CHAPTER 670: CHAPTER 672:

Mo Shu burst into laughter and pulled out his phone from the pocket of the maternity dress.

Yu Siqiao blocked with his hand, wary, "What are you trying to do?"

"Don’t move," Mo Shu swatted his hand away, gleefully saying, "I’m just taking a photo to keep as a memento."

Yu Siqiao frowned, "Does it look good?"

Mo Shu laughed even louder, "Doesn’t it look good, right, Uncle Tao?"

Uncle Tao, their gardener, couldn’t help but laugh as well, giving a big thumbs up, "Looks great!"

Unfortunately, even if Yu Siqiao was dressed as a woman, he didn’t quite pull it off.

Yu Siqiao’s aura was as if he had been raised in a chaotic scene since he was a child, cold and stern, looking a bit fierce.

Although, in front of their lady at home, he couldn’t look fierce at all.

Seeing Mo Shu laugh so happily, Yu Siqiao could only resign himself to being photographed.

Mo Shu snapped several pictures, then leaned in smiling, "Crouch down a bit."

Yu Siqiao was too tall, she couldn’t wrap her arms around his neck.

Yu Siqiao had no choice but to crouch down, and Mo Shu, wrapping her arms around his neck, snapped a few more photos and then happily bowed her head to play with her phone.

Yu Siqiao had never liked taking photos since he was young, always instinctively stiffening his face whenever being photographed.

Mo Shu noticed that Yu Siqiao’s expression was a bit unnatural, his eyes cold but also somewhat helpless.

Clearly forced, huh!

Yu Siqiao looked over and saw that she was posting on social media.

Mo Shu, fearing he would stop her, glanced at him warily.

Yu Siqiao put down the flower, saying, "Can you not post it?"

"No way!" Mo Shu declared confidently.

Yu Siqiao: "..."

Fine, fine, fine.

As long as you’re happy.

Mo Shu posted it, putting together a nine-grid photo collage, including their picture with Yu Mengmeng.

Mo Shu: ’Thanks to Yu Mengmeng’s little hairpin, perfect for daddy’s accessory, today featuring a sexy and charming daddy~’

Yu Siqiao watched as she typed out that line, his feelings somewhat complicated.

His image was crumbling at the speed of light.

Yet he couldn’t do anything about its originator.

But Yu Siqiao still consoled himself: It’s okay, perhaps no acquaintances will see it, not everyone has nothing better to do.

It turned out, indeed, that many people had nothing better to do.

Although Mo Shu didn’t have many friends on WeChat, likes started streaming in instantly.

Among all the likes, Yu Siqiao saw a familiar troll.

It was Qin Fusi.

[Qin Fusi]: LOL hahahahahaha sexy Brother Yu, charming daddy @Li Shaobai @Yi Luo @Su Yuan

[Su Yuan]: Hahahahahahahahaha

[Yi Lu]: Hahahahahaha

Yu Siqiao: ...

This group of people, huh, he remembered.

Mo Shu’s eyes were twinkling with laughter, and soon another familiar name popped up: Xiao Yuanzi.

Xiao Yuan wasn’t very close with Mo Shu, and everyone had their own lives; they hadn’t been in touch for a long time.

[Xiao Yuanzi]: Hahaha Young Master Yu really dotes on you, look at those innocent eyes, but what’s that thing in the middle? A unicorn? Or did you get a little horse and put a horn on its head?

Yu Siqiao glanced at it, realizing that this Xiao Yuanzi was quite the talker.

He wasn’t like that bastard Fei Helin; a wife was meant to be cherished!

Mo Shu replied: It’s a unicorn~

[Xiao Yuanzi]: Wow, isn’t that a mythical animal?? Can it fly?

[Mo Shu]: No, it’s just a horse with a horn

[Xiao Yuanzi]: It wasn’t a gift from Young Master Yu, was it?

Mo Shu: [sideways glance smile]

Xiao Yuan caught on immediately and replied with envy and jealousy: So lucky!