Chapter 31: Su Xiaomi, why are you so embarrassed?
Su Xiangdong and Mo Beixiao turned back at the same time.
The girl behind her got up from the ground with a dirty face, and a few hairs even stuck to her mouth.
She stupidly picked up the breakfast in her hand and checked it, and then looked up at the two men in the distance with a simple face, "It's okay, the breakfast is not bad!" ”
Su Xiangdong sighed helplessly, walked over on crutches, and helped Su Xiaomi tear the hair off her mouth while taking the breakfast, and dusted her off by the way, "How reckless, there is an elevator, why do you climb the stairs." ”
Su Xiaomi laughed embarrassedly, "I'm afraid you guys are too hungry, there are too many people in the elevator downstairs, so I didn't squeeze in, so I climbed the stairs up." ”
"It's only fifteen floors, and I'm not tired."
Su Xiangdong stretched out his hand and poked her forehead, "We are such big people, and we are not hungry, why are we tired like this?" ”
Su Xiaomi smiled awkwardly, and subconsciously raised her eyes to look at Mo Beixiao who was in a wheelchair, "The main reason is that I am afraid that he will be hungry." ”
"He eats breakfast at about this time every day."
It's too late, and she is afraid that Mo Beixiao will lose his temper at her here.
Although Su Xiaomi always knew that Mo Beixiao was angry at her or something, he was a paper tiger, and he would not be angry with her for a long time.
But Su Xiangdong didn't know.
She was afraid that after Mo Beixiao was angry at her here, her uncle would feel that she would be wronged at home after she got married.
Thinking of this, she hurriedly handed him Mo Beixiao's copy, "I'm very punctual, it's not too late." ”
Mo Beixiao frowned, glanced at the time, and it happened to be stuck at ten o'clock in the morning.
It was indeed his usual time for breakfast.
The man glanced at Su Xiaomi with disgust, "Wipe your face, it's ugly." ”
Su Xiaomi was stunned, took out her mobile phone and glanced at herself.
It's really ugly and embarrassing.
The girl dressed in white T took out her coat pocket, but did not find a tissue, and just wanted to go to the bathroom, there was an extra navy blue handkerchief in front of her.
The handkerchief was handed over by a pair of large, slender knuckles.
She subconsciously took it, "Thank you." ”
"Go back and wash me ten times and give it back to me."
Mo Beixiao's voice was a little disdainful, "Su Xiaomi, do you know that we asked you to buy breakfast, not because you were hungry, but because we wanted to stop you from saying something that you couldn't let you know." ”
"Why are you in such a hurry to come back? Afraid that your uncle will tell you about wetting the bed when you were five years old? ”
Su Xiaomi's face changed completely, she turned her eyes and glared at Mo Beixiao, "Who still wets the bed at the age of five!?" ”
"You, your uncle just told me."
The man took the soy milk handed over after the straw was inserted very loudly, "Look, your face is so red, you just admit it." ”
"Su Xiaomi, why are you so embarrassed?"
His underbeaten face made Su Xiaomi's hand clench into a fist at his side, "Mo Beixiao, you are slandering!" My uncle wouldn't say that! ”
"I have nothing to do to slander you little people, you are not qualified enough, Su Xiaomi, you dare not face the reality."
"Shut up! I'll settle accounts with you when I get back! ”
"You can turn over and be the master when you go back? What about dreaming? ”
The sound of the two people arguing childishly made Su Xiangdong turn around silently and turn to the window to blow the morning breeze.
He has raised Su Xiaomi for 20 years, and when she married Mo Beixiao two years ago, he was a hundred worries in his heart, afraid that a girl with a sullen personality like Su Xiaomi would be bullied and live a very boring life when she went to a place like the Mo family.
But now it seems......
Mo Beixiao is indeed a suitable husband for her.
In the past, Su Xiaomi would not quarrel with people so energetically.
Maybe the noisy life is more fireworks, and it won't be boring, right?