At the beginning of the cloud and rain, the two of them were lying on the bed to warm up, and the uneasiness in Mo Qing's heart gradually expanded, and he couldn't help but hold An Shuangchi's hand.

Squeeze that hand in your hand to make it feel real.

"Are you hiding something from me?" Mo gently leaned on An Shuangchi's chest and asked.

After hearing her words, the first thing An Shuangchi did was to refute.

"How could it be, how could I hide it from you, no matter what happens, I can't wait to tell you everything, what's the matter, is it that I didn't do my best to make you doubt me like this."

As she spoke, An Shuangchi's fingers lingered ambiguously on Mo Qingrou's body, thinking of what An Shuangchi had done to her, Mo Qingrou subconsciously shook a few times.

This man usually responds to her needs, but every time he turns into a tiger in this kind of thing, she is angry and wants to throw him out every time.

Seeing that Mo stopped gently, An Shuangchi smiled lightly and put her back into her arms, "Don't worry, if I have something to hide from you, wouldn't it be pushing you to the opposite place from me, I'm not stupid to this point." ”

An Shuangchi touched Mo Qing's hair soothingly, but her eyes sank.

There were some things he would rather be gentle on and not know in his life, as long as he was out in the way.

At this time, Mo Qingrou was pressed into his arms, naturally he couldn't see the ups and downs in his eyes, but he was suspicious, so he didn't think about it anymore.

By the time the two of them packed up and got up, Cuicui, who was guarding outside, was already red.

I have to say that since Cuicui followed, her quality of life has improved rapidly, and now she finally understands why the ancients liked to find so many maids to serve them.

"Master, this is dinner." Cuicui blushed and brought up the warm dishes, but before she knew it, it was already dark, and Mo gently and hatefully kicked An Shuang for a while.

If it weren't for him, how could she be a little unable to raise her head in front of Cuicui now, this hateful man.

How could An Shuangchi not know what she was thinking in her heart, her foot reached over and kicked him, and he hooked his leg and trapped, so that her leg was trapped between his legs and couldn't move.

Seeing that these two masters started again, Cuicui's face was red and about to drip blood, so she hurriedly cleaned up the table and left in a hurry.

"You bastard." After Cuicui left, Mo Qingrou couldn't help but go to An Shuangchi's side and hit him a few times hard.

It's a pity that An Shuangchi has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and this painless force hits his body like an itch.

"Don't fight, your hand doesn't hurt." An Shuangchi smiled and held her hand in the palm of her hand, while pretending to be intimate and touching it, saying that it sounded good that she cared about her, and if it didn't sound good, it was rubbing oil here.

Mo Qingrou has always had nothing to do with his appearance, but fortunately, after being together for so long, he has summed up a set of ways to deal with it, that is, to ignore it, and seeing that An Shuangchi is this mixed appearance again, he simply turned his head, ignored him, and concentrated on eating.

After a long time and no response from her, An Shuangchi would feel bored and let go naturally.

"It's delicious." Seeing that Mo Qingrou ignored herself, An Shuangchi touched her nose, sandwiched a piece of crispy chicken with green onions on the table and sent it to Mo Qingrou's bowl.

Mo snorted softly and coldly, and was about to throw out the piece of meat with the chopsticks, but An Shuangchi hurriedly stopped it.

"Do you know how this chicken is made?" An Shuangchi raised her eyebrows, looking at Mo Qing's gentle eyes with a slight provocation.

The desire to win in Mo Qing's heart suddenly popped up, and he also raised his eyebrows and looked back at An Shuangchi's appearance.

Seeing that Qingrou was finally willing to pay attention to herself, An Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, and gave her another piece with a smile.

"This is made from a two-month-old chicken, and two days before cooking, it is kept in a cage, and it is not given any food except the prepared sauce, and when it is ready to be made into food, its meat will permeate the flavor of the sauce."

Mo frowned slightly, "Chickens have always eaten rice and the like, how could they be willing to eat that undelicious sauce, maybe you made up a story to coax me." ”

An Shuangchi laughed, "It's just a small allusion, why should I coax you, that chicken has been hungry for a few days, and even the stones in front of it have to be swallowed at that time, let alone a mere sauce." ”

It also makes sense, Mo Qing's mind didn't know why the scene they saw on the side of the road suddenly appeared.

When she was on the street, she once saw a little beggar, who looked to be no more than five years old, and for some reason was living on the street, and when she saw him, he was holding a filthy steamed bun in his hand.

