1366 Don't touch me with Your Dirty Pig Trotters
Mo Liuxi pouted. “That’s true. If I were your father, I would have felt the same way.
Sighing, Yan Su asked, “Will you be joining us for dinner or not?”
Mo Liuxi grunted, his mood suddenly turning foul.
Five minutes later, Yan Jin came toddling out with his Peppa pig backpack.
Yan Su opened the car door and waved at him excitedly. Yan Jin’s eyes lit up, and he flashed them a brilliant smile, toddling along even faster now.
When he got to the car, he hopped onto the leather seats.
Before he could shout “sister,” he noticed a stranger sitting next to Yan Su. He was examining Mo Liuxi, a guy who was dressed just like the models in the magazines. Yan Jin was wary all of a sudden and jumped into Yan Su’s arms, “Ma, I missed you so much.”
Yan Su was startled.
“Mo Liuxi, what’s wrong with you? How could you think that of me?” Yan Su felt anger welling up inside her. She grabbed a cushion behind her and threw it at his face, “This is my brother, dumbbell. All right?”
“But he’s calling you Ma,” Mo Liuxi shouted.
“Ma, he’s mean.” Yan Jin was snuggling deeper into her arms. Yan Su didn’t know whether to be angry or amused. She felt as if she were dealing with two children at the moment.
“Jin, I’m going to be angry if you keep this up.” Yan Su cupped his tiny face in her hands. “I’m going to call Ma and tell her that you don’t want her anymore.”
“No, no,” Yan Jin shook his head quickly. “There’s a saying that an older sister is like a mother. I’m not wrong in that sense.”
Yan Su sighed. She hadn’t seen her little brother in a while, and he had grown so much since then. He could say all these sophisticated things now, showing off his knowledge and everything.
“I believe you, I believe you now,” Mo Liuxi nodded his head suddenly. “Your son wouldn’t be as intelligent as he is.”
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Pfft! What nerve! She wished she could just get out of the car. They hadn’t even arrived at the restaurant, and they were already bickering.
Sighing, Yan Su asked, “Will you be joining us for dinner or not?”
Mo Liuxi grunted, his mood suddenly turning foul.
Five minutes later, Yan Jin came toddling out with his Peppa pig backpack.
Yan Su opened the car door and waved at him excitedly. Yan Jin’s eyes lit up, and he flashed them a brilliant smile, toddling along even faster now.
When he got to the car, he hopped onto the leather seats.
Before he could shout “sister,” he noticed a stranger sitting next to Yan Su. He was examining Mo Liuxi, a guy who was dressed just like the models in the magazines. Yan Jin was wary all of a sudden and jumped into Yan Su’s arms, “Ma, I missed you so much.”
Yan Su was startled.
“Mo Liuxi, what’s wrong with you? How could you think that of me?” Yan Su felt anger welling up inside her. She grabbed a cushion behind her and threw it at his face, “This is my brother, dumbbell. All right?”
“But he’s calling you Ma,” Mo Liuxi shouted.
“Ma, he’s mean.” Yan Jin was snuggling deeper into her arms. Yan Su didn’t know whether to be angry or amused. She felt as if she were dealing with two children at the moment.
“Jin, I’m going to be angry if you keep this up.” Yan Su cupped his tiny face in her hands. “I’m going to call Ma and tell her that you don’t want her anymore.”
“No, no,” Yan Jin shook his head quickly. “There’s a saying that an older sister is like a mother. I’m not wrong in that sense.”
Yan Su sighed. She hadn’t seen her little brother in a while, and he had grown so much since then. He could say all these sophisticated things now, showing off his knowledge and everything.
“I believe you, I believe you now,” Mo Liuxi nodded his head suddenly. “Your son wouldn’t be as intelligent as he is.”
“…”
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Pfft! What nerve! She wished she could just get out of the car. They hadn’t even arrived at the restaurant, and they were already bickering.