Tell mommy, daddy is kneeling again

Seven years later—

Time flies, and the white horse flies by, but it's just a snap of the fingers.

07:30 in the evening.

A howl of pain tore through the quiet night.

Skyscraper, CEO's office.

The man fell to the ground in pain, rolled around by the whip, screaming again and again.

More than a dozen bodyguards stood on one side with indifferent expressions, and on the sofa sat a child carved in powder and jade.

Xiao Naibao was about seven years old, with black and smooth hair, fair and clear skin, and a delicate face with cute little milk fat, a pair of beautiful eyes, black and white, and long and curled eyelashes.

Such a clean and handsome little milk dumpling, wearing a snow-white shirt, black suit pants, and a beautiful bow tie on the collar.

However, such a harmless appearance of humans and animals is completely incompatible with the tragic scene in front of him.

He held a four-square comic book expressionlessly, and looked up from time to time, looking coldly at the man who was being whipped.

"Ah!! Ah..." The man screamed fiercely, kept begging for mercy, and cried uncontrollably, crying and shouting, "I was wrong, I know I was wrong..."

The little Naibao frowned slightly, but lowered her head again, and turned another page with her white hands, turning a deaf ear to the man's screams, as if the man's begging had nothing to do with him at all.

He was concentrating on flipping through the manga, and just as he was engrossed in it, the phone on the table vibrated.

The bodyguard walked over to take a look, his expression changed, he walked up to the child with the phone in his hand, and handed it to him respectfully.

The little milk bag looked up, and on the screen, there was a note with the word "Mummy", and his eyes were a little nervous.

He took the phone with his small hand, raised his head, and put a finger on his lips, "Shhh."

The thug immediately stopped the movement of his hands, and at the same time, tightly covered the mouth of the crying man with his hand.

Only then did the little milk bag turn on the phone, the originally indifferent eyes bent gently, the small mouth opened and closed, and the milky voice escaped from the pink lips:

"Mummy?"

"Momo, Mommy is home, where have you been?" A woman's worried voice came from the other end of the phone.

Mo Mo said, "I'm going out to buy candy."

"Are you at the supermarket?"

"Ah."

"That's just right, buy something for Mommy and come back, Mommy will cook today, and prepare something delicious for Mo Mo to eat!"

Momo gave him a look, and a bodyguard immediately came over, squatted beside him, and took out a notebook and pen in his hand.

Mo Mo smiled and said, "Okay, what does Mommy want to buy?"

On the other end of the phone, the woman explained in detail, and he repeated it seriously: "Salt, vinegar, ham...noodles, what else?"

As he said, the bodyguard nervously took notes with a pen.

"No more, that's all, good boy Momo, you go downstairs and Mommy comes downstairs to pick you up."

"it is good."

Mo Mo hung up the phone, put the phone lightly on the table, slowly stood up from the sofa, and walked to the man who was covered in injuries.

His eyes turned cold, he raised his leg, and his polished leather shoes hit the man's face heavily.

Mo Mo asked in a cold voice: "Do you know that you are wrong?"

It clearly came from a seven-year-old child's voice, so immature, but extremely murderous, completely opposite to the little sheep's appearance when he was on the phone with the woman just now.

"I was wrong, I know I was wrong..." The man was so frightened that he burst into tears.

It seemed that it was not a seven-year-old child who was condescendingly looking at him now, but a devil's son.

Mo Mo asked coldly, "Where did you go wrong?"

"I shouldn't... I shouldn't have such an attempt on your mother..."

Momo pressed: "What kind of attempt..."

The man was too ashamed to speak, and blushed.

Mo Mo's feet were a little heavier, "Say."

"I was wrong, I knew I was wrong! I shouldn't have coveted your mother's beauty and sexually harassed her, please forgive me! Please forgive me..."

Mo Mo looked at him lightly, and saw that he had been beaten all over his body, in a kneeling position, trembling all over, not daring to take a breath.

Two weeks ago, Mommy came home with a sudden injury and hid in her room to deal with the bruises.

He secretly investigated and learned that Mommy was forced to follow the unspoken rules by the beast boss.

The scum of the scum!

The little milk bag narrowed her eyes: "What right do you have to touch my mommy's hair? You deserve it too!?"

The man yelled in fright: "I don't dare anymore! I don't dare anymore..."

When Mo Mo saw this face, he felt disgusted, and ordered with a blank expression: "Take it down."

"Yes."

The bodyguard dragged the man down.

Mo Mo lowered his head and looked at the leather shoes on his feet. He had accidentally stained some blood, and he immediately frowned in disgust.

Aside, the bodyguard came over, squatted beside him, took out a handkerchief, and wiped it carefully.

Mo Mo asked, "Did someone buy something?"

The bodyguard said, "Someone has already bought it."

Mo Mo said: "Take me to the gate of the community."

The bodyguard nodded: "Yes."

……

Ankang District.

A six-story residential building.

The lights were on in the kitchen.

Lin Qi was worried while staring at the burnt braised pork in the pot, when he suddenly heard the "ding dong" sound of the fingerprint lock.

Momo is back!

When she walked to the entrance, she saw Mo Mo standing at the door with a supermarket shopping bag, changing her shoes.

"Mo Mo!" Lin Qi rushed towards the little guy aggrieved, as if seeing a savior.

"Crap" sounded.

Mo Mo put down the shopping bag and kissed her on the cheek. Suddenly, he smelled something burning, sniffed it, and cast a disgusted look at the woman, "What is burnt?"

Lin Qi watched Mo Mo gracefully float into the kitchen with a guilty conscience, seeing him staring at the charred braised pork in the pot in a daze, she smiled dryly and said: "Mo Mo, do you think there is still room for improvement in Mommy's cooking skills... ..."

Mo Mo sighed softly, and suddenly showed doting and helpless eyes, and gently stroked Lin Qi's hair, "Mummy, you are not allowed to enter the kitchen."

With that said, he put on the little bear apron, and dumped all the dark dishes Lin Qi made into the trash can.

Lin Qi felt ashamed for a while.

Mo Mo is only seven years old, but he does all the housework in the family, including cooking.

She stood at the door of the kitchen, watching Xiao Mo skillfully light the fire and heat the pot, she poked her finger in shame and said, "Xiao Mo, Mommy doesn't seem to have much talent for cooking."

Mo Mo said again: "It is the most powerful talent for Mommy to give birth to such a smart son as me."

Lin Qi was amused.

"It's enough for Mommy to be as beautiful as a flower." Mo Mo said, "Otherwise, what's the use of giving birth to such a cute and smart son like me?"

Lin Qi nodded with a grin, "Well, what Mo Mo says is what he says."

The more she looks at Momo, the more she likes it. Momo looks like her face. She can fully imagine what a beautiful boy who will be so charming that people will not pay for his life when he grows up!