"Then why were you crying and fussing just now?"

was asked by Moxi, and then looked at Mo Xiong's cowering appearance, Mo Bai suddenly realized.

It turned out that Mo Xiong didn't say a word, he was pretending that he was afraid of Mo Bai's strength.

“...... I ......"

Mo Xiong looked at Mo Bai and stopped talking.

"Don't be bold enough to say it." Moxi comforted Moxiong, "If it's really your sister's fault, grandpa won't be partial." ”

Moxiong remained silent.

Mo Bai was very confident, she raised her chin and motioned for Mo Xiong to continue.

“…… Sister ......" Mo Xiong was stared at by Mo Bai and said intermittently, "...... I was wrong......"

"Is it a heartfelt confession?"

Mo Bai snorted coldly from the tip of his nose, pressing step by step, with distrust between the lines.

"Ryoko."

After all, Mo Xiong is only eight years old now, and he has an advantage in age.

Mossi was soft-hearted and came out to intervene, "Your brother is still young, even if he makes a mistake, pay attention in the future." ”

"Later?" Mo Bai asked Moxi rhetorically, "I don't know when Grandpa said this." ”

When people are confused, where do they still consider the dignity of the old and the young.

This kind of ink white was seen once when Mossi was in the hospital.

In Messi's eyes, the current ink white was sharp, as if he had been pierced with thorns.

He really didn't understand why when he met Han Cuihua's mother and son, Mo Bai, who was usually sensible and well-behaved, became a face that wanted to eat people.

"Ryoko."

After all, Messi is an elder, "When Ah Xiong is older, let's reason with him......"

Mobai clearly disagreed with Messi's theory.

Today, she's deliberately amplifying things.

I saw Mo Bai hook his lips and said to Moxi: "As the saying goes, three years old looks old, and if you have a mother, you must have a son." ”

"That Moxiong has grown up beside Han Cuihua since he was a child, and now he is eight years old, it is better to choose a day than to hit the day, if he doesn't correct his pregnancy in time, when he is older, it will be too late to change it."

"yes. Uncle. ”

Hearing this, Moxi turned around, and just as he was worried about educating his children, Mo Nan's appearance relieved him.

"This kind of education has to start from the child's childhood."

Mo Nan, who wore Han Cuihua's clothes, joined them in the conversation.

Messi was preached by his niece and granddaughter at the same time, and with the herd mentality, he dispelled the old ideas that he had adhered to.

"Ah Xiong." With a serious expression on his face, he squatted down and said to Mo Xiong, "Since you made a mistake, apologize to your sister." ”

No matter how mature Mo Xiong's psychological age is, he can't stand that he is a child now, and in terms of crossing conditions, he has already lost to Mo Bai.

Outnumbered.

Mo Xiong cowered, he lowered his head, "Sister." I'm sorry. ”

These five words, fluttering, have no force.

Compared with what Uncle Scum did with himself before the crossing, the apology is too insignificant.

"Ryoko." Messi made a round, "Since my brother has apologized, you will forgive him this time." ”

If you make a mistake, you can be forgiven, and don't all the murderers in the world run around the world?

"Nope."

When Mosy heard Mo Bai's rebuttal, he felt that she was too angry, and he was angry: "When did you learn to be so unreasonable?" ”

"Grandpa." Mo Bai suddenly turned around, looked at Mo Xiong and smiled, she shrugged her shoulders, "For children who are undereducated, there is nothing more memorable than a beating, which will make him unforgettable in his life." ”