Chapter 225
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Little Pomelo's facial expression changed instantly. She pouted her lips. "How could my mommy be your mommy?"
His black eyes turned and he stared at the little boy with widened eyes. He was alarmed.
Could it be that he didn't have a mommy, so he wanted to snatch her from her?
No way. Mommy belonged to her alone!
The little boy's face darkened. Little infatuated fool, he still didn't understand.
Little Pomelo pursed his lips, as if someone was trying to snatch his mommy away. "Say something!"
The little boy glanced in Mochen's direction. "You have to ask him about this."
Hmph, he used improper means to snatch Little Auntie. It was time for Little Chenzi to receive a little punishment.
Little Pomelo turned his head and looked at Xiang Mochen with a confused expression. His big eyes were extremely clear.
Mochen took a deep look at Little Pomelo and his gaze fell on the little boy coldly. "Who are you to decide my affairs?"
The little boy straightened his back and didn't look at his expression. He muttered softly, "Daddy, stop pretending. I heard Grandpa and Grandma quarreling when they came to Ruyuan that day. The little infatuated fool was upstairs …"
Little Pomelo was annoyed when he heard that. "What did you call me?"
The little boy glanced at Little Pomelo. "Aren't you infatuated enough?"
Little Pomelo said, "Call me that again!"
The little boy said airily, "Do you like to hear it that much?"
Little Pomelo looked at the little boy angrily.
Mochen glanced at the two little boys who were about to fight, turned around and started the car.
In the backseat, Little Pomelo and the little boy stared at each other.
After a long time, Little Pomelo said, "Big pig trotter, apologize to me now!"
The little boy was speechless.
Little love-struck fool, she didn't grasp the main point at all. How could she be so stupid?
Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw Mommy outside the car window with a grown man beside her. Pursing his lips in dissatisfaction, he said, "Daddy, don't bully Mommy in the future. Treat her better. Look, Mommy is about to be snatched away by another man."
Mochen slammed on the brakes and turned around to look at the little fellow.
The little boy argued, "If you do this again, Mommy will really run away with another man!"
Mochen's eyes were cold. "Shut up."
The little guy said, "No, I'm not. I'm doing this for your own good."
Mochen's breathing was slightly heavy. He glanced coldly in the direction of Wei Wei and Kubei. They were still standing there affectionately.
You've just found the strength to get out of bed, and you're already tired of being alone?
He picked up his phone and called Wei Wei.
When Wei Wei saw that it was Mochen, she immediately hung up and glanced at Kubei. "Is it really convenient at your place?"
Kubei said, "Don't worry, I'll keep them in check."
Wei Wei thought of Little Pomelo's words. A bunch of men!
There were many scumbags who molested little girls nowadays. She could rest assured about Kubei, but she might not be able to rest assured about the others. She was a little hesitant.
But other than Kubei, she really didn't know who else she could entrust her to.
Kubei smiled mischievously. "You're even worried about me?"
Wei Wei shook her head and asked softly, "Little Pomelo said that you have a bunch of men at your place. She's not willing …"
Before she could finish her sentence, her phone rang again.
When she saw that it was Mochen, she hung up again.
Kubei was tall. He lowered his head and saw it with just a glance. He asked in a low voice, "Why are you back at school?"
"I went to Mo Shao's place to be a maid. My cooking isn't good and I offended Master, so I was chased away."
Wei Wei smiled and looked down at her phone. It was already time, but Little Pomelo hadn't come out yet. Just as she was about to call the teacher, a WeChat message suddenly flashed on the screen.
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