When Mo Yan heard this, a faint light crossed his deep phoenix eyes.

Juvenile?

At first glance, do you feel fate?

Hehe.

It sounded like his little Momo fell in love with that golden-eyed kid at first sight.

It's really- it's unpleasant enough!

At the first time, dozens of jars of aged vinegar were overturned, and there was a sour smell in the air, which could not be hidden.

"Yes."

The voice is not cold, with a cold, nine sour.

"Uh-huh." Zi Qianmo obviously didn't receive Mo Dayan's resentful radio waves, and desperately wanted to introduce the golden-eyed boy to Mo Dayan, "I think he is very kind, very kind." ”

Mo Yan's handsome face sank.

Just be kind.

It's also very kind?!

The level of vigilance in my heart soared from two stars to ten stars.

"It's like-" Zi Qianmo thought hard for a moment, and finally his eyes lit up, "It's like my son!" ”

At this moment, Mo Yan's face immediately turned black to the bottom of the pot.

Son?

Son???

She hasn't gotten over this yet!!

In the past, he was always raised as a son and claimed to be a bully in front of him. Yes, he spent a lot of effort to reverse her misconception.

He thought it was foolproof, and he could finally change the relationship with her from a bully and a child to a normal lover.

Who would have thought that she would take advantage of his inattention and turn her head to find a new son?!

Mo Yan was so angry in his heart.

It almost exploded on the spot.

But no matter how angry she is, she can't show it in front of her sweetheart, and if she doesn't say anything, she will scare her away. Pay for one's whistle.

This fire can only be mixed with the sour taste of jealousy, held together, and fermented repeatedly in the depths of the heart.

"How old is he? Can you be your son? ”

Although he had tried to suppress it, his tone was already a little out of control.

Zi Qianmo was sluggish, and he didn't feel it, and replied, "Twelve or thirteen years old." ”

Ink Vinegar God Yan's face was a little more ugly.

Very good.

Twelve or thirteen years old.

Teenagers of this age are the most likely to fall in love.

He could almost imagine what an indelible impression his little Momo, like a fairy who fell from the sky, would leave an indelible impression on the young man's heart after he rescued him from the dire situation!

"You're only fifteen, two or three years older than him."

"Sixteen ......"

"Sixteen in a few days." Mo Vinegar God Yan ruthlessly dismantled her, "You are still fifteen, and you have no defense." ”

Zi Qianmo: "......"

Okay.

How do you feel that Mo Dayan is weird, it's like eating a powder pot.

As soon as he spoke, he breathed fire outward.

Can't afford to mess with.

"In short, it's good to be anything, but you can't be a son!" Ink Vinegar God Yan almost gritted his teeth.

Didn't he just upgrade from "smashing"?

What if that little rabbit cub with golden eyes is as thoughtful as him, and he routines his little Momo step by step, and puts Xiao Momo into the pit?

Ah, no.

How can he think of himself like this, he is not a pit, he is Xiao Momo's happiest destination.

"Uh." A drop of cold sweat crossed the corner of Zi Qianmo's forehead.

Today's Mo Dayan is really difficult to deal with.

She thought hard about it, and changed her words, "If you don't want to be a son, will you become a godson?" ”

Mo Yan: "!! ”

Tell me what the difference is.