Jiu Nuan lowered his head and thought for a while that he didn't call his parents when he was sick, and estimated that the money could not be repaid for the time being: "The operation fee, don't be in a hurry to pay it back." ”

"I'll give it to you tomorrow."

"If you don't have one, you can wait a few days."

Mo Liang looked at her, hiding the corners of his mouth that he was about to curl.

"Good"

Looking at the two people who walked out, Mo Liang was stunned for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he swept to a yogurt box on the table.

Mo Liang stared at the box of yogurt for a moment, and sneered.

"To you"

……

Her handwriting is very good, just like her person, with a little cuteness in her heroic spirit.

But she left an empty bottle and wrote a note to tell him, does she think she likes yogurt boxes in addition to yogurt?

How can a girl be so sand sculpted.

……

The door of the ward opened, and a boy in a blue sweatshirt came in, and soon ran to Mo Liang.

"Black soil, what's wrong with you, where are you hurt, that king bastard, tell me, I'll kill him."

Every time Mo Liang had an accident, Yan Cheng would call him Heitu in a hurry.

He said that he wanted to give Mo Liang a name that was easy to feed, and later thought that the name Dog Egg was the best, but Mo Liang didn't like it, and said that if he dared to call it once, he would call himself Chrysanthemum.

Chrysanthemums are chrysanthemums, but they are still flowers, and then despite his objections, they called him a year's dog.

I was called a chrysanthemum for a year.

Later, which two lacks told themselves the meaning of chrysanthemums?

Think about grievances.

He could only endure the hatred and dismantle his surname, called Black Earth! The black soil is easy to feed.

…

As soon as Yan Cheng came in, he was like a cannon barrel, and he was so angry that he almost kicked his legs to vent his anger.

Cang Shaoze, who was behind him, stood beside him.

"What's going on?"

"Appendicitis."

"Coming by yourself?"

Mo Liang held the yogurt box with his fingers and pinched it gently.

"It's not"

Mo Liang explained the matter in detail, and Yan Chengcai put away his anger.

Began to gossip all over his face.

Cang Shaoze on the side was much calmer, sitting on the chair that Jiu Nuan had just sat on.

"You're not going to go back?"

"I'd rather cut ties with him."

The three of them are all small, so they naturally know the situation at home.

……

When Mo Liang was ten years old, her mother was suddenly bedridden, and it didn't take long for Mo Liang to die.

A month later, his father brought back a mother and son outside, the boy was only a month younger than him, and his name was Mo Yu.

So some neighbors said: This is the junior raised by Mo's father outside, and the boy who brought it back looks like Mo's father and other Yunyun.

At first, Mo Liang just listened, but he still didn't feel very comfortable, why did his mother just die, so he brought back a pair of mother and son.

Suddenly, one day, while the two adults were not in the villa, Mo Yu found Mo Liang and pointed to his nose and said:

"You're the son of that junior, and you really look cheap.

What kind of mother gives birth to what son, your mother is a vixen.

The man who specializes in stealing other people's homes, shameless, you are the same, now this home is mine, get out of here quickly. ”

The eyes of the little ink coolness were red, and someone actually slandered his mother like this.

Mo Liang grabbed Mo Yu's shirt and raised his hand to punch him in the face.

Bent leg kicked on his lower abdomen, and Mo Yu was knocked to the ground by him.

still keeps talking, "Your mother is a vixen, she is a slut, and you are the same slut when she was born." ”