"Auntie, since I brought it, I won't take it back. Today I bought some ingredients. Er Ye told me all the dishes you like. He said you like to eat Zhou Ji's private kitchen. I specially made it two days ago
I went to learn it and I will cook it for you tonight."
Seeing that she spoke so sincerely and naturally, with a smile on her face, Wu Qiong's brows furrowed even more tightly. It was really ridiculous. She still wanted to stay and cook dinner?
She stood up from the sofa and said displeasedly: "Ling Kexin, I don't have time to listen to you. To tell you the truth, no matter what you do, I won't like it. You can leave."
A few words drove Ling Kexin to the wall, and Wu Qiong gave her no room.
Ling Kexin smiled faintly, bent slightly towards Wu Qiong, and then went out. Wu Qiong was confused when he saw that she left without her child, when the two children came in again hand in hand and stood side by side in front of her.
Wu Qiong looked at them strangely. They looked at Wu Qiong calmly, eye to eye. Finally, Wu Qiong restrained his sharp eyes and slowly sat down again.
"Why don't you go with your mother?" she asked calmly.
"Let's go after dinner." Mo Zihao replied.
Wu Qiong couldn't help but open her eyes wide when she heard this, and the corners of her lips twitched, "What have you discussed?"
"Grandma, you don't want to admit that we are your grandchildren or granddaughters?" Mo Zihao didn't answer the question and spoke very calmly.
"I never said that."
"That's good. Last time you sent my sister and me to England, I knew you admitted it. You just didn't want to see us, so you sent us so far away. Mommy said we had been separated from you for five years.
, you just can’t get close to us. As time goes by, grandma will definitely love us, so my sister and I decided to stay in the manor this summer and stay with you every day."
After hearing what he said, Wu Qiong's mouth opened involuntarily, feeling surprised and incredible at the same time. Her eyes swept from Mo Zihao's face to Mo Xinnian's face, and saw her nodding cutely, as if to say -
That's it, that's it!
What is that? You know, she will take Mo Yabo back to the United States by plane to attend her eldest son's wedding in two days. She didn't go with Mo Yabo yesterday just to avoid arousing his suspicion.
Okay, now, these two children who have no feelings for me will stay.
Just as he was wondering, Ling Kexin walked into the villa again carrying a large bag. The transparent plastic bag made it clear that it was filled with ingredients.
Wu Qiong was even more stunned. This woman really wanted to cook dinner here.
Of course it was true. Ling Kexin was very familiar with everything here. She carried the dishes into the kitchen as if she were at home. When the two children saw their mother coming back, they immediately turned around and ran to help her.
Wu Qiong paused for a moment, then sat on the sofa and gasped, cursing in her heart: Shameless, so shameless, scoundrel, scoundrel... It seemed that the mother and son were going to "bully" her while there was no young master in the house.
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Wu Qiong's sensitivity and suspicion are not unreasonable. After all, some time ago, she sent someone to kidnap her child and asked her son to announce their marriage. Can Ling Kexin "spare" her?
Another thing that made her very angry was that when the servants saw Ling Kexin, except for the Filipino maid, all of them were smiling, very kind and friendly to her, and listened to her words very much. Aunt Liu and Sister Hua even went to the kitchen to help.
Mo Zihao and Mo Xinnian returned to the living room. At this time, Mo Yabo was already playing next to Wu Qiong. He was sitting on the clean floor with many toys around him.
Mo Zihao took his sister's hand and asked her to sit next to Wu Qiong. Mo Xinnian tilted her head, opened her big clear eyes, and took a good look at Wu Qiong's expression. She saw that she was holding a magazine, as if
He looked at her carefully, then carefully moved her buttocks and touched her gently with his little arm.
Wu Qiong did not move, still staring at the illustration on the previous page of the magazine.
Seeing that his sister had already sat down, Mo Zihao walked to Mo Yabo, raised a remote control with a tip of his toes, took it into his hand, and turned his fingers flexibly. A red sports car was in the living room.
Start moving inside.
"Don't touch my toys!" Mo Yabo was stunned for a moment. When his grandma didn't respond, he opened his mouth and cursed in English, "Stupid pig!"
Wu Qiong's brows moved twice, and suddenly she heard Mo Zihao say in fluent English: "Little foreign devil, if you curse again, be careful I'll beat you up!"
