"I heard someone said that they should be beaten. Auntie, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming and I didn't come downstairs to protect you." Bo Xiaomo's small voice was full of self-blame.
He is a man, and I feel really guilty for letting my aunt get hurt when he is around.
Lan Xixi's heart was melted by her son's love, and her lips raised a smile:
"It's okay. Auntie didn't know you were here. I haven't seen you for a long time. I thought you ignored her."
"No, it's because Daddy said that if I pester you again, I won't be allowed to go to the same school as Little Baozi. I endured the pain of lovesickness just to study with Little Baozi.
Auntie, I miss you so much these days."
Sure enough, it was that man's fault.
Lan Xixi rubbed her son's little head: "Good boy, Auntie misses you too. You did the right thing. You can keep the mountains alive without worrying about running out of firewood. As long as we have one school, we will have many opportunities to meet."
"Well, that's what I thought. It seems that we have a good understanding. By the way, Auntie, follow me upstairs to change clothes. I just asked Uncle Mo to prepare clothes for you. You should be here soon."
The little guy is very considerate.
The chat interaction between the two was very warm and loving.
The clerk sat aside, looking surprised and confused: "Miss Third, is this your son?"
In fact, the maternal love in Lan Xixi's eyes and the degree of clinginess of the child are too much like a biological mother and child.
When Lan Xixi heard these words, she was startled and raised her eyes in slight panic:
"No, he is Xiao Mo, the child of Master Jiu and my sister."
"Oh. Okay then, you go change your clothes first and we'll talk later when you have time."
The clerk watched Lan Xixi and Bo Xiaomo leave with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity on his face.
Why does she think Lan Xixi is more like Xiao Mo's mother?
As for Lan Jiao, she had read news about her over the years, and she looked nothing like a good wife and mother. Especially the look in her eyes showed no love for children at all.
Is there another hidden agenda?
Forget it, let’s upload the video of the third lady to Weibo first, so that everyone can see how beautiful the third lady is.
upstairs.
Lan Xixi put on the clothes Mo Nanxi had prepared for her, finally feeling comfortable.
Naturally, she didn't want to go down to the hall anymore. She stood in front of the window and looked at the bustling banquet below, and sighed:
"Xiao Mo, how long does it usually take for your grandmother's birthday party to end?"
"Twelve o'clock, there will be fireworks later." There was no joy in Bo Xiaomo's voice.
Come to think of it, he doesn't like this scene either,
However, Lan Xixi did not instigate him to leave. She was busy with her studies, classmates, and friends, and rarely spent time with her grandma. When she was rebellious, she would find her grandma's nagging annoying.
But after her grandma became seriously ill, she truly realized what it meant to have a son who wanted to support her but his relatives were not there. No matter how much money she had, she could not be filial to her grandma.
She taught softly: "Xiao Mo, your grandmother loves you very much. You should spend more time with her and make some gifts for her that you can.
Otherwise, when you grow up, your grandmother will be gone and you won’t have the chance to spend time with her, and you will feel a lot of guilt, sadness, and regret."
"Will grandma be away?"
"Well, although it is unlucky to say these things today, everyone will get old, sick and die. Just like you have never seen your grandfather, you will never see your grandmother in the future.
So, you should spend your birthday with your grandmother and make her happy."
Bo Xiaomo nodded understandingly: "Then let's go down together?"
"...Okay." Lan Xixi felt as if she had shot herself in the foot.
In order to educate her son, she still went downstairs and was forced to open a business.
She didn't notice that after she left, a slender figure stood out from behind the bonsai in the corridor...