Master Mo, you are here to ask for money for milk powder.

Chapter 258 He Looks Like My Son
"You want to buy ice cream, won't you ask your mommy for money? You are so young, what kind of rubbish are you picking up to sell?"

"My mommy has no money to support us." Er Bao replied, growing more and more resentful.

Owen felt that the child was guilty, "If your mother didn't have it, you wouldn't go to your daddy to ask for it?"

"I don't have a daddy, my daddy is dead!" Erbao shouted coldly, staring at Mo Junyu with resentful little eyes.

This sentence completely broke Owen's defense.

Children don't have a daddy, what he said just now is tantamount to stabbing a knife in the heart of a child.

For a moment, he froze holding Er Bao's hand.

Erbao struggled fiercely, "I don't have a daddy, because I don't have a daddy, so we are poor and have no money, so if we want to eat ice cream, we have to pick up bottles and trash!"

"So, can you let me go, let me go, let me pick up the bottle?!"

Mo Junyu looked at Er Bao, and saw the child in front of him, wearing a mask, his hat was wiped off the ground, dust was rubbed on his forehead, and a pair of round eyes stared at him full of resentment.

The child was very noisy and still stared at him like this, but he didn't feel disgusted at all.

Instead, he saw the child's red eyes, and could see his anger and grievance.

Mo Junyu looked at Owen and said, "Owen, take this child to buy ice cream, send him back to his mother, and subsidize a sum of money for them."

Owen nodded and responded, "Okay, President."

Er Bao looked at the scumbag in front of him in surprise, and then asked angrily: "Why do you want to buy me ice cream and pay for it?"

He didn't raise his own son, so he was so generous to a strange child he just met!

Pooh!Big scumbag!
"You kid is really weird. Is it okay to give you money? Hurry up and shut up." Owen worried that his president would be angered, so he quickly covered Erbao's mouth.

He also lowered his voice to warn Erbao.

Erbao bit Owen's hand angrily, and broke free, "Who cares, he didn't give it to me, and I didn't starve to death. Mommy brought me and my elder brothers and sisters, and they are doing well!"

"Let go of me! I'm going to pick up the bottle!"

Owen was bitten by Erbao, and was confused by what the little guy said.

This kid is not happy when someone buys ice cream for the money, and what he said makes him feel weird no matter how he listens.

As for what was wrong, he couldn't tell for a while.

Erbao walked up to Mo Junyu again, and said angrily, "Get out of the way, I want to pick up the bottle!"

Mo Junyu's brown eyes looked at Er Bao in front of him for a moment, and he lifted his thin lips, and said in a clear voice, "You look a lot like me."

Er Bao was stunned.

Erbao and Mo Junyu looked at each other, and the little guy looked at the daddy in front of him, which he had always wanted to have.

But his scumbag father, don't want him and his brothers and sisters, don't want his mommy...

Erbao was so angry that her face turned red, she stepped back, and shouted, "Who looks like you! I'm not like you, you must have something wrong with your eyes, myopia, presbyopia! Glaucoma!"

After shouting this, Er Bao turned around and ran away.

It's just that before he ran far, he remembered that he hadn't picked up the hat he dropped on the ground.

Er Bao went back to retrieve the hat, when he heard Owen say, "President, that kid has a bad temper and is rude, why did you ask me to go find him and help that kid?"

"He looks like my son." Mo Junyu replied.

mulatto.

The child born between him and Lin Anan should look similar to that child.

Owen understands and understands, the child is blessed because of his looks.

There are many people who rely on their appearance to get good fortune. Some people rely on their appearance to make a living, and rely on their appearance to gain the favor of others.

It's just that the child was blessed by his appearance, which was a bit inexplicable. The president of his family didn't have a son yet, so he said that the child looked like his son.

(End of this chapter)