89.Chapter 89 Don't you dislike your mother for being gentle?
Mu Xiaobao raised his head, tilted his head and looked at the other person, "Uncle, can you take off your mask temporarily?"
Mo Jiuling raised her hand and took off her mask, with a similar handsome face, carefully carved facial features, and deep pool-like eyes looking at the child who was also looking at her.
But soon, Mu Xiaobao knew that there were more important issues to explain.
I deceived him yesterday, but I didn't expect him to come back so quickly.
The white and tender face, an infinitely apologetic and guilty look, and the clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, "Uncle, are you here to ask questions...Actually, Xiaobao can explain."
Every time he heard the word "uncle", he couldn't help but want to frown.
It's just that I didn't want anyone to be present just now, but now I'm talking about being an uncle, which is really ironic.
"Your mother asked you to call me uncle?"
"Mother..." Mu Xiaobao blinked, "I was so busy that I didn't have time to mention you, uncle. But my mother is innocent. Although she will not die so soon, it is true that she was poisoned.
Oh! And the attacks are becoming more and more frequent. In fact, Xiaobao is really worried."
The scene when Mu Lingbo had an 'attack' flashed through his mind, and he snorted softly.
The worry was still lingering in his heart, but after being deceived, he also knew that he must not trust this mother and son easily, "Have you never been curious about who your father is?"
As soon as the word "daddy" came out, Mu Xiaobao's expression moved slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled.
But soon, he thought of his mother and clenched his fists firmly, "I'm curious, but if my mother doesn't tell me, Xiaobao won't ask!"
"Your mother never mentioned it?" He thought, as if he was hurt by the rapid change in his expression.
"Mother said that daddy just didn't know there was another little treasure." Mu Xiaobao's voice trembled a little. After a while, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he said softly in a very careful voice, "Uncle, you
Is he Xiaobao’s father?”
Mo Jiuling took a few steps forward and knelt down to look at Mu Xiaobao's level.
Those big, flickering eyes were filled with various expectations, uneasiness and other emotions.
He raised the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to touch Mu Xiaobao's head, "Who else could it be? Xiaobao, you will never be allowed to say that you have no father again."
Mu Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a very, very complicated emotion. Then he took a deep breath, "It's such a strange feeling to have a father!"
"As for your mother..." Mo Jiuling's handsome brows were raised, her eyes were wandering, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
"Xiaobao will never abandon Dabao!" Mu Xiaobao continued to clench his fists to express his determination, "So even if you are really Xiaobao's father, Xiaobao will always stand by Dabao's side!"
He turned his eyes and said, "Did I tell you to abandon her?"
Mu Xiaobao rubbed the back of his head and said, "Daddy, what should we do now? Although Dabao is a little annoying sometimes, has a bad temper, and in Uncle Ye's words, he is not very gentle... But my mother is still very beautiful.
Right, right?"
Mo Jiuling glanced at Ye Beiling, who had been forgotten by him, and his eyes immediately turned as cold as frost, and strong hostility struck again, "How dare he talk about your mother? What does it have to do with him whether your mother is gentle or not!"
"Dad, are you saying that you don't dislike your mother for not being gentle?" Mu Xiaobao held his hands in a praying position and looked at him with big bright eyes.
