After receiving the signal, Huo Xiaofu immediately raised his head, his face immediately lost the expression of interest just now, and replaced it with a sad and pleasant expression, his delicate and tender little face.
With just a slight wrinkle, the little hearts of the maids on the scene were immediately broken into pieces, and they wanted to immediately rub the person into their arms and keep her alive!
"My mother is not a woman!"
Pfft... When Huo Aorou, who was crying happily, heard her son's opening remarks, she suddenly felt lightning and thunder in front of her, as well as the torrential rain! It hit her so hard that she could only feel the stars in front of her eyes! She couldn't catch her breath, and the coughing was even worse.
It’s so soul-breaking!!!
Directly ignoring his mother's reaction, Huo Xiaofu continued to expound sadly and affectionately on his own story of Xiaofu's bitter growth!
"My mother was abandoned by my heartless father from the very beginning. She was so young that she couldn't tell who was good and who was bad. She couldn't tell who was good and who was bad. Later she found out that she was pregnant with me. She never left home.
This little girl is so old, but she still has to work so hard to carry me, and I can’t go anywhere.
Before I met the beauty shopkeeper, my mother was really suffering. There was often nothing to eat at home. She finally got half a bun, but she left all of it to me. My mother was not in good health either.
My back always hurts badly when it rains. The beauty shopkeeper said that no one took good care of her after giving birth to me.
Although my mother is often a little confused, she is also very beautiful. The beauty shopkeeper said that apart from her cooking skills, my mother is good at cooking, so many young men want to marry my mother.
I was the one who dragged my mother down when she came home, otherwise she wouldn’t be so tired!"
Huo Aorou, who was originally in the mood to watch a good show, was instantly killed by her beloved son. She had always known that Huo Xiaofu was precocious, but for a five-year-old child to say such words, it was also like this.
Sorrowful thoughts rushed over my face, and my heart couldn't help but throbbing.
The hand that was holding the handkerchief tightly grabbed his son with a loud bang, and slapped the boy's little head.
"You are a little bastard. You know what is a burden and what is not a burden. Did your beauty shopkeeper teach you that? Huh?"
She, Huo Aorou, is not a sensationalist to begin with. She is so gentle and affectionate that she cannot compete with her at all. Yes, she is very good at acting and making others cry, but this is not the same as wanting to cry.