"You know clearly that Xiao Mo doesn't accept you being with his brother, but you still do things to hurt him. Do you think you have the face to look at him?"
Is there any?
It seems that Bo Xilang said before that Xiao Mo asked him to come!
Could it be that Xiao Mo was blessing with tears?
Lan Xixi pursed her lips: "Let me talk to Xiao Mo, and I will enlighten him."
"Oh, you think I will let you see him easily?
Go and cook, if I am satisfied with the cooking, I will consider it."
God code!
"Cooking dinner late at night? Besides, your son is sick, do you still have time to eat?" Lan Xixi was furious.
Bo Zhanye held his pocket with one hand, his posture as cold as the moon in the sky:
"It's okay if you don't do it, get out."
Lan Xixi: "..."
You're sick, dog man!
Forget it, she endured it for Xiao Mo.
She bypassed him, went directly to the kitchen, turned on the light and cooked.
About half an hour later, a bowl of fragrant noodles appeared, full of color, flavor and flavor.
Bo Zhanye frowned: "You want to get rid of me with just a bowl of noodles? Do you think I'm a beggar? Or a tramp?"
What happened to the noodles, she also put a lot of thought into it! Besides, beggars only eat leftovers, where can I get this!
Lan Xixi resisted the urge to blow his dog's head off: "Do you want to eat something rich? Okay."
She turned around and went back to the kitchen, took out all the dishes from the refrigerator, and cooked them angrily.
"Is this your attitude when cooking? Are you sure the food you cook with resentment won't be poisonous?"
Lan Xixi paused while holding the kitchen knife.
She swore that she would never want to kill anyone more than this time!
"What exactly do you want to do? Does torturing me give you pleasure?"
happy?
"Get it clear, I'm the one who's unhappy right now." Bo Zhanye's cold and stern voice was like a thousand years of frost, caught in a storm.
Cooking so many dishes for Bo Xilang, dismissing him with a bowl of noodles, and getting angry while cooking, should the differential treatment be so obvious?
The man's breath was extremely cold, like an angry lion.
Lan Xixi's heart trembled.
Why is she...he not happy? Is it because of Xiao Mo's condition that he blames her?
In any case, it is the wisest choice not to pluck the hair from the tiger's head.
She didn't bother to pay attention to her and settled down to cook her own food.
"Brother Ninth, what's wrong with our little ancestor?"
"Master Jiu."
At this time, Mo Nanxi and Xiao Ziyu hurried over, with worries on their faces.
Bo Zhanye retracted his anger: "Who asked you to come?"
"Master Jiu, didn't you say that the young master is sick? I called Young Master Xiao immediately."
"Brother Ninth, I struggled out of my sleep. Let me see how Xiao Mo is doing."
Bo Zhanye: "..."
What a waste!
He glanced at Lan Xixi and said in a deep voice to the two of them: "You don't need to go back."
"Ah? Go back? You haven't seen a doctor yet? But why is Lan Xixi cooking here? Why aren't you there with your little ancestor?" Xiao Ziyu always felt that something was strange.
Mo Nanxi also always felt that something was wrong.
etc!!!
Get rid of Bo Xilang and let Lan Xixi come over!
Oh my God! Could the aloof Master Jiu lie and say that the young master is sick just to see Lan Xixi?
"Well, Mr. Xiao, let's go." After seeing the truth, Mo Nanxi felt that he would be beaten to death for meddling in his own business, so he pulled Xiao Ziyu and was about to leave.
Xiao Ziyu refused: "No, I haven't watched Little Ancestor yet. If there is any problem, you can call me again right after you go home and lie in bed. I'm too lazy to run."
Little ancestor, little ancestor, where are you? Uncle is here to see you."
The sound was slightly loud and directly woke up Bo Xiaomo who was sleeping in the back room.
"Daddy? Uncle Mo? Uncle Xiao? Why are you all outside?"