Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

At the airport, I obediently held Mo Xiaoqi's arm and looked around innocently. I guess I look like a child with a low IQ looking for parents, but obviously others don't think so.Mo Xiaoqi looked at me for a while, "Sister, you look so pretty." I swear I saw mockery in his eyes.I turned my head to look forward, the airport exit was like the mouth of a beast, dripping with mucus, spitting out things it didn't like.The sky is like a giant rag on which someone has left dried bodily fluids.In such an environment, I suddenly felt a little cold, so I withdrew my hands and hugged my shoulders.Mo Xiaoqi looked at me for a few seconds, then stretched out her arms to wrap around my shoulders, letting me lean into his arms.You see, my brother is actually really nice.

So when the parents walked out of the airport, what they saw was their handsome son caring for their daughter who had been making them feel bad.

My father's name is Mo Beixiao, and his wife's name is Su Xiyun.By the way, I don't think they like me very much.

"You look like a dying bird in oil." See, those were the first words my mother said to me, and I just lowered my eyebrows, waiting for her to say something more, but she Just turned to Mo Xiaoqi, "Qiqi, how are you? I hope that unlucky bird didn't make you unhappy." Her tone was very normal, and it sounded like she was asking, hey son, have you eaten? Did you eat us? How about going for a steak together?

I bowed my head and laughed, Kiki?It's really disgusting. Thinking about it, I turned my head to look at Mo Xiaoqi, with a bright smile on my face, "Qiqi? Did you hear that? That bullfrog just called you Qiqi." Then I started to admire, The faces of the three people are very interesting. First of all, it is my mother. Her eyes are more rounded, and her dead white skin instantly turns red. Believe me, that does not remind you of the red apple-like face of a little girl. She looks It looked like a piece of pork liver, her lips were trembling, and she was tireless. People who were not fat were panting like a cow that was dying of fat.

Then there is my dad, I think my younger brother's indifferent personality must be inherited from him, his gray eyes gave his wife a look without a trace of emotion, and then fell on me, a pair of eyebrows furrowed very slowly Together, but he seemed to be used to the confrontation between me and my mother, he frowned, turned his head and walked away with the suitcase.And Mo Xiaoqi let go of my arm, took off his coat and put it on me, and said in a strange tone: "A dying bird kisses a lion, and a dry fish will not die." I watched With his handsome face, he couldn't help but kissed him on the cheek, "My dear lion, I'm hungry."

When I got home, my mother looked around at Mo Xiaoqi and I’s home, and sat down with satisfaction. Seeing me nestled on the sofa and eating canned fruit, she was a little confused, “What time is it, why don’t you cook yet?” ?!" I fished out a cherry with my hand, and it was red and sticky in my hand, like a freshly dug out eyeball, crystal clear and sticky, as if still clinging to blood.I slowly stuffed it into my mouth, and seriously sucked my finger that was stained with red soup, and I smacked it so seriously that I made a loud noise, "Why should I cook?" I believe I must have a naive face at this time, I really didn't understand, why should I cook?If I cook, what does Mo Xiaoqi eat?

The female bullfrog took a deep breath, and when she calmed down, she asked again, "Then what do you eat if you don't cook?"

"I have Qiqi." I tried my best to rub myself on the sofa again.Then he looked helplessly at Mo Xiaoqi in the kitchen.Some people say that men who are serious are the most handsome. My brother has never been serious. Thinking about it this way, I really earned it.

Fortunately, my family's habit is not to eat or sleep, and my mother didn't say anything.Even if she watched me eat and play with my mobile phone and gave Mo Xiaoqi all the dishes that Mo Xiaoqi hated the most, she could only hold back.And Mo Xiaoqi just paused every time, picked up the food I threw into his bowl, gracefully put it into his mouth, and chewed slowly, his posture didn't seem to be eating something unpalatable, but It's tasting a good piece of foie gras.

The next day in class, I pulled Mo Xiaoqi decisively. This was the first time I brought Mo Xiaoqi to my school.