"Huh?" I poked my head out from behind my mother, glanced at the young master-like boy who was being held by a serious uncle who looked older, and freed up one hand to pull on my mother's clothes, "Mom
, who is he?"
A burst chestnut fell down and hit me on the head.
My mother glared at me and said in a reproachful tone: "What did you do just now?"
"It hurts!" I rubbed my head, looked at my mother with aggrievedness, and said sadly, "Go and see the scenery." I didn't do anything bad. At most, I was unhappy that this young man from old Shanghai disturbed my view of the scenery.
, I rubbed his face twice with my muddy hands. I didn’t fight with anyone. He was the one who disturbed me first. Ugh... Mom, it’s so unfair.
Two fingers twisted on my ears and pulled me forward. My mother first gave me a warning look, and then apologized to the very serious-looking 'old' uncle with a smile: "Director Lan, I'm really sorry.
I'm sorry, my little girl is ignorant and scared the young master."[
I am a poor child, I am a poor 'abused' child, ugh... Mom must have learned how to change her face, otherwise how could she change two expressions in one second.
"Ahem..." Director Lan made a fist with his right hand and put it to his mouth and coughed. He waved to his mother with a serious look on his face, "That's not why I came today."
Huh? If they didn't come here to ask questions, why did the father and son come to my house with dark faces? I secretly gave them a look, and they clearly looked like they were coming to ask questions, and they were still polite, huh, express.
Different inside.
After making a sound, my mother freed her hand to rub my head with a charming smile on her face, "Shasha, I'm sorry. Mom didn't mean it. Does it hurt?"
I really want to just faint him and forget about it. Is there such a thing as a mother? You only apologize after beating someone. I am miserable...