Chapter 135

Then, she looked at the metaphor in her eyes, which clearly said, "you can't be the stepmother of a child.".

"I just haven't lived with him for a long time." It's not her child. She doesn't know it's normal.

"That's even more incompetent. Parents can't just care about their own enjoyment and ignore their children. They are unqualified parents."

Yu se also wants to refute that Mo Jingyao has happily pointed to a children's clothing, "this one set."

"OK, I'll choose the size." The sales assistant cooperated with Mo Jingyao to choose the size.

So, it only took more than ten minutes for one to choose the style and the other to choose the size

Two carts of things, settlement time, Mo Jing Yao Zhu Xu to Yu SE's arms, "go out and wait for me."

"Oh, yes."

"Mr. is very kind to his wife. The children are so beautiful." When the cashier saw Mo Jingyao, his eyes were straight. The man was so handsome.

Mo Jingyao's lip angle has been bent many times in this afternoon.

This time, even the eyes are bent up.

Speechless, he took Zhu Xu and sat on the chair outside, ignoring Mo Jingyao.

In the supermarket just now, she is used to listening to the sentence from left to right.

There was no refutation at that time, and there is no point in refuting it now.

Holding Zhu Xu, she brushes up her mobile phone.

Anyway, Mo Jingyao is there. She is helping him to do charity.

What's more, the contents of those two carts also have his own.

Brush brush, metaphor color suddenly feel wrong.

When he looked up, Mo Jingyao was taking the card to pay the bill. When a black card was handed to the cashier, the cashier exclaimed, "is this the black card in legend?"

"Check out." Mo Jingyao urged the cashier with a cold voice. At the same time, he took a gentle look at the direction of metaphor.

She looks very feminine with her baby in her arms.

Suddenly I thought that if the baby she was holding was born with him, the picture would be even better.

The cashier then regained his mind and quickly brushed his card for Mo Jingyao. Then he saw him carrying four or five bags of big and small bags toward the metaphor. His eyes were full of envy.

"Let's go." Mo Jingyao is carrying things. It is impossible to hold Zhu Xu.

Yu se looked at what he had mentioned and finally said, "you bought so many things. Do you plan to live in an apartment in the future?"

That apartment is his.

If he really wanted to live, she didn't seem to argue.

whose house has the final say.

"Well."

"Hello, that's zhuxu's and me's apartment."

"My share, too."

“……” Yu se was silent. Sure enough, if Mo Jingyao really tried to reason with her, she never seemed to be able to say anything about him.

Out of the supermarket, full of sunshine, there is a sense of quiet years.

"Mo Jingyao, let's take a taxi." He carried a lot of things, she felt that it was a bit improper for him to carry so many things on the road.

A man like him should sit on the bench and give advice.

"No, you'll be back soon."

Mo Jingyao is addicted. He is more and more fond of the sense of seeing a family of three.

When crossing the pedestrian crossing, the original scene of the accident has disappeared.

The only thing that reminds people of a car accident that happened here not long ago is the broken iron fence.

The people who were rescued had already gone to the hospital.

Metaphorical color suddenly thought of a thing, "Mo Jingyao, that person's suit, seems to be the same as you used to wear."

"Well." Mo Jingyao is light, just a word.

"The same color as you."

"Well."

"What a coincidence." Yu se stops and looks at Mo Jingyao's back. His dark purple suit makes him very clear and dignified. However, he feels something in his mind.

She was about to continue to capture when Zhu Xu in her arms woke up and said, "Auntie, have you finished?"

"Well, after buying, you see, your uncle Mo is carrying it."

"Wow, a lot, uncle Mo, did you buy me toys later?" The little guy is excited to slide down from Yu SE's arms, and his two short legs soon catch up with Mo Jingyao.

"No Mo Jingyao glanced down at the spoils of this afternoon. It was his first time to visit a supermarket.

It was the first time I went shopping with a woman and a child in the supermarket. I thought it would be boring. I didn't expect that when I looked at the booty, I felt that life should be like this.

His former life, too monotonous.

Zhu Xu stopped all of a sudden, raised his small face to see Mo Jingyao, "Uncle Mo is a liar, a big liar."

With that, he turned to Yu Se and took Yu SE's hand and ignored Mo Jingyao.Yu se looks at the child's frown, as if Mo Jingyao had really cheated him. But if you look at Mo Jingyao's back, he is a big man. Even if Zhu Xu is not his own, it has nothing to do with him. How can he cheat a little child.

Yu se didn't believe that Mo Jingyao was such a person.

"Uncle Xu, how did you bully Mo?"

Zhu Xu stem small neck, first Du Du small mouth, and then said: "I wash incense for me tonight."

"OK." Metaphorical color does not want to return.

Last night she was going to give Zhu Xu a bath, but Zhu Xu didn't agree. At that time, she also lamented that the child was too independent.

"My aunt is the best." The little guy said, also to show the certainty of shaking the figurative hand, hopping for a while.

The way he hopped was faster than walking.

Therefore, he caught up with Mo Jingyao.

Yu se was about to slow down the speed and march with Mo Jingyao, but he said in a cold voice, "I don't want to go with him."

From "Uncle Mo" to "he" is the process from waking up and asking, "did you buy me toys?".

Mo Jingyao's long legs blocked in front of the two people. Looking at Zhu Xu, he said, "we didn't buy toys in the supermarket, but we bought them online. When we get home, we will arrive."

His face was cold, and when he said this, he changed his gentle attitude towards Zhu Xu, even his voice was full of cold and solemn smell.

At the moment of saying a word, I felt a few degrees around me.

The metaphor is a little confused. I don't know what game the two men are playing.

Take a look at Mo Jingyao, and then look at Zhu Xu. She chooses to be quiet.

Then, I found that Zhu Xu shook her hand and was going to help Mo Jingyao carry things. "Uncle Mo, auntie, she bullied you. It's not proper for you to carry them all by yourself. Xu Xu helps you to carry them."

“……” The metaphor color is more muddled, little guy, this pair of Mo Jingyao is too attentive.

"No, you're young." Mo Jingyao avoided Zhu Xu's small hand and refused to let Zhu Xu carry things for him.