The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

How could Qiao Anhao agree to let Xiao Linger do that kind of life on the edge of a knife?

Xiao Ling'er let out a sigh of disappointment. She obeyed Qiao Anhao on the surface, but a bright light flashed in her eyes. Although Qiao Anhao didn't let her do it, she could learn it secretly.

Once she learned it, Qiao Anhao would have nothing to do.

Seeing Xiao Ling'er's disappointed expression, Qiao Anhao felt a little guilty, but she didn't regret it, because she would never let Xiao Ling'er get in touch with such a life.

Although she was still supporting Wen Liang before, but thinking about it now, she can understand Wen Jue's mood.

As the time passed, Qiao Anhao let Xiao Ling'er play by herself, while she went to pack her things.

Seeing Qiao Anhao walk away, Xiao Ling'er took out her mobile phone and called Mo Zixuan, who was connected soon, and Mo Zixuan's cool and childish voice came.

"Little Linger, what's the matter?"

Xiao Ling'er secretly glanced at Qiao Anhao who was busy in the kitchen, and quickly said, "Mo Xuan, I want to be a killer, do you support me?"

Her tone was full of anticipation, but Mo Zixuan asked inexplicably, "Have you secretly read Aunt Qiao's romance novel?" Ling'er was already calm without having a fever.

Xiao Linger "..."

For some reason, Xiao Ling'er suddenly felt melancholy, and Mo Zixuan ended the whole topic like a topic terminator.

However, she still wanted to ask Mo Zixuan's opinion, "Let me ask you, if I could be a killer now, would you support me?"

"Do you want to kill people by pretending to be good?"

"..."

"Xiao Ling'er, do you think it's easy to be a killer? You have to train every day, you can't eat enough, you can't wear nice clothes, and you will gain muscles because of training. Most importantly, you will become ugly .”

Xiao Linger "..."

"Are you sure you want to be a killer?" Mo Zixuan asked seriously, but Xiao Ling'er felt like she couldn't say anything. She took a deep breath, finally let it out, and said, "It's nothing, I'll just kill you." Just kidding."

Mo Zixuan hummed, "I know."

"You know what a ghost." Xiao Ling'er rolled her eyes, and her eyes fell on Qiao Anhao who came out. She covered the phone and said, "Forget it, I won't tell you anymore. I'm going to find my grandfather."

"Grandpa?" Mo Zixuan asked suspiciously, "Where is your grandfather from?"

Xiao Ling'er let out an oops, said I'll tell you later, and hung up the phone, while Mo Zixuan, who was holding the phone inexplicably, frowned.

Yu Liang walked over, her eyes were still dull, but there was something new in them.

She asked, "Zixuan, did Anhao call?"

Mo Zixuan put the phone down, shook his head, remembered Yu Liang's eyes, and said, "No, it was Xiao Ling'er who called. She told me that she wanted to be a killer. She is so old and so childish."

Yu Liang laughed out loud, and reached out to touch Mo Zixuan, but couldn't.

When Mo Zixuan saw Wen Liang Yu Liang's hand, he quickly moved up, rubbed against Yu Liang's palm, and said softly, "Mom, don't worry, I'm here."

"Mom knows you're here. Mom is fine." Although Mo Zixuan was disappointed when he missed his hand, Mo Zixuan's actions were very considerate.