Hearing her ask, a suspicious flush flashed on Chenchen's face, and she said with a slight stumble:

"It's not a robbery! You want to trade your cookies for them. ”

The six-year-old child already has the ability to basically distinguish between right and wrong, and when Mo Xiaoyou saw her reaction, he basically put this kowtow incident in the category of "if you don't do it, you won't die", and naturally she has no intention of revenge.

She silently nibbled on the orange petal in her hand, and when she turned her head, she saw a fair-looking boy standing outside the door frame.

The boy was about eight or nine years old, and he was supposed to be a very beautiful child, but unfortunately the traces of surgery on his mouth were too obvious, which greatly discounted his original perfect appearance. Seeing the ink demon, the expression on his face stiffened for a moment.

"Flowers! You big badass! What are you doing here?! Get out! ”

Seeing that Mo Xiaoyou's eyes froze a little, Chenchen, who was still chattering, also stopped and looked at the door, and then she shouted, breaking the identity of the boy standing outside the door.

Being shouted by Chenchen like this, the boy's face was obviously even more stiff, but this time he did not turn around and leave like he had done a few times before, but took a step forward and entered the room of Mo Xiaoyou and Chenchen.

As soon as he entered the room, the little boy ignored Chenchen, who was screaming, and only cherished a small box from behind him, carefully opened the lid of the box, and pinched out a yellow biscuit with a small cherry on it.

The biscuit in his hand was no longer fresh, and the red cherries on it were about to lose their color, but judging by their integrity, they should have been kept properly.

Mo Xiaoyou didn't reach out to pick it up, she just looked up into the other party's eyes, her face was full of questions, but she didn't say a word.

“…… Here you go. ”

Finally, the boy was the first to resist the long silence and spoke.

"I don't want it."

Who knows, Mo Xiaoyou refused with one mouth, and Chen Chen, who was about to reach out to take the biscuit, directly grew her mouth, but she knew how precious Junmo usually was to the things given by that big sister.

The big sister had come to see them every weekend for the past three years, but she hadn't seen since she said goodbye to herself and Junder on the last weekend a year ago.

From then on, Junder would not let go of all the things that the big sister had bought for her, as if she had collected all the things that the big sister had bought, and the big sister would come back again, desperately putting everything in the small box under her bed.

And she set her eyes on this cherry biscuit when she bought it back from Li's mother, but in the end, it went into Hualuo's hands, and Jung Mo adhered to the consistent style, and went directly to Hualuo to exchange it for a piece of candy she had just gotten.

Hualuo directly refused, Jung Mo still refused to give up, and finally Hua Luo got impatient and directly pushed Jung Mo away.

Who knows, a few steps behind her was a small wooden table, and Jungmer didn't stand still, and slammed his head into the corner of the table.

But now, Hualuo has obviously figured it out and is willing to give her this cookie, why should Junder refuse?!

"Junimer, this is the cherry cookie you wanted when you broke your head, why don't you want it?"

Children are the most direct, and when they have questions, they ask directly.

"I don't like it."

The real lady in the house and the real Lori are very puzzled, and the fake Lori of the ink demon is also very puzzled, she has no love for hard biscuits, not to mention the thousand years as a demon, that is, the more than ten years as a person, she has no special hobby for biscuits.

Since the original owner of this cookie can't get it back when he breaks his head, it means that it is also quite important to the little boy in front of him, and then looking at his solemn posture, Mo Xiaoyou's intuition that this cookie is a trouble.

For trouble, the ink demon has always stayed away.

So when the boy was almost angry and threw the biscuit directly on the ground, and was about to turn his head to leave, Mo Xiaoyou grabbed his hand that was thrown backwards and persuaded him very seriously:

"It's not right to waste food."