The devil clings to the little maid

Chapter 268 I want a handsome daddy

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The sky has been stained with ink, and the aroma in the restaurant is gradually fading. Ling Kexin looked at the six dishes and one soup cooked with care on the table today, her heart sank slightly, she sat on the table, staring blankly at the table left for Mo Erye theme.

Mo Zihao sat in his seat, his waist straightened, his thin lips pursed, and he looked at the bowl of lion's head in front of him.

Mo Xinnian kept twisting her little butt, sipping on the rim of the empty bowl, her eyes turned to look at her mother, and then at Mo Zihao.

"Creak, creak..." She bit the bowl louder and louder, until finally she pressed her little stomach, and when she heard her stomach growl, she let go of the bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and said with a deflated mouth: "Mommy, Xinnian is hungry."

Hearing her daughter's voice, Ling Kexin came to her senses. She rolled her eyelids, picked up the chopsticks and said, "Baby, eat."

This meal, Mo Zihao ate very quickly. After it was over, he pushed the bowl and ran out of the restaurant without saying a word. Rice, a pair of eyes fixed on do not know where, had to turn around and eat obediently.

After Mo Zihao left the restaurant, he found Ling Kexin's bag and rummaged a few times, but he didn't find the phone, so he rummaged around again, and finally found the white phone between the two sofa cushions.

Hard work paid off, he turned on the phone and found Mo Er Ye's mobile phone number.

Mo Erye accompanied her mother to find the newly opened restaurant. The private kitchen dishes here were really good. Wu Qiong had a big appetite and kept saying that it was delicious, but she ate very slowly and had to feed Mo Ya Ya in the middle. There was also talking and laughing, the people at the tables next to her had finished eating and left, and she hadn't eaten half of the dishes at this table.

Because Mo Er Ye wanted to drive, he didn't ask for wine, so he drank some drinks and a bowl of rice and quickly finished his meal. He wanted to urge his mother to hurry up, but he still swallowed the words.

It was rare to go out to eat with his mother, so Mo Erye could only calm down and help Mo Yabo carry vegetables while drinking tea.

After more than two hours, Wu Qiong finally stood up, Mo Erye paid the bill, and carried Mo Yabo into Wu Qiong's car, "Mom, drive slowly, I have something to do, so I won't go back with you. "

After hearing this, Wu Qiong smiled and took out the car keys in her bag, but she couldn't find them. Anxious Mo Erye ran back to the restaurant to help her find them, but after searching around, he didn't find her mother's car keys either. He came out, only to find that his mother took Mo Yabo into his car.

"Mom, I really have something to do." Mo Erye looked at Wu Qiong helplessly.

Wu Qiong raised her eyebrows and pointed to Mo Ya Ya in her arms, "Ye'er, what is more important than mother and son, mother is a little dizzy, take us home."

Mo Erye understood his mother's temper too well, so he sat in the car unhappily. When the engine was turned on, he casually glanced at the rear car mirror and found a smug smile on the corners of his mother's lips.

Heartbroken, Mo Erye felt his shoulders suddenly heavy. While driving, he kept his jaw tense and did not speak. When the car drove out of the main street, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket suddenly rang and vibrated.

He took it out, saw that it was an unfamiliar number, frowned, and didn't answer it.

Mo Zihao stuck the phone to his ear, and after listening for a long time, Mo Erye didn't answer the call. His little face became more tense, biting his lip, and he unplugged his number again.

This time, the other party answered, with a deep and impatient voice, "Hello..."

"Boss Mo," Mo Zihao held back his breath, and drew out his tone. The clear childish voice also had a hint of gloom, "What did you forget tonight?"

The other side gasped, and then Mo Zihao heard the rapid braking, and Jier raised his voice again, "Zihao?" He didn't hear his answer, and the other party's voice lowered nervously again, "Hey, Can you hear me?"

"I'm not deaf!" Mo Zihao roared angrily, but his eyes were red. He heard a female voice from Mo Er Ye's car, and Mo Ya Ya's coquettish voice called "Daddy", and he "wheezed , gasped for air, and yelled coldly at the phone, "Mo Erye! I don't like you!"

Wow, it doesn't count if the boy calls Laozi by his full name, and he declares loudly that he doesn't like Laozi?

