Xie Zhiwu stared at the three words that kept flashing on the phone screen, and he started to mutter. Coincidentally, she was so embarrassed on her side that he called telepathically. Could it be that he has clairvoyance
Liangchen glanced at the phone squintingly, teasing her with a weird noise, "Take it, take it, take it, I don't know how long I have been waiting."
"Take a rest, stand at attention, and turn back!"
Xie Zhiwu took off the phone and stared at her son with dissatisfaction and alertness. He was suffering from internal injuries. While yelling that his mother was an unscrupulous tigress, he stomped with her small fist and ran out.
As soon as the answer button was pressed, Mo Jingyao's voice was heard impatiently.
"The beauty is sick?!"
Xie Zhiwu was momentarily dumb. She simply forgot that she hadn't told him about it. Or in other words, in her heart, she never felt that this matter was to be notified to him.
"Yeah." She leaned back on the bed, holding the spoon in her hand and drew the nearest bowl of American Ginseng Stewed Chicken Soup, suddenly felt that she had no appetite at all.
After returning home for so many days, even though Brigitte Lin has ignored her, the things that should be made up have not fallen.
No matter where the trumpet speaker goes, Liangchen likes to follow his own model to turn everything around him into a kind of download address that he can adapt to. Xie Zhiwu used to go to the kitchen. He naturally supervised him. Now the cook has become a servant of the Xie family. He still doesn't know how many times he has to go to his grandmother to talk about it every day.
She put down the spoon and pushed the plate aside, "It's okay, kid, it's unavoidable to get sick. I've had injections and taken medicine, and I feel better after this."
Mo Jingyao on the other end heard these words, and there was no sound for a while. Xie Zhiwu held the phone and waited for a while, feeling that he didn't have the idea to speak again, and was about to hang up. Mo Jingyao again seemed to be sensitive, and asked her in a low voice, "Thank you aunt she... scolded you." ?"
Xie Zhiwu was taken aback, thinking that this was probably Mo Jingshun’s masterpiece again, and she was fortunate. Fortunately, they were talking on the phone instead of face-to-face, otherwise she would be scolded by her mother when she was so old. She would have no place in front of him. My mother, you know, the temper is just like that, a little thing can jump to three feet high, thunder and rain are her characteristics, I've long been used to it. Are you okay? If it's okay, I'll just It’s hung up, and it’s been cold after a long time for lunch."
"I..." Mo Jingyao thought for a while, and said, "Next time thank you, Auntie will scold you again, don't talk back, she just feels sorry for you. I will personally apologize to her when I find a chance, she suffocated her stomach. I am embarrassed to look for me, so I always pick you up and scold you. You can bear it again. I will just..."
Xie Zhiwu was impatient when she heard, "Do you think my mother is like someone who is embarrassed to scold you? I advise you not to be boring. She just looks at Ella's face and gives you a little face, saying in her heart Day and night, I want to seize the opportunity to fix you. You go to her right now, don’t you rush to scold you?!"
"That's better than letting her scold you."
Mo Jingyao's natural tone made Xie Zhiwu stunned, "Are you sick? My mother scolded me to do your wool business?!" After she finished, she added, "Furthermore," Do I need you to apologize for what I did wrong? Are you a police officer in the Pacific? Take care of yourself if you can!"
Mo Jingyao was a little helpless, "A Wu, can you talk to me calmly?"
"No!" As soon as Xie Zhiwu heard these words, he was even more angry, and he wanted to hang up the phone.
Mo Jingyao also knew that her patience had reached her limit, and said anxiously, "Next time you have something to do, call me. Anytime, my phone is on 24 hours a day. Don’t bother Yu Qi and Yu Qi. Ying Yang them."
"Trouble?" Xie Zhiwu sneered. "One of them is my sister, and the other is my sister's man and my buddy. May I ask, who are you?"
Mo Jingyao was speechless for a while, and before he could speak, Xie Zhiwu hung up the phone angrily.
"What? Lost your temper?"
Seeing Mo Jingyao staring at the phone silently, Mo Yu frowned and asked.
Mo Jingyao put the phone back in his pocket, without nodding or shaking his head, "She hasn't changed for so many years. I used to think she was only naughty occasionally, but in fact, a good-tempered person is pretty good. That’s not the case."
Mo Yu smiled coldly, "Naturally, she loved you like a fool at that time. Now she looks at you and thinks you are like a fool."
"Two people, there must be a fool. She is not stupid, then change me." Mo Jingyao drank the wine glass in front of him, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mo Yu, "Second Uncle, don't you think you still owe me one." Explain?"
"Xiaoqing won't lie to me."
"In medical terms, you know the unhealthy chances of children born to the same father and sister, don't you know better than me?" Mo Jingyao sighed, "Aunt Xie didn't lie to you, that's because she lied to you. There is always someone who lied to you. It’s yours. A Wu and I must have a completely unrelated relationship with you."
Mo Yu's eyes blushed unwillingly, "Children born to the same father and sister are usually two extremes, and they may be geniuses."
Mo Jingyao thinks about the appearance of a young and old man in the good time, and then thinks about the beautiful and cute smile, his expression softened involuntarily, "Genius?"
"They are very smart. But you must know how likely this situation is. And..." He looked at Mo Yu's expression, "Aunt Xie has never opposed me and her."
"Anyway, Xiaoqing won't lie to me!"
Mo Yu angrily flicked off the cup beside him and lifted his foot away. Mo Jingyao sat on the spot and watched his disappearing figure, and said a few words silently in his heart.
Minimal.
After eating the already chilled lunch, Xie Zhiwu received the call again. The person who called this time was Yan Hui.
Yan Hui opened his mouth and talked about a location, and hung up the phone without waiting for her to ask. Xie Zhiwu thought he needed help in some accident, so he put on a dress and hurried away. Who knew that when he arrived, he saw Yan Hui sitting leisurely by the river and drinking afternoon tea.
"You are looking for death!" She sat down on the grass, panting.
Yan Hui poured her a cup of tea with a grudge on his face, "I think you are going to die."
"Stop it." Xie Zhiwu touched the goose bumps on his arm with an unbearable look. "You can die without pretending to be sad for a day."
"You can die without seeing you in a day."
"You haven't seen me for many days. You can go to die."
"Really cruel." Yan Hui sighed. "Tell me to throw me down, and I don't care about other people's feelings at all. I am still loyal and enthusiastic to send you news."
"News, what news?" Xie Zhiwu blinked and swallowed a piece of cake.
Yan Hui blinked and laughed mysteriously, "Valuable news, the best news, when you hear the news that absolutely jumps your feet-your baby's dad's lace news, how about? Is it enough to watch?!" (unfinished) To be continued) (End of this chapter)