As expected, Xiao Ziyu walked up to the little guy and said, "What's wrong with you? Uncle, take your temperature."
Hearing Xiao Mo's voice in the kitchen, Lan Xixi also rushed out of the kitchen and ran to Bo Xiaomo:
"Xiao Mo, how are you? Are you okay?"
Facing the two people's concern, Bo Xiaomo looked confused:
"Uncle Xiao, Auntie, I'm fine, I fell asleep in there."
"Sleep? Didn't your dad say you were sick?" Lan Xixi looked curious.
Xiao Ziyu was also confused.
Bo Xiaomo said: "No, why didn't I know when I got sick? Hey, Daddy, why are you looking at me?"
Lan Xixi and Xiao Ziyu looked over and saw the man's cold, stiff face, clearly unnatural.
In an instant, I suddenly understood...
Xiao Mo is not sick! He lied!
The air fell into an extremely awkward silence.
Not a single sound!
Xiao Ziyu always felt that he was at fault. Mo Nanxi pulled him before, so he should leave!
He quickly smoothed things over and said, "Ah, Miss Lan seems to have cooked a lot of rich dishes. Let's just get together, eat supper, and talk about the stars and the moon!"
"What the hell, Mr. Xiao, why are you so unsmart?" Didn't you see that Miss Lan was about to explode?
Mo Nanxi grabbed Xiao Ziyu's arm and ran away without daring to say a word to Master Jiu.
The trouble he caused, let's find a way to avoid the death penalty tomorrow!
After the two left, the air was colder than before.
Bo Zhanye stood there, condensed and silent.
Not to mention Lan Xixi, with a small face as cold as ice and clenched palms, as if the storm was about to come and the wind filled the building with gloom.
It's over, shouldn't the two of them fight?
Bo Xiaomo hated himself for not being smarter, and his father was also stupid. If he wanted to help with the acting, he should at least say hello.
Forget it, the father's debt must be paid by the son, he will bear it.
He weakly held Lan Xixi's little hand: "Auntie, I'm sorry, it was me who was very unhappy when I saw you and brother Xilang together. I didn't even have the appetite to eat at night. I cried, made trouble, and hung myself with my father. I said that today
If he doesn't call you over to cook for me tonight, I will die in front of him.
Daddy lied to you in order to appease my mood and fear that I would get sick.
sorry."
The child's voice is weak and his face is heavy, and it's hard to tell whether it's true or not.
Lan Xixi didn't know whether to believe Xiao Mo's words, but she didn't want to see Xiao Mo looking like this.
She knelt down and comforted: "Xiao Mo, auntie and your brother Xilang are doing well now. If we really marry him, we can still see each other every day. Wouldn't it be great?"
"But you don't like Bai Yueguang? Why did you become Brother Xilang? Brother Xilang is not your Bai Yueguang at all. He is a bad person!" The little guy was a little out of control.
It's not because of daddy, but because of instinctive dislike.
Lan Xixi's face tightened.
Her hand fell on Bo Xiaomo's little head, and she comforted softly:
"Xiao Mo, what you think is good may not be good, and what looks bad may be good. When it comes to people, you don't see them with your eyes, you have to feel them with your heart.
Your brother Xilang is a really nice and warm person, and my aunt is very happy to be with him."
Bo Xiaomo shook his head and resisted: "Then the same goes for my daddy!
Although he looks cold on the outside, he is actually very warm and doting. Auntie, why don't you feel for him?"
Ahem!
The sudden rhetorical question made Lan Xixi extremely embarrassed!
What is the structure of a child’s brain circuit?
It's embarrassing, okay?
Bo Zhanye: "..."
Brat, is he good or not? Does a 3-year-old child need to tell him? Forced selling is very shameless.