There were not many dishes at noon, but the four dishes and one soup were Wu Qiong's favorites. Wu Qiong was not polite, walked to her seat, picked up her chopsticks and started eating directly.
Mo Zihao and Mo Xinnian were still sitting next to their mothers. They still looked decent while eating and did not talk casually after serving the table. Mo Yabo specially sat next to Wu Qiong today, his blue eyes glaring at the two siblings from time to time.
A few glances.
"Grandma, I don't want to eat by myself, I want to feed you!" He didn't like holding chopsticks, so he pushed Wu Qiong's hand coquettishly.
Wu Qiong was actually quite embarrassed when faced with this situation, but it didn't matter if he thought about it. Mo Yabo was a distinguished young master, and it was normal for him to be fed. It just so happened that he could also show his grandson's status in front of Ling Kexin.
"Qiaoer, come and feed me." Wu Qiong called to Lu Qiaoer at the entrance of the restaurant.
Lu Qiaoer hurriedly came in, picked up Mo Yabo's bowl, and was about to feed him, but Mo Yabo slapped his hand and knocked the spoon she stretched out to the ground.
"I don't want you to feed me!"
"Then who do you want to feed? Shasha?" Wu Qiong frowned. This child was really spoiled and willful.
"I want her!" Mo Yabo thought.
Mo Xinnian immediately gasped, her mouth biting the chopsticks loosened, her eyes widened, and she looked at Mo Yabo in disbelief.
Ling Kexin came over today and saw a pair of black glasses on her daughter's little nose, and she understood... Poor daughter, she wanted Wu Qiong not to hate her face.
I felt sorry for her and loved her, but I didn't tell her why my daughter wore glasses.
When Mo Xinnian ran up to her and asked her if she looked good, she felt sour in her heart and nodded while holding back the tears, "It looks good. What we want is good-looking."
I was already extremely distressed, but now, Mo Yabo, who was so pampered by the Mo family, actually pointed at his daughter, regarded her as a "little maid", and asked her to feed him... Can Ling Kexin tolerate this tone?
It's not that I'm angry with the child, but I'm really afraid that Wu Qiong will agree to Mo Yabo's request.
"Xiao Bo, let me feed you!" Before Wu Qiong could say anything, Ling Kexin put down the bowl, walked to Mo Yabo, took the bowl from Lu Qiaoer's hand, sat on the chair, and then dragged Mo Yabo over and pinched it.
Between your own legs.
Mo Yabo was startled. He felt the strength between her legs. Those two thin legs clamped down on his waist like iron pliers. He couldn't escape.
"Eat." Ling Kexin calmly scooped up a mouthful of rice and put it to Mo Yabo's mouth, then narrowed her eyes and stared at him.
Mo Yabo's heart couldn't help but tremble, and there was panic in his eyes. He turned his head and started crying: "Grandma, I don't want her to feed me, I don't want her to feed me!"
The look in her eyes is so scary.
Wu Qiong had been stunned by Ling Kexin's behavior for a long time, and she hadn't recovered yet. At this moment, her grandson called out, and her face darkened, "Ling Kexin, Xiaobo wants to be heard, don't you hear?"
Hearing her words, Ling Kexin's heart felt like a needle...Wu Qiong, do you really agree? What kind of grandma are you? Mo Yabo is young and ignorant, and is spoiled by adults to the point of being arrogant and domineering. Don't you think so?
don't know?
One is a grandson and the other is a granddaughter! They are also born to Mo Ye. This little foreigner is precious, but his own daughter is just a fool?
"Auntie, I am Xin Nian's mother. It's up to me to do the feeding!" Ling Kexin's expression turned ugly.
"Xiaobo doesn't want you to feed me, so go away!"
"Haha," Ling Kexin sneered, "Auntie, don't forget, Xin Nian is your granddaughter, not Mo Yabo's personal girl. I have been your son's maid and the mother of two children. Hello
I can do the cooking very smoothly and I won’t hurt your grandson’s mouth, don’t worry!”
After Ling Kexin finished speaking, she put some food on the plate, then got up and took Mo Yabo's hand and walked towards the living room.
"Grandma, Grandma! Save me!" Mo Yabo became frightened as if Ling Kexin was dragging him to the guillotine. He waved his hands and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Don't scream, Xiaobo, don't you know how to respect grandma? If you be good, grandma will feel better. The food will taste better, the food will taste better, and the body will be better. Do you understand?" Ling Kexin turned to him and said with a smile.
.
But can Mo Yabo understand it? He couldn't help shrinking when he saw her smiling face, because her face was smiling, but there were no smile lines in her eyes.
It looked like she was angry! Because she asked Mo Xinnian to feed her.
"I don't want her to feed me anymore, I will eat it myself!" Surrender, Daddy and Mommy are not here, and Grandma seems to have no way to do anything to her.
"Eat it by yourself?" Ling Kexin smiled in her eyes.
Mo Yabo nodded quickly, "Okay, remember to be obedient," Ling Kexin took him back, carried him to the chair, then touched his head, and said very gently, "Learn like your elder brothers and sisters, sit down properly when eating,
Hold the chopsticks like this...open your mouth wider and don't drop the rice on the table. Also, don't waste the food you don't like. It's not easy for your dad to make money."
She rambled on for a long time. Mo Yabo glanced at his grandma. Seeing that she looked stupid, he had no choice but to nod again, lowered his eyes, and began to slowly pick up the rice...
This meal, Mo Yabo ate much better than before, and the place in front of him was much cleaner. Of course, he didn't eat much of the food, because he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, because the person sitting opposite him made him annoying and a little scared.