Wu Qiong was embarrassed to "teach" the two boys who were both grandsons because of what she said before, "Just scold them." So, when she saw that she didn't respond, the two started to quarrel. They all spoke in English.
, Lu Qiaoer didn't understand. The Filipino maid had gone to do the laundry. She could only watch them helplessly and with interest as they chased around the living room and cursed.
At first, Mo Xinnian clapped her hands to "come on" for her brother. Later, Wu Qiong cast a cold look, and she immediately covered her mouth with her small hands and blinked with her big innocent eyes.
Wu Qiong's eyes narrowed as she looked at it. It was this fox face that she hated, but this granddaughter looked so much like Bai Yao. It seemed that God was really "pitying" on her, so he turned this face to her.
"Don't look at me!" She said three words in disgust, her expression indifferent and distant.
Mo Xinnian immediately lowered her eyes, moved her butt to the side, and then stared at her feet. Slowly, her feet became covered with white flowers. She raised her head again and saw Wu Qiong.
The illustration she was looking through was still the same one, and she couldn't help it.
"Grandma, are you going to show off that male model's face?" My feet were all stained.
"Shut up!" Wu Qiong glared at her displeased.
Mo Xinnian was so flustered that she reached out to cover Wu Qiong's mouth. But as soon as she touched her lips, she knew she was wrong. She slid off the sofa in panic, covered her mouth, and ran to the sofa opposite.
Sit tight.
Wu Qiong couldn't sit down anymore. Although the face was not close to her, it was staring at her from the opposite side, and next to her ear...
"Quiet down, everyone!" Wu Qiong shouted sharply as it was noisy, and the quarrel in his ears disappeared.
Mo Yabo ran up to her with the remote control car in his arms and gasped: "Grandma, who are they? Why are they staying at our house and not leaving?"
Wu Qiong closed her eyes lightly and waved her hand, "Let them play. You and grandma go upstairs."
"I don't!" Mo Yabo stamped his feet coquettishly, "The toy is mine, daddy bought it."
The latter sentence "Daddy bought them" seemed to arouse Mo Xinnian's interest and courage. She suddenly slid down from the sofa. Regardless of whether she liked the toys on the floor, she bent down to pick up a few and ran to her brother.
, "Brother, here you go."
"Ah...Grandma, look at the little beggar..."
Mo Yabo cried, seeing that his grandma didn't respond for a moment, he immediately walked over and was about to reach out to grab a submachine gun from Mo Zihao's hand, but Mo Xinnian suddenly raised her hand and slapped him.
"Don't call me a beggar!"
The sudden slap stunned Mo Yabo, as well as Lu Qiaoer, who was looking after them. She was dumbfounded and didn't know what to do. She couldn't offend these three children, because they all belonged to the eldest young master.
Child.
Wu Qiong turned his head when he heard a "bang" sound, and saw Mo Yabo covering his chubby right face, his blue eyes filled with tears from the beating, and Mo Xinnian, who was half a head smaller than him and thinner than him, was pouting.
His mouth and eyes were also filled with tears.
"Little girl!" Wu Qiong came over and said angrily, "Who told you to hit someone?"
Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Mo Zihao hurriedly dragged his sister behind him, then straightened his back to meet Wu Qiong's solemn gaze. Wu Qiong asked him to go away, while Mo Zihao raised the gun in front of her and said solemnly: "Don't
Hit my sister, if you want to hit me, hit me!"
Wu Qiong was stunned for a moment. Then, she seemed really angry and took the submachine gun from Mo Zihao's hand.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Lu Qiaoer hurriedly ran to the kitchen...
"Grandma," at this time, Mo Xinnian poked her head out from behind her brother, with tears streaming down her face and her mouth pursed, she said sadly, "Xin Nian is in England... singing for money in England and working as a beggar.
, the little beggar is very miserable and tired, he doesn’t want to do it, and he doesn’t want to be scolded, grandma... aren’t you our grandma? Doesn’t grandma like us? "
Wu Qiong's raised hand trembled in the air, and her heart ached inexplicably. How could that pitiful but disgusting face hurt her heart? What made her even more unable to do so was
The face resembled that of the eldest son, with his eyes shining with resentment and his tight face, standing proudly in front of her without fear.
