"That, that, they all thought I was the child star who has become famous all over the Internet recently. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I came up with this method."
"Are you really not Mo Zili?" Mo Xiaodie asked suspiciously.
"Of course not. Auntie, who is Mo Zili? He is from the Murong family, how could he come to Yucheng alone!" He lied pretending to be calm.
Then, the dissatisfied "gurgling" in my little belly protested.
At noon, after receiving Qu Lingqiang's call, he had been a little agitated and excited, so he didn't eat a good lunch.
It was already close to seven o'clock in the evening, and he was really hungry.
Mo Zili's little face turned red with embarrassment: "Auntie, I just went to primary school a few days ago, and I am also in class one and three. I am a classmate with your children."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and promised: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone what happened today. Just let me go!"
Seeing that he didn't seem as scared as before.
Mo Xiaodie held his little hand: "Let's go, Auntie will treat you to dinner."
Mo Zili: "?"
Lu Zizhong's mother just let him go and invited him to dinner. What's going on?
However, at this time, he did not dare to ask any more questions and could only let Mo Xiaodie hold his hand and walk out of the construction site.
"What do you like to eat?" Mo Xiaodie asked after the two got in the car.
"You really want to treat me to a meal without killing me to silence me?" Mo Zili was still frightened and couldn't believe it.
Mo Xiaodie was amused by his little expression: "Didn't you just say that? You didn't see or hear anything. Why should I kill you to silence you?"
Seeing that the car had entered the busiest street in Yucheng, Mo Zili finally believed what Mo Xiaodie said.
"Auntie, don't worry, I really didn't see anything just now." He raised his hand again to assure himself.
"Shall we go to a food stall?"
It is said that the food stall that Liu Zixia's father took over has opened, but the couple have not gone to support it yet!
"Do you have barbecue at the food stall?" Mo Zili, who had looked worried and frightened just now, now had a gleam in his peach blossom eyes that only a foodie would have when hearing about delicious food.
"Of course there is. How can there be no barbecue in the food stalls?"
Seeing Mo Zili's cute expression, Mo Xiaodie couldn't help but laugh. This kid is just like Ranran and Liubao, a snack.
However, thinking of meeting Zhao Fen and his wife, as well as Liu Zixia's parents, Mo Xiaodie took out makeup remover and wet wipes and removed the old age makeup from her face in the car.
Mo Zili looked at her after taking off her makeup and couldn't help but asked curiously: "Auntie, do Lu Zizhong and others know your identity as the black boss?"
Black boss? Mo Xiaodie paused while holding the tissue.
This guy thinks she is the boss?
"You--you think I'm the gangster?" After a long while, Mo Xiaodie threw the tissue into the trash can in the car and asked him.
Mo Zili nodded.
"What did your skills and actions just now mean to you if you're not a black boss?"
But after finishing speaking, the child Mo Zili realized that he had said the wrong thing again.
He seemed to have just raised his hand and swore that he didn't see anything!
So, he immediately covered his mouth nervously, shook his head, and said in a low voice: "Auntie, I'm talking nonsense, I'm talking nonsense, I really didn't see anything."