The woman walked from the shadow of the corridor to the light at the door because she was holding the heart that almost fell, and Mo Xiaoyou was able to see the woman's appearance clearly.

She has a very clean and beautiful face, her hair is combed into a high bun, and she looks very noble and elegant with a well-tailored dress and a pair of high heels of the same color.

And although her words at the moment were reproachful, her voice was still very gentle. Obviously very cultured.

Seeing this, a sincere smile appeared on Mo Xiaoyou's face - this woman and the Chaoxin in her arms really resemble her own mother and daughter.

Chenchen, who was still fierce just now, suddenly became timid when she saw the beautiful woman, and she took two steps back helplessly.

Xu is the other party is the ideal appearance of her mother in her heart, Chenchen's eyes were full of admiration, but she didn't dare to say a word and retreated to Hualuo's side.

Xu is a few years older than Mo Xiaoyou and Chenchen, Hualuo looks much calmer, he subconsciously pulled Chenchen behind him, staring at the woman in front of him with a pair of good-looking eyes, but the words he said were extremely cold:

"You are not welcome. Please leave. “

Mo Xiaoyou was stunned for a moment when she saw the expression on the woman's face, and knew that the other party had never received such a cold reception, she was a little worried that the woman would say something mean, so she hurriedly said weakly:

"Chaoxin, thank you for coming to see me."

The room was originally extremely quiet, but as soon as she opened her mouth, several people immediately looked at her.

The moment the woman saw the ink demon, for some reason, she was suddenly stunned on the spot. Chenchen and Hualuo were speechless in surprise because of her sudden polite attitude.

Seeing that they didn't speak, just in a daze, the sick ink demon had to cough lightly twice, and when he continued to speak, his voice was even more polite and detached:

"Hello Auntie, ahem...... But I'm sick, so don't infect you and Chaoxin. Thank you for coming to see me. ”

With that, she pretended to pick up a picture book at the bedside, intending to "send the book away".

Who knew that seeing her cold appearance, Chaoxin suddenly sobbed.

She took a few steps closer to the ink demon who was sitting on the bed reading a book, and regardless of the book she was holding in her hand, she grabbed her hand and said:

"Xiao Mo, I'm sorry, if I hadn't given you those two pieces of cold watermelon, you wouldn't have gotten sick, and you wouldn't have missed your parents' adoption."

Mo Xiaoyou pulled her hand out of her cold hands, glanced at the number of pages of the book in her hand slowly, and then closed the page, the expression on her face did not change at all:

"Chaoxin, you didn't mean it that day. Isn't it? ”

When she asked this, her voice was calm, her face was indifferent, and there was not even the slightest fluctuation of emotions.

Hua Luo and Chenchen's eyes were even more surprised, obviously they didn't expect that Jungmo, who was polite a moment ago, would ask such a heart-piercing question with one mouth.

"It's not! Xiao Mo, why do you think so? How could I ......"

"Isn't that it?"

Without waiting for Chaoxin to finish explaining, Mo Xiaoyou cut off her words, preventing her from continuing to play freely.

"If you didn't mean to, why do you apologize?"

Her childish voice was calm, but it made Chaoxin, who was already full of guilt, blush, and didn't know what to say. She was a little embarrassed, but she couldn't refute the calm question of the villain in front of her.