1668 The Real World 28

Pushing open the door, the sharp-eyed boy Mo saw someone on the bed at a glance.

He couldn't help widening his eyes and looked at Bei Yutang suspiciously.

Bei Yutang coughed lightly, "Well, he is a friend of a mother's relative. He is injured and needs to be healed here for a while."

The boy Mo snorted, stepped forward, looked at the stern man on the bed, raised his head and looked at Bei Yutang, "Mother, was he the one who was in your mother's room last night?"

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Bei Yutang is petrified! ! !

Nima, didn't you say you didn't hear it? Didn't you say you don't know anything?

God, let's kill her with a piece of tofu.

The boy Mo felt the embarrassment of his mother, and then realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said.

"Mother, mother, in fact, I didn't hear anything." The boy Mo looked at her with dark and bright eyes, and said earnestly on his white and tender face.

Bei Yutang looked at his small Momo, which was explained earnestly, and silently raised his head to look up at the sky.

He seems to have said the wrong thing again.

"Mother." The kid Mo's mouth flattened and looked at her pitifully.

Hearing the aggrieved and worried voice of the little guy, Bei Yutang took a deep breath silently.

Beneath her strong psychological qualities and her hardened face, she looked at him calmly.

"Mo'er, my mother taught you a sentence today."

The boy Mo blinked his black eyes and waited for her.

"This sentence is called 'there is no silver three hundred taels here'."

The boy Mo was startled, and then his face turned red, knowing that his explanation just now was worse than not explaining it.

Bei Yutang reached out and patted his small shoulder, and said earnestly, "If you encounter this situation again in the future, don't do it again, you know?"

The boy Mo nodded obediently.

"Mother, what's this uncle's name?" asked the boy Mo.

"Uh, that..."

Damn, what's his name? !

Uh, it seems, it seems, it seems like yesterday before she could ask, that guy fell and stayed unconscious.

"nameless."

There's nothing wrong with the name.

"Oh, it turned out to be Uncle Wuming."

"Tomorrow, my mother may fall asleep again, and this unnamed uncle will be taken care of by you. If he wakes up and wants to leave, you don't have to stop him. If he wants to go, let him go. About him Don't ask more questions, Mo'er." Bei Yutang instructed.

For someone like him, the identity must not be simple.

Some things, some things, I don't know what's best for me.

The boy Mo listened carefully, "Mo'er, I understand."

"Okay, go back. I'll just take care of him here."

"Mother, then Mo'er went back to study." The boy Mo said softly.

Bei Yutang nodded, "Go. If you don't understand, come and ask your mother."

After the kid Mo left, Bei Yutang walked to the bed, stood beside the bed, and looked at him condescendingly, "In order to save you, my image in front of Little Mo'er is completely ruined. Do you think you came here specifically to save you? mine."

Bei Yutang looked at the man with his eyes closed and motionless, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and squeeze his face.

That act was like venting anger.

It feels good.

Bei Yutang squeezed again, and it felt really good.

Noticing the trembling of his eyelids, she immediately retracted her hand.

Bei Yutang waited for a while, but he didn't open his eyes and kept the same.