บท 1841: In 1841’s long history

“Daddy Hug, Daddy Hug!”

On the top floor of Mo Qinglong’s villa, two little girls were running towards Wang Xian barefooted.

Yao Nu, who was following closely behind them, was holding onto the god-striking twigs in her hands!

“Alright, you’re done bathing, right? Go to your rooms and sleep. Call me if you need anything!”

Wang Xian looked at the two little ones who had just showered. He stroked their heads and said to them.

“No, Daddy Hug!”

“Daddi Hug!”

The two little ones stretched out their arms reluctantly and looked at him with their big watery eyes.

“Alright, Alright!”

Facing his two adorable daughters, Wang Xian’s heart was extremely tender. He held them in his arms with one hand and the other.

“Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?”

Wang Xian sat on the chair and placed them on his lap.

When he was done talking to Mo Qinglong, he had brought over quite a lot of food. Unfortunately, the two little fellows didn’t eat any of it!

“Eat, eat delicious food!”