The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

Those who didn't walk in couldn't see the scene clearly, they only heard the child's shout, and suddenly gasped.

"How could it be so serious!"

"That kid is too vicious!"

Mo Xiaobao, who was being watched by everyone, only frowned, and slowly raised his head to look at Wen Chuchu.

He subconsciously...touched his nose.

"Why don't you apologize to him soon!" Somebody, in order to protect Wen Bureau's face, took the initiative to stand up.

But Mo Xiaobao looked at him like a fool, ignoring him at all.

"What's the attitude of this kid? It doesn't matter whose family you are today, but you hurt someone, and you are so ruthless, no one can protect you anymore!"

"Yes, yes, it is supposed to be a performance, how can it hurt people?"

The people around were talking.

Mo Xiaobao only snorted softly, and his big black and white eyes looked not far away.

Among the crowd of onlookers, the maid in Tang suit was applauding silently. Seeing Xiaobao's gaze, she even said a few words to him with her lips.

"you're great!"

The little guy's frowning brows were quickly released.

There was even a faint smile and a barely noticeable blush on his face.

Just looking at the person next to him, he said coldly, "I don't bother arguing with you."

"you……"

"It's unreasonable!" This person dared not say the words "no tutor".

Everyone knew that Mo Xiaobao had a eccentric temper, but he was the son of that Mr. Mo.

The future... is the successor of the Mo family.

They dare not offend.

The little guy stood on one side with his hands behind his back, looked at Wen Chuchu who had already dealt with the nosebleed, tilted his head and asked him, "Are you still beating?"

"Mo Xiaobao, don't go too far, you must have taken advantage of my unprepared just now, let's come again..."

"Okay." Wen Ju's entire face sank.

He pressed Wen Chuchu's head with one hand, and directly stuffed him behind his back. Instead, he looked at the little guy meaningfully, "You won this time."

"Hmm!" Xiao Bao didn't mean to be modest.

He raised his chin directly, and said in a childish voice, "I told you a long time ago, all he learns is to show off, only to look good, but in fact it is not practical at all."

And what I learned was handed over by the master specially invited by my father.

The few masters only take turns to come here for about half a month every year.

Xiaobao remembered that he had secretly asked them where they were at other times.

Most of the answers are the same, they are performing tasks.

"You're right, beginners are not sophisticated enough. I will teach him more about this in the future so that he can improve."

The little guy nodded, and had a good impression of this adult in a suit.

But... He quickly thought of something else, and suddenly hooked his finger at the host not far away.

"Me? Young Master Mo, what are your orders?" The host came over with a smile, how dare he have any dissatisfaction with this young master.

Mo Xiaobao just waved his hand, a little impatiently, "Isn't there a gift?"

"There are no Transformers models... just some dolls and miniature cars that girls like, and you just said you don't like them."

"Now Xiaobao wants it!"

Of course he doesn't like it, dolls are girls' toys.

Small model cars and the like...the garage at home can no longer fit them.

But now Ranran is here.

The host wiped his sweat, and felt for the first time that it was a wrong decision to accept this dinner, so he could only explain in a low voice, "That's only for the most popular children after voting."