressed the boy's hair. She said with a smile, "Little friend, you got the wrong person, I'm not your Mama."

The boy frowned and said seriously, "No, you're my Mama. I won't admit it wrong."

Long Qian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She really wanted to have a son, but … She couldn't do anything to take him away. One had to know that once his family found out about his loss, they wouldn't know how anxious they would be.

Long Qian asked gently: "Little friend, what's your name? Why are you alone, where's your family? "

The little boy looked behind him and pointed to a small shop that was selling goods not far away. "They're over there."

Long Qian raised her eyebrows and looked in that direction.

It was as if the adults who were shopping over there had discovered the loss of the children and were looking for them. When he saw their figures, he immediately rushed over.

It was a woman in her forties. She smiled faintly at Long Hao Chen.

"Are you the child's mother?" Long Qian asked.

"I …"

"No, you're my mother!" The little boy corrected loudly.

Long Qian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She stood up and patted his head again. "Little friend, stop messing around. Otherwise, your Mama really will hurt."

The man reached out to support the boy's hand, "Young master, we should go home. If we're late, we'll be discovered."

So it was a little kid who sneaked out while carrying his family. He really was a mischievous person. This lady even called him 'Young Master'? Judging from his temperament, he was different from an ordinary child. It was likely that he was the son of a rich family.

At this time, Gu Qingcheng had already bought two drinks.

"Shallow." He handed one of the strawberry-flavored drinks to her, and when he saw the little guy, he asked, "Hey, who is this little brat?"

Long Qian shook his head. "I don't know him either. I just ran into him a moment ago."

"Let's go." Gu Qingcheng smiled at the little friend and spoke to Long Qian.

"Yes." Long Qian nodded and was about to say goodbye to the little boy, but the little boy held her hand tightly and said loudly, "You're my Mama. You can't leave me. I want to take you home!"

For some reason, it wasn't as if Long Qian had never come into contact with other children, but she had never felt this way before. The little boy's small hands were warm and warm. In an instant, she had the thought of not letting go.

"Little friend, stop messing around. I really am not your Mama. " Long Qian Qian helplessly coaxed.

The little boy raised his head and looked at Gu Qingcheng warily. Although the pronunciation was very standard, it was still unclear even if there were some words.

"Who are you, Uncle?" Please leave my Mama, I don't like you! "

Gu Qingcheng's brows twitched! Yo, this brat, what arrogance he has. His interest was piqued as he squatted down, trying his best to keep his line of sight with the little boy. Even so, Gu Qingcheng was still much bigger than him.

"Brat, how do you know she doesn't like me?"

"Because you're not good-looking!"

"Puchi." Long Qian, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but laugh.

Gu Qingcheng also laughed. He stretched out his hand and ruffled his hair, saying: "Then tell me, who's prettier than me?"

"My dung is much better than yours!" The little boy spoke with incomparable pride. He then said in a serious tone, "Also, I have a name. You are very rude, so just call me Little Devil."

"Hur hur, then what is your name?"

"My name is Mo …"

Just as the boy was about to say his name, a servant rushed forward and pulled him away. He said apologetically: "I'm sorry to bother you, but we have to go back now."

"Aunt Fu, stop messing around, I'm Mama …" "It really is Mama. I know him …"

The little guy was still yelling along the way.

But Aunt Fu didn't dare to delay any longer. The young master clamored for the osmanthus pastries here, so she could only sneak out to buy one. But who knew, the young master knew that she was going to sneak out, so he followed her all the way out.

This frightened Aunt Fu. Once the young master and the old man found out about this, they wouldn't be able to handle it. She had to make an agreement with the young master not to go far, not to get close to strangers, not to tell them her name.

Gu Qingcheng chuckled as he watched the boy's back. He then turned his head to look at Long Qian and said, "This little guy is quite interesting."

Long Qian felt the same way. Moreover, this little boy's first impression of her was really too great. She was really envious of her parents for possessing such a cute little angel.

After the little boy got in the car, Aunt Fu said, "Young Master, didn't we already talk about this when we got out? How could you go back on your word?"

The little boy looked sad. "I didn't go back on my word."

"Did you say no? You almost revealed your name, if only … What do we do if we meet bad people!? "

The little boy sighed softly, "She is my Mama, I will not make a mistake. Inside my room, there is a picture of Mama. She looks exactly like the Mama in my picture. "Her voice is so nice to hear, she is my Mama, I can't be wrong."

Oh my god! Did the young master think that Mama was depressed? No way, no way. I have to go back and carefully observe this matter.

Mo family residence.

Under the lead of Aunt Fu, Young Master Lei returned to the Waterfir Courtyard.

After eating the osmanthus cake, the little guy began to wash up. At half past eight, Mo Ye Han came back.

"Have you learned the lesson teacher arranged today?" Mo Eversnow asked.

"Yes."

"Let me take a look."

"Oh."

Mo Eversnow looked at his son's schedule. To be honest, even now he still couldn't believe that his son was just a little over three years old.

His son's IQ had already surpassed the level of a child of the same age, and it was even higher than that.

Even the assistant director's teacher had been muttering to him about what he had fed his son every day. How could he be so smart? He was simply a child prodigy!