finally finished the play in front of Mo Anli, and before Mo An'an's children had just breathed a sigh of relief, the second arduous task came again.

But fortunately, she doesn't need to act much this time, just hand her a small note to her brother.

It should be a lot easier than last time......

Uh, maybe......

I hope so......

Mo An'an walked out of the kindergarten, walked around half the street with cheerful steps, and successfully found her brother's car.

Walking over obediently, Mo Anli opened the door for her, her thin lips opened slightly, and just as she wanted to speak, she handed over something to her.

Pink, heart-shaped.

Behind the note, Mo Anxin's innocent little face was revealed: "Brother, I can't read it." ”

Well? Can't read it?

Mo Anli took it, and his slender fingers were taken apart, and it was a font he was familiar with.

Mo Anli suddenly saw it, and suddenly felt that it was a mistake for him to write a sentence like "Is it good to marry me".

Wouldn't it be a big laughing stock if others knew? Do you want an image?

However, apart from Mo Anxin and her little brother Cheng Ying, there will be no fourth person who knows about it.

Then, Mo Anli saw a fourth person appear.

The note was turned over, and it was a line of immature font, although neat, but obviously childish, and it looked like it was written by a child.

"Don't worry, don't even think about it!"

However, it was not this that attracted Mo Anli's attention, but the following line of English.

didn't look at the content, just glanced at the font, Mo Anli was attracted.

The beautiful italic characters are delicate and beautiful, but they are very chic and neat, and Mo Anli expressed his great appreciation.

Really beautiful words, at a glance will make people feel very comfortable, and you can't help but think that this person must be just as chic, and you can't help but want to get acquainted.

The so-called words are like their people.

Even if it's written in English, it doesn't make a difference.

The person who writes must be a beautiful and neat girl.

Mo Anli thought so.

"Lovely Mo An'an child, I agree to give Cheng Ying to you! He's yours, don't thank me! ”

Mo Anli: ......

This parent, the two of us have a fight.

Such a young child, is it really good for you to say this?

However, it doesn't seem that he is much better......

Mo Anli couldn't help but smile slightly, and Mo Anxin, who was always paying attention to her brother's expression, tilted her head.

It can only be said that he must have met a fellow practitioner.

Anyone who has younger siblings knows that this kind of thing is generally only happening when the babies are just born, at most when they are two years old, the more they look at it, the more itchy they are, and all kinds of kneading and bullying.

That kind of real sister control brother control or something, in fact, rarely exists, and pinching each other is the daily life of most brothers and sisters, unless the age difference between the two people is really very big.

That's because people who have experienced changing diapers, etc., or snatching things, etc., are difficult to have infinite affection for the culprit.

Even if you don't pinch and your younger siblings take the initiative to pinch you, there are few people who won't fight back.

After all, it is much more interesting to let TA follow you, listen to your words, and watch TA eat deflated than if you follow TA, listen to TA's words, and let TA watch you eat deflated.

Our Mo Dashao and Miss Cheng are both such realistic and down-to-earth temperaments.

Pet? Inexistent! All I can say is---- "Come on, hurt each other~"

Cough, speaking of which, Mo Anli covered the note in the palm of his hand, and the corners of his mouth pursed slightly.

Who is the other party? Is it Cheng Ying's mother?

No, no, I feel very young when I look at the handwriting, and I shouldn't be a mother. It's a shame if it's her mother.

Because......