There are three people, mother and son.
After lunch, Ling Kexin chatted with her children for a while and then drove away.
Wu Qiong waited for Ling Kexin to leave before coming downstairs, holding Mo Yabo's hand.
"Zihao, grandma has something to tell you." After sitting on the sofa, Wu Qiong called Mo Zihao over.
Mo Zihao put down the book in his hand and sat next to Wu Qiong, staring at her with bright eyes. Wu Qiong had a calm expression and a calm tone, "Are you staying here tonight?"
"Grandma, you want us to stay?" Mo Zihao asked strangely.
"Grandma will return to the United States tomorrow, come with me."
Mo Zihao's eyes flashed. It seemed that what grandma said was true. However, before mommy left, she told him that daddy would be back in two days. Didn't grandma know?
"No, I'll wait here for daddy to come back."
Wu Qiong really didn't know the situation. She thought that her eldest son would come back after his honeymoon, so he said, "It's okay not to go. Grandma won't force you, but don't come tomorrow."
"Grandma, how many days will you go to the United States?"
"I won't come here not for a few days, but for a few years."
"You don't miss us?"
This question makes Wu Qiong a little difficult to answer. Although he has no relationship with them, they are still grandchildren. Isn’t it too impersonal? Especially this grandson, who looks just like his eldest son. Looking at him, he just feels like
It's like watching your son grow up again.
"Zihao, grandma actually likes you. How about you go to the United States to study? Would you like to stay with Xiaobo?" Wu Qiong's tone became gentle.
Mo Zihao glanced at his sister who was lying on the ground reading a picture book and said calmly: "Grandma, I hope you like Xin Nian too. I won't be with Xiaobo. I want to be with my sister. Don't say anything."
He left and sat next to his sister with the book in hand.
Wu Qiong sighed. It seemed that she could not put down her airs and try to persuade him to go with her.
Mo Yabo no longer dared to play with Mo Zihao, because after dinner, grandma called him upstairs and told him clearly that these two children were also born to their father, but their mothers were different.
He thought it was so strange, how could daddy have a brother and sister with another woman?
However, he really doesn't like these brothers and sisters. Mommy said: "They are different from you. You are noble and they are low. Just like you said yourself, they are little beggars!"
How can a noble young master play with a little beggar?
So, a brother and sister played and read together, and Mo Yabo sat alone on the sofa and watched TV. However, after all, they were all children, so his eyes could not help but turn towards them.
"Brother, let's let Xiaobo play with us." Mo Xinnian finished reading the album, sat up and touched Mo Zihao's arm.
"Let him go, come over if he likes it." Mo Zihao continued to read with his head down.
Mo Xinnian thought for a while and then walked over, "Xiao Bo, are you playing with us?"
"Hmph, go away, I don't want to play with you." Mo Yabo chirped his nose and stopped turning his head.
Mo Xinnian's good intentions were not met with a good look, she pouted, turned around silently, and walked back to Mo Zihao. Seeing that she had been rejected, Mo Zihao raised his thin lips and gave her a scolding look, and then continued
He raised his head and looked at Mo Yabo indifferently.
When Mo Yabo saw Mo Zihao looking at him, he quickly retracted his arrogant gaze and looked at the TV screen.
"You little fool, let me tell you, the more you ignore him, the more arrogant he becomes." Mo Zihao came close to Mo Xinnian and said in his ear.
"Grandma said he is the younger brother."
"He doesn't think of us as brothers, sisters, or little fools."
"That's right...Brother, he is the younger brother, but he is as tall as you, but fatter than you." Mo Xinnian squeezed her brother's arm.
Mo Zihao held up his arms and stretched, "But I am stronger than him." Mo Xinnian looked at him and smiled, remembering that when setting up a stall with mommy, Mo Zihao grabbed Mo Yabo and threw him away.
With his palm, Mo Xinnian felt that his brother was so majestic and great.
The TV was lit by Mo Yabo. Mo Zihao finished reading and took Mo Xinnian upstairs. Lu Qiaoer saw them and quickly told them: "You can't go up to the fourth floor. Your dad has a rule."
Mo Zihao was surprised, "What's on it?"
"Your dad sleeps on that floor."
"I want to take a look, can't I?"
Lu Qiaoer was a little embarrassed and said that she needed the wife's consent. Mo Zihao thought about it and let it go.
One afternoon, Mo Zihao took Mo Xinnian to catch cicadas in the yard. Wu Qiong stood in front of the window, watching Mo Zihao climb the tree nimbly, and held a sticky cicada made for him by a male servant.
, no matter how you look at it, you think this grandson is witty and clever, especially when the news came from England that the two brothers and sisters had escaped from the manor, but they were able to make money by singing and playing on the streets, and I couldn't help but feel more like him.
She called Mrs. Liu and asked her to prepare some refreshing snacks for the children, and then told her: "Call the children's clothing boutique and ask them to send some new clothes for the children, and ask for the best. By the way,
Bring some swimsuits." We were having so much fun that it was only comfortable to take a bath in the swimming pool.
"Do you want both boys and girls?" Mrs. Liu asked very carefully.
Wu Qiong paused and cast her eyes on Mo Xinnian, who was holding a transparent plastic bag. She was looking up at her face wearing glasses. Because the glasses were too big, she had to hold up the frames every time she lowered her head and then raised her head.
...Although he looks too much like Ling Kexin, this child is really cute.
"Everyone needs to tell them that they are six-year-old children and their height is standard."