Little An'an looked at her mother apologetically and said, "I lost to that big bad guy in the martial arts competition, so I let him come to find you at home!"
As soon as Xiao Anan finished speaking, An Xiaoqi saw Mo Li appear outside the door of the operation room with a wicked smile on his face.
"Little rascal, I'm willing to admit defeat! If you're a man, go ahead and play! Let me and your mother have a chat alone," Mo Li said to little An'an
After getting along for a period of time, Xiao Anan decided that Mo Li was not scary, which was why he was willing to let him into the house.
Even so, his little manly sense of responsibility makes him worry about being too far away from his mother.
He was sitting near the stairs, listening to the goings-on in the operating room, ready to protect his mother at any time.
For the first time, Mo Li walked into An Xiaoqi’s old yogurt shop.
Looking at the simple tools and facilities, he couldn't help but admire her in his heart - this woman is really smart. No matter where she is, no matter how hard it is, she can still survive.
Mo Li approached An Xiaoqi and asked, "An Xiaoqi, do you plan to live in this operation room for the rest of your life?"
An Xiaoqi was bent over and kept busy with the work at hand, not looking at him or paying attention to him.
"Little An'an is so smart and studious, do you plan to let him accompany you to sell yogurt for the rest of his life?" Mo Li asked again.
An Xiaoqi still didn't speak
"Your father will be released from prison in less than six years. Do you also plan to bring him here to live?"
An Xiaoqi picked up a bucket of fresh milk and poured it into the container
"Are you going to stay silent like this forever and never speak to me?"
An Xiaoqi put down the bucket of fresh milk, picked up a very clean wooden stick and started stirring it
It was a wooden stick that Zhang Weimo helped her cut a few years ago. It was very rough at first, but after a long period of use, the handle of the wooden stick had been polished by An Xiaoqi's hands and became shiny. The price was,
An Xiaoqi's thin and beautiful hands have a layer of rough calluses
Mo Li walked up to her, grabbed the stick, threw it aside, and then held her hand domineeringly.
An Xiaoqi struggled hard
"Your precious son is listening to any movement here. I have made great progress in correcting his Taekwondo. If you want him to come in to help, I can call him for you," Mo Li said calmly.
These days, although Mo Li often accompanies Xiao An'an to "duel", Xiao An An's different moves that were taught by Zhang Wei Mo were all corrected by him in the confrontation.
However, what he said now was a threat
He knew that An Xiaoqi was most afraid of letting little An An see this scene.
Sure enough, when An Xiaoqi heard Mo Li say this, she didn't dare to struggle anymore.
An Xiaoqi looked at Mo Li's face and finally said: "You are still such a scoundrel."
"I'm only a rogue in front of you. In front of others, I'm only a robber," Murray said.
What's good about scoundrels is that they can only wait and follow shamelessly
The robber is still happy to grab it, put it on his shoulder, and do whatever he wants!
But she is An Xiaoqi!
Unless absolutely necessary, he would not implement his gangster mentality in front of An Xiaoqi
Mo Li stroked the calluses on An Xiaoqi's hands, his eyes became cold.
This stupid woman tortured herself into this state!
He could not forget that when she was a teenager, she was like an angel who could not eat fireworks from the world, proud, confident and spotless.