Stuck With Hot Brothers
Chapters 90. I'm Kangen Moya

"Don't, son," Alessandro told the boy who was pulling sheet by sheet of tissue, to make it messy and everywhere.

But the handsome boy did not want to listen, he was even more engrossed and chuckled himself because of his actions.

Alessandro glanced at Boby, the man seemed to shrug his shoulders, having given up on persuading his friend's active son.

"Cio, we're going to eat a meal" Alessandro said, making the boy raise his head.

"But Cio wants to play, Daddy," he said, opening the bag and taking a picture book and pen.

"It's a normal game. Don't mess with Daddy's room, okay?"

Cio nodded obediently, then started drawing with origin, he also took out some markers from his bag to dye. However, there had not been 10 minutes, the handsome boy had already returned giggling.

"This is Moya, this is Gala, this is Mommy Yiyi," he muttered with a perfectly fluffy smile.

Making Alessandro suspicious, what his youngest son is doing.

"Al!" call Boby with bulging eyes, code, while Alessandro who does not understand why the friend like that, then raise his eyebrows. Like saying what's up?

Boby pointed at Cio using the tip of his chin, and right at that moment Alessandro immediately turned his eyes to the child. "Good dragon, Cio! Why are the walls scratched, son? Pinter's son, his beautiful Arabella, is a Korean artist!"

"I'm poking Moya's face, Daddy. I miss Moya," replied Cio lightly, even though today he had managed to give his father and brother a headache.

"Yes but not on the wall either, Cio. If it's like the book factory will cry you know," exclaimed Alessandro, looks once a frown on his face, because the child is constantly making trouble.

"But I miss Moya! Mau Moya," said Cio yelling, because it had been two days that the beautiful boy like a live Barbie could not work.

"You've bought something to eat, keep coming home." Alessandro got up from his seat of power to bring the child down, but Cio refused Alessandro's invitation by shaking the man's hand.

"No, I'm going home to Moya!"

Alessandro let out a long sigh, he should have a greater sense of patience, because otherwise he might have symptoms of a stroke.

"Amora was at her grandfather's house, Cio. Later in the afternoon just came home," said Alessandro, because he did not know if it turns out Lily was about to pick up her grandson.

"Just pick me up with a motel, Moya is sitting in the back."

"Can't do it, honey. Cio's motor is small."

"Yes Daddy already bought a rickshaw, bial load the cemua. Cio wants another bottle, get this too!" firmly the little man while folding both his hands in front of his chest.

"Don't bacott mulu, help cake!"

"Udah mending kasai tuh kak milk, cake from earlier he could not anteng because it runs out of nutrients, like you if not yet netee same Ara," Boby suggested as well as sneer.

"Asuu lu!" cetus Alessandro, but he plans to follow Boby's advice.

"But Cio mimi milk first well. Where was the bekel that Mommy gave, here let uncle Boby make it," persuaded Alessandro, while lifting the back bag of the child that only contains formula milk and also a set of stationery.

"Who am I, Al?" Boby seemed to be in disbelief, as Alessandro handed him a bottle of milk.

"What's important is that my son diem, besides your cake never had a child. The taker is double, it's a big bottle because of it," explained Alessandro, then damaged the top of Cio's head. "This brat just got us out, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy!" said Cio, then his gaze turned to Boby who was walking towards the dispenser. "Uncle, please janan who nash-nash ya."

"What are those things? No one feels pineapple" Boby said.

"The water is not hot, Uncle Boby! Not horrified?" alessandro replied with a wrench, as well as his sharpened eyes.

"Yeah, the same boy is equally good, both like badass!" boby grumbled, even though there was already a dose hint, but the man still made milk carelessly, which was important so and Cio wanted to drink it.

After waiting for a while, Cio's milk bottle was filled. "Please your highness," said Boby in a soft tone.

"Say what?" reply Cio while reaching for the milk bottle.

"Thank you." Boby smiled faintly, unaware that he had been framed by the toddler. Cio and Alessandro chuckled, then they got up from the sofa to get out. While Boby is only aware, there is something wrong between them.

"Lho, you know, why am I the one who thanks you?" boby murmured to himself while scratching his head which did not itch at all.

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Same with Cio's Balbie?

This is Cio🐰's Balbie

(Amoras)