This scene fell in Mo Qing's eyes, and he only felt infinitely sad, how could he end up at the age when he was supposed to be coquettish in front of his parents, and even the dog on the side of the road was waiting for him to take the steamed bun that fell unsteadily.

Seeing this, the little beggar was stunned and held the steamed bun in his hand with his small hand, staring at the big dog beside him vigilantly, Mo couldn't bear to look at it gently, and only let Dark Si take some silver for him.

At the time, I thought it was nothing, but now that I think about it, something is wrong, he is so young, how can he use silver, and even if he can use it, how can he ensure that those big beggars will not rob him.

Mo Qingrou, who was still arguing with herself, suddenly fell silent, An Shuangchi frowned, as if she was dissatisfied with her distracted behavior in front of her, and took her over domineeringly.

"What do you think about so distractedly." An Shuangchi's dissatisfied voice came from the top of her head, and her hand was still wandering over her body.

Mo gently slapped his messy hand off his body and told the scene he saw on the street.

"You mean, you want to adopt that little beggar?" An Shuangchi raised her eyebrows and looked at Mo Qingrou noncommittally.

Mo gently hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "I don't want to adopt him, I just want to bring him back first and raise him well, and then find him a good family with no children at home to entrust." ”

Mo Qingrou felt too much when she said this, at this time she still wanted to make trouble for Shuangchi, originally there was one of her who was already busy enough for Shuangchi, and now she still wants to be greedy and add a child.

And Shuang Chi wanted a child of their own so much, she not only repeatedly refused, but now she also made such excessive demands.

Mo Qingrou's expression darkened, and he lowered his head, yes, they are all unable to protect themselves now, why should they bring that child back, and how can they be sure that they can bring happiness to that child.

"I sound like a good idea, if you like to let Dark Four bring it back, it's just a milk doll of a few years old, I can't afford to eat with him, just a little, it must have been washed and cleaned when it is brought to me, I don't like the smell of them."

An Shuangchi is a little clean, and he is already very happy to be able to get his regression Mo Qingrou, where else can there be, just nodded excitedly.

Dark Si has always been very efficient, and it was only half an hour after An Shuangchi said this, and the child was already standing cramped in front of the two of them.

Of course, it has been washed by the dark four, and it is very different from the image of the beggar you see on the street.

This child was different from the little doll he had seen before, although he stood in front of the two strangers, he was not nervous except for a little cramped, and he could even smile brightly at them.

"Master, this kid has to hold this in his hand, and we can't help it." Dark Four stood aside, looking at the half of the dirty mud-stained steamed bun that the child was holding tightly in his hand, and couldn't help but shake his head.

He really didn't know what was so good about this dirty steamed bun, and he was standing in front of his master and refused to let go.

"I remember you, you are the kind sister who gave me the silver on the street today." The little beggar pointed at Mo Qingrou and said with a smile.

It was enough for a beggar to have such a demeanor in front of them to surprise Mo Qingrou, especially when he stood in front of An Shuangchi, there was no trace of fear on his face, and even An Shuangchi had to look up at him.

"Why are you living on the streets?" An Shuangchi spoke, without a single superfluous word.

The little beggar smiled, "Naturally, because no one wants me anymore, if I don't beg on the streets, I will starve to death." ”

The little beggar's eyes were bright, with a light that did not belong to his age, and an unknown beggar whose behavior did not match his current age appeared beside Mo Qingrou.

An Shuangchi naturally wanted to be a little wary of this kind of person who suddenly appeared and tried to get close to Mo Qingrou.

"Who is your father?" An Shuangchi then asked.

"I don't know, I grew up from a beggar pile, there was originally a grandfather with me, but unfortunately he died last year, I can only beg outside, but children always ask for more money than adults, so there are many people who plan to recognize me as a son."

Speaking of this, the little beggar stretched his neck proudly, as if what a great thing this was.

Mo snorted softly and laughed, "Of course I want to rush to get you, you are still young, if anyone can recognize you as a son, your money will be theirs, and they are not stupid, how can they let go of this piece of fat in front of them." ”

After a pause, Mo Qingrou seemed to suddenly remember something, and her tone of voice became cold.

"Is the silver I gave you this morning still on you, has it been robbed by someone else?" Mo's soft tone was a little heavier, with a hint of imperceptible nervousness.