Devil Exclusive: Little cute, super fierce

How do you expect that evening star, instead of being hit, still smiles and says, "you don't like me, but I like you. Do you want me to bring food up, or do you want to go downstairs? "

Mo insisted that he didn't speak, just looked at the evening star silently.

"OK, I see." Evening star nodded, "I'll go downstairs and bring you something. Anyway, I know you very well. I know what you like to eat and what you don't like..."

The girl chatters endlessly, but Mo's eyes don't know when to fall on the finger of the evening star.

Just now, when the late star was playing LEGO with Mo quanchen, when he bent down to pick up Lego, his center of gravity was not stable. His fingers accidentally scratched the tip of the coffee table and lost a lot of blood, but now he wrapped a band aid and stopped.

Mo insisted on staring at the band aid on the night star's index finger, and then raised his handsome face without expression.

As soon as the evening star came down a step, he heard someone following behind him.

She looked up and saw that Mo insisted on following.

"Why?" A question mark slowly came out of the evening star's head.

However, Mo insisted that he didn't look at her. He looked at the front without strabismus. His thin lips opened and closed, and spit out three words indifferently, "don't get in the way."

"Don't you eat downstairs? I can bring it up for you

Mo insisted on bypassing her, "no need."

Evening star:... ╮ (╯╭)

She followed.

The family has been sitting down one after another. Mo quanchen runs to Wanxing and looks at his index finger anxiously. "Sister Wanxing, is your index finger really OK? Does it hurt? "

"It doesn't hurt, just a little bit."

"I'm sorry..." Mo quanchen apologized obediently.

Mother Mo, who was sitting on the opposite side, put in a word, "but I've just lost a lot of blood. I'm so sorry for my aunt."

Father Mo: be careful next time. Fortunately, the finger rubbed against the sharp corner, what if the head knocked up?

Mr. Mo took a sip of the soup and looked up at the coffee table in the living room. "Throw that coffee table to me tomorrow and pick a smooth tea table again."

The evening star is a little sad. "No, Grandpa, I was careless just now. I don't think it has anything to do with the coffee table..."

Mr. Mo said solemnly, "don't you think, I want me to think, son, you listen to me, such things with hidden dangers can't stay at home!"

Mo quanchen saw that the edge of Wanxing's band aid had blood on it. He turned around and ran to the medicine box. He found a new band aid and carefully replaced it for Wanxing.

"Thank you." Evening star pinches Mo quanchen's small face.

Mo Quan Chen shook his head, "this is what I should do. It was because you helped me pick up Lego blocks that I got hurt."

Voice just fell, Mo Quan Chen felt a touch of cold, like to ice him in place.

Mo quanchen holds his arm and turns to look, but he sees that Mo insists on speaking without saying a word from just now on. His jaw lines are smooth and tight, and he doesn't eat with a knife and fork in his hand. His dark eyes are staring at him.

Oh no, to be exact, he was staring at him like he was about to eat him.

Mo quanchen:???

Did I provoke you? What are you staring at me for?