After Mo Yabo asked Wu Qiong to coax him, he stopped crying. Mo Xinnian felt guilty for this. She accompanied Mo Yabo to the rockery in the back garden. They each held a small stone in their hands and scratched on the ground.
go.
"Xiao Bo, I didn't mean to say that." Mo Xinnian looked at Mo Yabo, hoping he would smile.
"I don't blame you anymore." Mo Yabo carved English letters on the ground with great force.
"My mommy said that from now on the three of us will study together and she will be your mommy. Are you happy?"
Hearing this, Mo Yabo was startled. He held the pebbles tightly in his hands and looked at Mo Xinnian in disbelief, "Be my mommy?"
"Yeah, do you like her?"
"I...I don't like it now."
"Why?"
"Because she took away daddy, so my mommy got bruised in the face. Also, you spoke so well of her in front of grandma today." Mo Yabo seemed angry, with a small face.
Bulging.
Mo Xinnian was sad, she glared at Mo Yabo, "You have no conscience, you were not born by daddy, how can you say that my mommy took daddy away? My mommy likes you so much, do you still hate her?
"
"Yes, I hate her. Because she is good, everyone will say that my mommy is a bad woman!" Mo Yabo stood up and yelled at Mo Xinnian.
Mo Xinnian pursed her lips, her small breasts heaved, her fair face flushed with anger, and sweat dripped from her forehead. She also stood up and growled, "Your mother did something bad, is it wrong?"
"Yes!" Mo Yabo suddenly raised his hand and hit Mo Xinnian hard on the head.
Mo Xinnian's head suddenly became dizzy and she almost lost her footing. She looked at Mo Yabo who was fuming in disbelief. Her clear elk-like eyes flashed again and again until the smell of blood rushed into her nose and the warm liquid slid down her nose.
When she reached her mouth, she wiped her hand and saw it was all blood, then her vision went dark and she fell down...
"Sister! Sister!" Upon seeing this, Mo Yabo panicked and was frightened. He threw away the stone in his hand, hugged Mo Xinnian on the ground and cried, "Sister, don't die. I was wrong. I
Wrong..."
The cry shocked the adults in the room. Soon, Mo Ye ran out. The people playing cards at the table by the window also threw away their cards and ran out quickly. Mo Zihao, who had been reading a book, was faster than anyone else.
He ran to the backyard as fast as a puppy...
There was a hole made by a stone on the right side of Mo Xinnian's head, which required five stitches. The blood dyed her hair into lumps.
The adults stayed with her in the hospital all night. Because of the head injury, Moer Ye and Ling Kexin asked for a careful examination tomorrow.
When she first arrived at the hospital, Mo Xinnian woke up. She looked at Ling Kexin and said in a low voice: "Mommy, don't scold Xiaobo."
Ling Kexin nodded with tears in her eyes and touched her forehead distressedly. She knew her daughter was in great pain, but her daughter just wouldn't cry.
An empathetic child knows very well that if she cries, all her relatives will be sad.
Mo Zihao stood in front of the hospital bed, his expression always serious. Earlier in Mo's Manor, he waved his hand rudely and was about to throw it at Mo Yabo's face, but his wrist was caught by his mother.
Ling Kexin shook her head at him sadly, "Don't hit him, your sister doesn't like you hitting Xiaobo."
Sure enough, when Mo Xinnian woke up, the first thing she said was "Don't scold Xiaobo". She is such a little fool! She even had her head broken by Mo Yabo, but she still had to forgive him.
Mo Yabo cried very sadly. He didn't follow the car to the hospital because the adults wouldn't let him. He asked Aunt Mei to be locked in a small room without turning on the lights.
He slapped the door and cried: "Mommy, Mommy, come back, come back and save Xiaobo.".
"Mommy, Mommy...did you hear me?"
"Mommy, why do you do bad things? If you don't do bad things, people won't call you a bad woman."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Mommy, Xiaobo did something bad too. Xiaobo hurt his sister."