Mo Er Ye suddenly felt a pain in his ears, and then there was a busy tone of "beep beep beep" from the other side, and Mo Zihao hung up.

He stared blankly at the phone. Wu Qiong called him from behind, but he didn't react. He didn't turn his head until he was patted on the shoulder.

"Whose phone number?" Wu Qiong asked, staring at Mo Er Ye's face with a bit of inquiry.

"Mo Zihao." Mo Erye narrowed his phoenix eyes, and met his mother's gaze with a special meaning.

Wu Qiong's expression froze immediately, guiltily she avoided her son's mocking gaze, and instead of turning her head, she said with a slightly sullen face, "I don't know him."

"Don't know?" Mo Erye curled his lips, with a wry smile, "Mom, his surname is Mo, and his name is Mo Zihao."

"There are too many people with the surname Mo."

"What would you think if I told you that he was born to me?"

"How is it possible? Where do you have a son?"

"Hehe," Mo Erye laughed dryly, "Mom, why do you pretend?"

"..." Wu Qiong lowered her eyes, touched Mo Ya Ya's head, and said in a low voice, "In my eyes, Mo Ya Ya is a direct relative. If you have a child outside, our Mo family can accept it, but if you want to grow up It’s impossible to surpass Xiaobo.”

"Mom, speaking of which, in your eyes, your grandson is divided into the world son and the bastard?" What kind of thinking.

"of course."

Mo Erye smiled, put his phone away, and stepped on the accelerator. Next, Mo Erye drove very fast. Wu Qiong tilted his head and looked at his profile, only to see the street lights outside caressing him round after round face, but he couldn't soften the cold and hard lines of his profile.

Wu Qiong squeezed the corners of her lips and puffed her chest out. It seems that Ling Kexin has already let her eldest son see these two children. Also, it's been almost a month since his son came back, how could it be possible that he hasn't seen them?That Mo Zihao looks so much like him, doesn't he doubt it?

Presumably, Ling Kexin has told him the truth, right?

This little vixen had clearly warned her not to tell Mo Erye what happened before, but she said it so eagerly, and his son was so calm, he pretended to be confused even though he knew the truth, trying to trick him she means.

snort!She Wu Qiong would never say anything!Originally, they planned to take Ling Kexin's two children to a relative's house in the United States for foster care first, and Mo Erye and Chu Tianyu did not tell the truth until they got married.

Now it seems that her thinking is too simple and unrealistic.

Ling Kexin received her warning and was unwilling to hand over the two children to her, how could she remain indifferent?No, she even asked Mo Zihao to call Mo Erye, the method was really shrewd, really fast!

Mo Zihao, although he looks like his eldest son, was born by Ling Kexin after all. No matter what, he is also a "bastard son". If Mo Erye brings him home one day, he has to obey Mo Ya Ya's words obediently .

Mrs. Mo's thinking is traditional and domineering. However, in what era is it now, who would still call you a "concubine"?Now, whoever has the ability is the master!Can he, Mo Zihao, listen to your Madam Mo's opinion and obediently obey?

It's unknown, if you want to know the result, you can only see if Mo Zihao will really enter the Mo's Manor.

Besides, after Mo Zihao hung up the phone angrily, he ran to his room, pulled out a drawer from under the bed, took out a small box from it, and rushed to the balcony with a wave of anger.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Just as he took out a stack of papers from the box and was about to burn them with a lighter, Mo Xinnian suddenly walked over.

"Yeah?" She snatched a few blank sheets of paper from his hand, and saw that "Mo Er Ye" was written all over them, and...

I love my daddy.

I love my mommy.

i love my sister.

"Brother, are you going to burn Daddy, Mommy and me?" Mo Xinnian put the paper behind him, straightened his small body, and raised his head solemnly, "I won't let you burn it!"

"Xin Nian, this is brother's, bring it!" Mo Zihao stretched out his hand

"I don't!" Mo Xinnian backed away.

Mo Zihao took a tight step, Mo Xinnian stepped back suddenly, his heel hit the frame of the glass door, his body became unsteady, and he fell to the ground, her little butt hurt from falling, she kicked her legs coquettishly, "Woooooo...I won't let you You burn it, I won't let it..."

The crying attracted Ling Kexin, who ran upstairs and asked loudly, "What happened?"

