Mo Xiong listened to Mo Bai's words without temperature, he couldn't help but shudder, in front of Mo Bai, he couldn't ask for any cheapness.

Only at this time did he think about why Han Cuihua always wanted him to read more books.

Mo Xiong's brain couldn't turn, so he felt that Mo Bai was purely a blind cat who met a dead mouse, and only then did he find out about his previous life.

While rubbing his buttocks, which were a little festering from his wounds, he freed his hand and cocked his orchid fingers, keeping it mysterious: "Aren't you just Mo Liang?" ”

Facing the funny scumbag uncle in front of him, thinking of the disgusting soul living in his body, Mo Bai didn't feel that he had done too much.

There was a slight sound of footsteps in his ears, and Mo Bai knew that it was Mo Nan who had made lunch.

"Ah Xiong." Mo Bai showed that she cared about Mo Xiong, and she said: "You said that you are a child, no matter how naughty you are, how can you apply chili oil to the wound yourself?!" ”

Mo Nan pushed the door and called the sister and brother to eat, and when she heard Mo Bai's words of blaming Mo Xiong, she walked up to Mo Xiong in a hurry without saying a word, and took off his cotton pants.

Mo Bai didn't look, and when Mo Nan walked over, she consciously closed her eyes.

The wound on Moxiong's buttocks, because of the effect of chili oil, accelerated the pain, and he grinned: "...... Aunt...... It hurts ......."

"Ryoko."

Mo Nan shouted Mo Bai, "You go and fetch some water, so that when the second uncle comes back, he will see Ah Xiong like this, and he will definitely talk about the two of us." ”

"Hmm."

Mo Bai replied.

Not long after Mo Bai walked out of the wing, Mo Xiong muttered, "Aunt." I'll just tell you about it. ”

"What's the matter?"

Mo Nan picked off Mo Xiong's pants, and only dried his wounds, after all, it was cold in winter, and with the effect of chili oil, Mo Xiong was so painful that he almost fainted again.

"I think Sister Ah may want to kill me."

Hearing Mo Xiong's words, Mo Nan laughed directly.

"Ah Xiong. Is it that Han Cuihua said this bad thing to the root of the ear all day long, and said that bad thing, which caused the girl to start to slander people! ”

At this time, Mo Bai came in with a basin of cold water, she closed her eyes and put the basin down.

Mo Nan fished a cloth from the basin of water, wrung the water and wiped it towards Mo Xiong's injured area.

"How do you usually educate your mother!" Mo Nan said as he strained himself, "Why did you beat a few whips, but you don't have a long memory!" ”

"It's not good to learn anything, you have to learn from the mother who eats in prison!"

Moxiong hurt more than just now, he was like a slaughtered sow on the board, letting out bursts of sorrow.

"The boy has to shout at this little pain, what is the future of him?"

Mo Nan spilled all her previous grievances against Han Cuihua.

Waiting for the chili oil to be completely wiped dry by her, Mo Bai handed over a bottle of white medicinal powder.

Mo Xiong was afraid of Mo Nan and Mo Bai, he only felt that he was still in order to appreciate the charm of those women in the village, so he was controlled to death by these two women.

In the last session, Mo Nan began to apply medicine to Mo Xiong's buttocks.

"Ahh Mo Xiong couldn't bear the pain, so he jumped up from the kang like a dead person, he pointed at Mo Bai and said, "You vicious woman, what is this bottle of medicine?!" ”

Mo Nan sniffed the bottle in his hand, colorless and odorless.

She subconsciously fell into her palm, dipped it a little, and then said, "Ryoko." Isn't this salt? ”

"Huh? Salt? Mo Bai pretended not to know, and he also learned the movements of Mo Nan just now, "Oh my God." It's really salt! ”

All the dumb losses can only be carried by Mo Xiong alone.

He can only turn sideways now, and recuperate.