Mo Bei looked down at the poor little man, still hesitating.
Although the side face is clear and juan, no emotion can be seen.
But reason is stopping her.
Once this kind of thing starts, it is really difficult to get round.
"Beibei, why are you so upset today? Take it with you and go to the table. I'll ask for a bowl of porridge for the child. He's growing up, so he can't be hungry." At this moment, Mother Mo came over and looked at the The little boy who hugged her daughter's leg felt like his heart was about to melt: "Who's child is so beautiful, come, go over there with auntie for something to eat."
Aunt
Little brother... no, little sister's mother
Xiaonai raised her head, and after confirming the situation with her round eyes, she nodded her head obediently: "Auntie, I like porridge."
The title "Auntie" already made Mo's mother want to bend down to pinch her still little face.
The assistant standing not far away has a lot of complaints in his heart, like to drink porridge? Young master, won't your conscience hurt when you say this? Who dislikes the tasteless porridge.
Mo Bei saw that the old and the young were about to get acquainted, and his voice was very weak: "It's hard to explain."
"What's difficult to explain?" Mother Mo tilted her head.
Mo Beijun's face was clear: "You look like a child trafficker now."
Mo's mother really said: "If you were your brother, I would beat you on the head."
Hearing this, Mo Bei's voice remained the same: "Besides, if you take him away like this, what if someone takes him away next time and he doesn't refuse?"
Mother Mo paused, and felt that what her daughter said made sense.
Seeing that her plan was about to fail, the little girl became anxious, sniffed, and said in a low voice: "I know that Miss Sister and Auntie are good people, so I want to follow you. People call me, I won't follow."
The assistant nodded frantically in the corner, indeed, it would be good if the young master didn't give them a supercilious look and let them stay cool.
But wait a minute, young master, are you pretending to cry now? ! Just to have someone take you away
Mo Bei could see that Nailin did it on purpose.
But Mo's mother didn't. The distressed old man squatted down and hugged the child: "It's really pitiful."
Mo Bei knew that her mother had died in battle.
At the same time, the line of defense in his heart was shaken by Xiao Nailin's dejected look.
"Follow." Mo Bei wanted to sigh.
Nailin turned her face sideways, and blinked her big eyes towards the assistant, meaning don't destroy it.
Assistant: ... It's a pity that you don't want to be a child star, young master, if there is something like White Lotus, you are absolutely suitable to play it!
"Then let's go over there, don't make Master Gu wait too long, you don't know how difficult it was for me to make an appointment for you." Mo's mother was also worried about her daughter who didn't like to talk: "You talk to people more Let’s talk, they’re about the same age.”
Mo Bei's black hair fell, and he said casually, "Yes."
The perfunctory is also obvious.
The three returned to their seats.
He also apologized to the master.
The master smiled, said it was okay, and continued to chat about cuisines.
Sitting there, Xiao Nai couldn't understand what the master opposite was saying. After the young lady pushed the bowl to him, he obediently drank the porridge with a small spoon.
The porridge in their hotel is really tasteless.
It's so hard to drink, but what to do.
If you say it yourself, it will come back.
Alas, acting is really tiring. .
He had to find a way to get a cell phone from the assistant.
In this way, he can take a photo of this beautiful young lady who looks exactly like his little brother, and send it to his brother...
The school grass doesn't need a monthly pass, order a wave of demons, and send the demons to the list
There are prize reminders, northern snacks, I have prepared a lot of book coins, but I didn’t get any of them right, alas, I am sighing in my heart... Are all the girlfriends cute and cute? Keep it at home, fatten it up and sell it...
(end of this chapter)