Chapter 228
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Although he was not liked by his biological mother, he was really hungry.
"Auntie, give me a set of chopsticks."
"Second Young Master, please wait a moment."
Mo Xu sat directly on his sister-in-law's seat and began to tease his little nephew:
"I think I heard … you want to sleep with me?"
Quadrakill (Quadrakill)
Sure enough, the little guy shuddered and looked at Mo Xu with anger.
Angry!
Why did Second Uncle still mention this matter!
Couldn't he forget?
It was impossible to forget. He even had to add fuel to the fire:
"When will it be your second uncle's turn?"
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The angry little guy could not hold it in in the end. His face was as fierce as a little lion's. He bared his sharp teeth and bit down on Mo Xu's hand.
"Hiss! F * ck! "
Immediately, the room was filled with the sound of Mo Er gasping in pain.
Her sharp little teeth bit him so hard that he felt a piercing pain.
It wasn't that he couldn't pull his hand away, but if he forcefully pulled it away, he would definitely hurt this little guy. For this reason, he could only endure it.
The adults in the room were a little stunned. Mother Mo was the first to react and quickly went forward:
"Ning Ning, be good. Listen to Grandma and let go of him first, okay?"
At this moment, Old Master Mo and Father Mo also came back to their senses and stood up.
"Aiyo, Great-grandfather's good grandson, don't bite your second uncle. His meat doesn't taste good."
Mo Er, who was in so much pain that he was in tears, almost died on the spot when he heard his grandfather's words.
Fortunately, the angry little lion finally let go.
The skin on the back of Mo Xu's hand was broken and bleeding. His mouth was full of fresh teeth marks.
"F * ck, Mo Zhining, you brat!"
However, just as he finished speaking, his mother slapped him:
"What are you shouting for? Do you believe that I won't beat you to death personally if you scare Ning Ning? "
Mo Xu pursed his lips. He really wanted to say that he was the one who was injured now, okay?
Father Mo, who was behind him, only patted him comfortingly:
"Go and treat your wound first."
As for blaming him, how could that be possible?
Son and grandson … Of course, the grandson was more popular.
Mo Xu bitterly followed Uncle Jin to the side. The medical kit was already placed on the coffee table.
"Uncle Jin, be gentle."
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