An Xiaoyu was curled up on the sofa, playing with something and not talking, just playing with his head alone.
"Little fish?" Mo Xue said as she poured milk into the cup and walked towards the sofa with the cup in hand.
With a 'clang...', the cup in Moxue's hand slipped, and the milk spilled on the ground, onto the flowers, and continued to flow along the floor.
The glass was also broken all over the floor.
Mo Xue's expression was stiff: "Xiao, Xiaoyu, what are you doing?"
Her voice couldn't help but tremble, and her eyes trembled as she looked at An Xiaoyu. She saw the little figure curled up on the sofa, holding a small fruit knife in her hand, and carefully slashed on her arm one by one.
...The blood slowly flowed out,
An Xiaoyu slowly raised his head and looked at Mo Xue with his cute eyes: "Auntie... I feel so much pain..." As he said that, he poked his arm again with the knife in his hand.
"Xiaoyu, what are you doing! What are you doing!" Mo Xue rushed over, trying to push An Xiaoyu down on the sofa...
"Aunt Moxue, don't touch me, or I'll cut you here." An Xiaoyu pointed at her neck threateningly.
Mo Xue froze in front of the sofa and looked at An Xiaoyu in disbelief: "Xiaoyu, do you know what you are doing? Why do you want to hurt yourself like this?"
An Xiaoyu smiled: "Aunt Moxue, this wasn't my own scratch, it was you who did it... It's you who is hurting me. Dad will be here soon. I want to tell Dad, you scratched with a knife
I……"
"Xiaoyu, you..." Mo Xue seemed to already know something and looked at An Xiaoyu meaningfully. Such a scene is what people are most worried about, but it happened after all.
"I want to avenge my mother, Aunt Moxue. You are a bad woman. I know it was you who killed my mother. They deliberately lied to me and said that my mother accidentally fell from upstairs. I know it must have been you who killed me.
You killed my mother, huh, you killed my mother in order to get my father. I will never forgive you!" An Xiaoyu shouted loudly.
Mo Xue didn't say anything, and sure enough... just as she guessed, things eventually developed for the worst, but she didn't expect that this little girl was much smarter than she thought.
"Okay, Xiaoyu, give me the knife and I'll give you the medicine." Mo Xue said coldly, with a bit of pain in her eyes. After all, this was a child of several years old. She also had too much helplessness.
"Don't try to lie to me again. Let me tell you, I will never let you be with my father. Our happy family was destroyed by you, so you are a bad woman! When I grow up, I will definitely
Avenge my mother, I will kill you." An Xiaoyu said sharply.
Mo Xue just looked at An Xiaoyu calmly: "Kill me?"
"Yes, I want to avenge my mother. Even if my father is really with you one day, I will make sure you never have peace!" The little girl roared loudly, tears flowing out.
Moxue looked at her tears and then at her wounds.
An Xiaoyu took the knife and poked himself again, not afraid of the pain at all.
How could this not hurt? Moxue felt pain just looking at it. How could a child endure it? Haha...could this be determination for revenge?
If it was An Xiaoyu's determination, she had already seen deeply how much this child hated her. In fact, she could understand it, but it was difficult to accept it. She felt more helpless and helpless.
"You are a bad woman, a bad woman... My father will be here soon, and I will let him beat you first!" An Xiaoyu said fiercely, with fierceness in his eyes.
Mo Xue smiled: "Ha..."
"Why are you laughing?"
Mo Xue calmly sat down on the sofa nearby. She held her chin with one hand and rubbed her temples with her fingers: "Xiaoyu, you are hurting yourself now because you just want to frame me and make your father and I
Break up, isn’t it?”
"Humph..." She pouted and glanced to the side, her eyes filled with anger and hatred.
Mo Xue was as indifferent as ever: "If your father and I are together in the future..."
"There will be no future! I will destroy you, destroy you! When I grow up, I will also avenge my mother." An Xiaoyu immediately interjected.
She took a deep breath and said, "Give me the knife."
"don't want."
"Oh, Xiaoyu, if you didn't give me the knife, how could you frame me for it? I was the one who hurt you?" Mo Xue asked with a smile. She was plain and scary, as if she had already made up her mind.
'Pah...' An Xiaoyu threw the knife in his hand to the ground: "I can throw it out, it will do the same. It doesn't have to be in your hand."
What a smart girl, haha, what's the point of growing up like this?
"An Xiaoyu, aren't you afraid that I will kill you right here?" Mo Xue asked.
"Kill! My father knows that I am here with you and will be here soon. If you kill me, my father will definitely know and he will not want you again. Humph!" An Xiaoyu was so imposing.
Human said.
Mo Xue raised her eyebrows. She is such a sharp-tongued girl. She had never realized that this little girl had such a side before. She really underestimated the people in this world. After settling down, Mo Xue stood up:
"Even if your dad wants to come over after seeing the text message, he still needs some time. Let's have breakfast first."
"I don't want to eat what you cook. I'll get dirty first." She rolled her eyes.
"Then you sit on my sofa and are in my home, don't you feel dirty?" Mo Xue asked.
An Xiaoyu was speechless for a moment.
You know, although An Xiaoyu is smart, how can he compare with an adult in terms of brains? Moreover, his opponent is a person who was judged to be a genius even as a child.
Mo Xue went back to the kitchen alone, took out everything and put it on the dining table: "Want to come over to eat?"
"Eating dirty food will cause diarrhea!" An Xiaoyu said stubbornly.
She began to eat calmly, and after a few bites, she stopped eating. Sitting on a chair in the restaurant, holding a milk glass in her hand, the warm heat spread from the surface of the cup to the palm of her hand, but her
Her heart is cold. Sometimes, without anything to push her, she doesn't know how to make a decision, and in short, she wanders in confusion...
'Ding Dong... Ding Dong...' The doorbell rang. So soon? An Yuchen is here?
Mo Xue glanced at the clock, stood up and went to open the door?
"Dad, dad is here." An Xiaoyu stood on the sofa, covering the bleeding wound on her arm with her hand...tears were hanging on her face.
Mo Xue glanced at An Xiaoyu and went to open the door without saying anything. She was also prepared in her heart. The moment she opened the door...