Speaking of "sister", Mo Yabo cried even more sadly. He seemed to think of Mo Xinnian's kindness to him, and the tears flowed like a dam, and the vest on his body was wet with sweat and tears.
"Sister, I was wrong, you don't want to die."
"Sister...I like your mommy. I like your mommy."
He cried loudly until the end, his voice became softer and his throat became hoarse, and he lay on the ground and fell asleep.
When it was almost dawn, Mo Yiting drove Wu Qiong and Zihao back. When they learned that Mo Yabo was locked in a small room, they immediately asked Aunt Mei to open it.
"Xiao Bo," Wu Qiong's heart suddenly softened when she saw Mo Yabo lying on the ground with tears on his face. She picked him up with trembling hands and said anxiously to the servant, "Quickly call and ask the family doctor to come over.
Look, this child seems to have a fever."
In a cool children's room, Mo Yabo was lying on the bed, with an intravenous drip in his hand. His expression was bleak, his eyelids were swollen, and his dull eyes were looking at Mo Zihao in front of the bed.
He knew that his brother hated him, so there was no point in being afraid.
Seeing him open his eyes, Mo Zihao gave him a cold look, raised his hand and touched his forehead, "The fever is gone. I'll tell grandma."
"Brother..." Seeing that he didn't scold or hit himself, Mo Yabo's eyes flashed and he called him.
"Don't call me brother, I'm not your brother." Mo Zihao turned his back to him.
Mo Yabo pursed his lips, his long eyelashes drooped, his voice was low and weak, "I'm sorry...I was wrong!"
"Do you know where you went wrong?" Mo Zihao straightened his back, folded his small hands around his arms, and his expression became extremely serious.
"I beat my sister."
"What else?"
"There's more... there's more, no more."
"Is it really gone?"
Mo Yabo rolled his eyelids, looked at Mo Zihao's back, and said carefully: "I'm not polite, I don't correct my mistakes, I listen to whatever mommy teaches me, and I don't listen to what my brother taught me...
"
After saying that, his mouth dropped, and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.
Mo Zihao then turned around, looked down at him, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Xin Nian likes you very much. She was beaten by you, and you asked us not to scold you. Are you as good as her? Do you know,
When someone loves you, you must also love them... She is a girl, you must protect her, love her, and prevent her from getting hurt! How can you hit her?"
"I was wrong."
"If you know you are wrong, you should correct it. Don't think that you are a young man and look down on those who are poorer or shorter than you... Mommy said, only if you respect others, others will respect you! If you love others, others will come.
Love you!"
"Brother, what is respect?"
Mo Zihao frowned and said seriously: "That's it...don't interrupt when others express their opinions, don't make fun of them, don't hit or curse them, and don't point fingers at what others do. Hey! Follow
You talk too much, but you don’t understand. For example, the first time I walked into this villa, you shot us with a water gun, which is disrespectful to others. Do you understand now? "
"Understood...understood." Mo Yabo nodded vigorously, but after nodding, he blinked again and looked carefully at Mo Zihao who was hesitating to speak, "Brother, you...sometimes..."
"Speak directly!"
"You sometimes curse and hit people."
Well, after explaining for a long time, Mo Yabo understood it and was naturally able to analyze it. Mo Zihao glared at him angrily and walked out of the room.
Hearing that Mo Yabo's fever had subsided, Wu Qiong immediately came over to see him and asked Aunt Mei to bring him a small bowl of fragrant rice porridge to feed him. Because of what happened yesterday, Wu Qiong criticized him a few words and then said: "
Xiaobo, from now on you must love your brothers and sisters, your daddy, and Aunt Ling, they all love you."
Mo Yabo leaned on the bed and lowered his eyes, and asked softly: "Grandma, what about you?"
"I love it too."
"Always love?"
"Of course."
Mo Yabo raised his head and grinned happily.
He Xiaoxiao arrived at the office half an hour late today. Zheng Miaomiao made him a cup of coffee. Seeing the dark circles under his eyes, he asked with concern: "Mr. He, did you not sleep well last night?"