That way is clearly saying: Hit me! Hit me! I am also your biological grandson, so if you hit me, you are not my biological grandmother!
"I'm so angry." Wu Qiong's hand dropped. She threw away the gun, took Mo Yabo's hand and turned to leave. She was still muttering, "Ling Kexin, you are really yours...these two children were taken over by you."
Taught like this, this, this...what does this look like, I'm so angry."
She took Mo Yabo upstairs. Ling Kexin, who was standing at the entrance of the restaurant, saw the last scene and heard half of her daughter's words. She ran over and hugged the two children into her arms, feeling sad.
"Baby, why did you make grandma angry again?"
Mo Xinnian wiped the tears from her face and said that Mo Yabo called her "little beggar" again. She was so sad that she slapped Mo Yabo.
Ling Kexin took a breath. Her daughter has always been well-behaved and timid. She never fought with anyone in kindergarten. Why has she become bold now?
"Mommy, don't scold my sister. When we were begging for money on the street, other children bullied us. At that time, my sister saw me fighting with others, and she became brave." Mo Zihao seemed to understand Ling Kexin.
heart.
"Mommy, my brother had his head broken by someone at that time. Look." Mo Xinnian wanted to pull off Mo Zihao's head, but Mo Zihao stiffened his neck and refused. Ling Kexin was shocked. Did the babies go home?
Speaking of which, Mo Zihao never asked for her help when taking a shower.
Under Mo Xinnian's guidance, she pulled out a strand of hair next to Mo Zihao's left ear and saw a very small scar. It would be difficult to find it without carefully pulling out the hair to look.
A wave of heat suddenly rushed into her eyes. Ling Kexin hugged the shoulders of the two children tightly, holding back the grievances and pain in her heart, and choked out: "Children, believe in Mommy, Mommy will definitely make grandma fall in love with her.
You guys, let daddy stay with us."
When it was time for dinner, Lu Qiaoer went upstairs to call Wu Qiong, but she didn't come down after calling twice. Ling Kexin and Mrs. Liu laid out the dishes, took off their aprons and went upstairs in person.
"Auntie, dinner is ready, let's go downstairs to eat." Ling Kexin stood respectfully at the door of Wu Qiong's room. The door was open, and Ling Kexin could see the luxurious decoration inside. Wu Qiong was sitting on a chair by the window, holding a teacup in his hand.
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"Ling Kexin, do you think I can eat it?" Her voice floated over, leisurely.
"Auntie, I believe those dishes are very suitable to your taste."
"Don't be so confident. Even if you cook the most delicious dish in the world, I won't eat it."
"Auntie, you are angry with your own stomach. It is really not worth it... As far as I am concerned, apart from using a little strength, there is no other harm, and the money to buy food still belongs to your son." Ling Kexin said the same thing.
Take your time, neither slow nor hasty.
Wu Qiong stood up suddenly and stared at Ling Kexin in confusion.
So cool! Is she using her eldest son’s money now?
Mo Yabo was sitting by the bed reading a book. He probably saw his grandma unhappy, so he immediately threw the book away, ran over, pushed Ling Kexin, and said loudly: "Go away, we don't like you!"
Ling Kexin smiled, suddenly bent down, lifted Mo Yabo's arm with both hands, and cast a half-smiling look at Wu Qiong, "Auntie, I'll carry Yabo downstairs first, you come down slowly."
She was not hugging her, because Mo Yabo didn't like her, so he tried to grab her face with both hands, and kicked her around. Ling Kexin suddenly remembered the scene when Mo Yabo held her, and turned her hands to Mo Yabo.
Tucked under the arm.
"Grandma, grandma, save me! Save me!" Mo Yabo was extremely frightened. This woman, who looked weaker than her own mother, couldn't hold him so hard with her arms. You know, he was a little fat guy.
However, looking at the ground, he was really afraid that if she let go of her hand, he would roll down the stairs. Life still mattered. He couldn't break free, so he could only scream as hard as he could.
Can Wu Qiong calm down when her precious grandson is "carried" away by Ling Kexin like a pillow? Of course she has to follow him downstairs, but she feels really uncomfortable because all the servants in the manor turn a blind eye?
"Sasha! Sasha!" Wu Qiong shouted to the Filipino maid.