"It's okay, my sister and I are playing a game." Mo Zihao's voice, and Mo Xinnian's crying stopped abruptly.

Ling Kexin pushed open the door of their room, and saw two babies sitting on the ground, their four little hands intertwined, pushing back and forth on a small box...

"Pull the big saw, pull the big saw, grandma's house is singing a big show. Mommy's going, Daddy's going, little baby, I'm going too..."

Ling Kexin looked at them, her nose suddenly became sore, because she saw that although her daughter raised her face and smiled at her, but the clear eyes were full of tears, she seemed to want to cry, but she tried her best to hold back, singing and laughing Worse than crying.

She turned around and silently leaned against the wall of the corridor...

"Brother," she turned her head back, the song stopped soon, Mo Xinnian sniffled and asked Mo Zihao in a crying voice, "You miss Daddy, don't you?"

Opening the box, she saw that there were a lot of origami she learned in kindergarten, colorful, and the name "Mo Er Ye" was written on the paper. Mo Xinnian opened one and saw Mo Zihao's father printed out from the computer. photo.

The daddy in the photo is so beautiful!She happily disassembled the other photos, and seeing the photos posted above, the fathers all looked different, some were standing, some were driving, and some were sitting in the office.

"Is Daddy handsome?" Mo Zihao asked.

"Handsome, brother, you look like daddy."

"Well, when I grow up, I will be as tall as Daddy."

"Brother, Li Yabo's daddy looks like our daddy, look, this mouth, this nose... even more similar when he smiles."

"Xin Nian, if Daddy doesn't like us, will you cry?" Mo Zihao's question was serious.

"Huh? Will the dead daddy like us? I don't want it." Mo Xinnian shrank her neck, as if afraid, and threw the paper in her hand into the box.

Mo Zihao folded all the papers one by one, fastened the lock again, and said, "Brother will help you find a living one."

"I want a handsome daddy."

Mo Zihao didn't speak anymore, Ling Kexin grabbed the collar of her chest with both hands, feeling sore and aching, she ran downstairs, rushed into the kitchen, turned on the faucet, scooped up water and splashed it on her face one after another.

"Di..." At this moment, a car whistle sounded outside, and then someone rang the doorbell.

Ling Kexin paused, and when she heard the sound of little messy footsteps on the stairs, she immediately rushed out of the kitchen, followed the two children, and ran outside the villa.

"Uncle Mo?" When Mo Xinnian saw Mo Erye, her eyes immediately shone like stars in the sky. She ran over and helped Mo Erye open the courtyard door.

"Xinnian!" Mo Erye held a few gift boxes in both hands, still bent down, and hugged Mo Xinnian with his own arms.

Mo Xinnian put her arms around his neck, and pressed her small face against his, as if they had known each other for a hundred years.

The expression on Mo Zihao's face was ever-changing. In the end, the tense facial lines gradually eased. He stood still and turned his head to look at his mother behind him. Seeing that her face was dripping wet and the hair on her forehead was disheveled, he couldn't help frowning again. eyebrow.

Just as he was about to take his mother back to tidy up, Mo Erye called him, "Come on, Zihao, help me get the presents in."

Mo Zihao paused, without turning around, Mo Erye called Ling Kexin again, "What's wrong? Xin'er, help me quickly."

Ling Kexin woke up as if from a dream. She wiped the drops of water off her face, and pulled Mo Zihao over. As soon as she took the gift box from his hand, Mo Erye's hand gently wrapped her arms around her waist. He smiled and said, "I like the two babies very much, and I really want to know if they would like to call me Daddy."

Mo Xinnian's eyes widened, her mouth was wide open, "Daddy? Why nirvana?"

"Because I like it." Mo Erye kissed her on the face, Mo Xinnian raised her small hand to wipe it off, but quickly gave up, grinned, and held Mo Erye's face in his hands. Kissed her right cheek.

"Xinnian calls first." Mo Erye tightened one arm, leaned Ling Kexin against his chest, and turned his head to look up at Mo Xinnian, who was half a head taller than him.

Mo Xinnian pulled her lips, put her hands under her chin shyly, under her neatly cut bangs, her eyes rolled around, and finally fell on Ling Kexin's face, "Mummy, can you?"