Zheng Miaomiao just came back from studying in the UK last month. They had known each other for a long time in the UK. Zheng Miaomiao had been secretly in love with He Xiaoxiao, and she didn't reveal her feelings to him until she returned from studying abroad.
He Xiaoxiao did not agree, saying that in the past two years, his main energy was on his career and his relationship matters had to be put on hold. They had gotten along like brother and sister in the UK, so Zheng Miaomiao didn't mind and said that she was willing to wait.
He worked hard to apply for the job of Fengsheng Department Store Group as an administrative secretary.
"Miaomiao, do you have a tight schedule today?" He Xiaoxiao asked Zheng Miaomiao instead of answering directly.
"Fortunately, there is a meeting at ten in the morning, so you have time in the afternoon."
"Okay." He Xiaoxiao waved his hand and motioned for her to go out.
Zheng Miaomiao glanced at him with nostalgia before walking out. He Xiaoxiao slowly leaned back on the chair, picked up the phone and looked at the last text message sent by Mo Yiting——
Please see me. If you don’t see me, I will go back to the United States and never come back!
Begging at first, threatening later, Mo Yiting, you are still a kid at heart.
However, last night, he did go to the Music Plaza, but he waited for more than two hours and did not see Mo Yiting. When he called, the phone was turned off.
He doesn't understand. Is this woman kidding herself?
I really don’t know that I was “intimidated” by her, didn’t I care about her? Why did she say she would never come back, but I wanted to see her?
He Xiaoxiao curled his lips and smiled, a little self-deprecating.
In the VIP ward of the hospital, Mo Xinnian, who had just returned from a check-up, seemed to be in much better spirits. She remembered the "prank" she had done yesterday, and couldn't help but asked Ling Kexin worriedly: "Mommy, did Auntie go out last night?"
"Where to go?" Ling Kexin peeled a pear for her, "You were injured yesterday. She was in the hospital and didn't go home until dawn."
"ah?"
Hearing her daughter's surprise, Ling Kexin raised her head and asked, "What's the matter with you?"
Mo Xinnian smiled and said, "Mommy, can you let Uncle He come and see me?"
"Forget it, your injury is not serious. You can go home after the stitches are removed in a few days. Don't bother me. Uncle He is very busy at work."
"Mommy..." Mo Xinnian pouted and acted coquettishly.
Ling Kexin smiled and said, "Then when your aunt comes, you can ask her."
Mo Yiting came over in the evening, and Mo Yabo came with her. After his fever subsided, he kept clamoring to come to the hospital. Wu Qiong couldn't resist him, so she had to let him come over with Mo Yiting.
"Sister," Mo Yabo walked to the bed holding a bouquet of sunflowers and looked at Mo Xinnian with his blue eyes blinking, "Sister, I'm here to apologize to you, can you forgive me?"
Mo Xinnian took the flower and smelled it, smiling brightly, "Sister has forgiven you a long time ago. Don't worry, sister still likes you."
"Thank you, sister." Mo Yabo rushed over and lay on her bed, his eyes shining with full respect for his sister.
Ling Kexin touched his head lovingly, took the flower from her daughter's hand and put it aside.
"Mommy, please take Xiaobo out for a moment. I have something to talk to my aunt alone." After a while, Mo Xinnian "ordered" his mother.
Ling Kexin gave her an angry look and took Mo Yabo away with a smile.
Mo Yiting looked curious and lightly scratched Mo Xinnian's nose, "Little princess, what do you want to tell me alone?"
"Let me ask you, did you receive a call from Uncle He last night?"
"No."
Mo Xinnian's eyes widened, no way? Uncle He really doesn't love his aunt.
"I was scared by you last night. I was afraid that someone would look for me, so I turned off my phone." Mo Yiting explained with a smile.
"Ah!" Mo Xinnian shouted and patted the bed, "Then Uncle He must have waited in vain!"