The third wife of the former protagonist's family before transmigrating the book

"Burch!" Dabao ate his stomach after eating the eighth bowl of rice. Seeing Mo Jia looking at him with interest, he twisted his fingers in embarrassment, glanced at Erbao beside him, and found him He was still struggling with his job, his face was flushed and flushed.

Mo Jia pinched his face twice, and said with a smile: "Why don't you eat? Are you full?"

"Yeah." Dabao replied coyly, lowered his head and said nothing, glanced at Mo Jia from the corner of his eye, and quickly poked Erbao while he was not paying attention.

Er Bao glared at Da Bao unhappily, then dug another spoonful of rice into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Brother, what are you doing! Er Bao is not full yet!"

"I didn't poke you! Hmph!" Dabao's voice became louder, as if he was ashamed to be dismantled by his younger brother.

"Brother, you're dishonest!" Er Bao stared at Da Bao accusingly with wide watery eyes.

Dabao snorted and turned his head away.

Looking at the two of them, Mo Jia couldn't help thinking of Smiling Tiger and Little Qinqin, hehe, they were so fun when they were young, of course, Little Qinqin is also fun now, but Smiling Tiger is no longer fun.

After Dabao and Erbao fell asleep, Uncle Fu suddenly appeared behind Mo Jia. When his round old face smiled, his face wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.Mo Jia looked at Fu Bo who suddenly appeared, and couldn't help but patted his chest: "I said Fu Bo, don't be so scary!"

Uncle Fu said happily: "Xiao Jia, you like children very much?"

Mo Jia rubbed his head and said cheerfully: "It's okay, it's okay. I think they are so cute!"

Faber said inexplicably: "It's good to like children." Then he turned around and left.In fact, Uncle Fu's real thought--Xiaojia likes children as long as he likes children, wait, hehe, when he and the young master cook the raw rice, he will definitely have a little master soon!Hehe, I really like children.

Seeing that it was pitch black outside, Mo Jia couldn't help asking: "Uncle Fu, isn't Mo Hanfeng coming back at night?"

Just when Mo Jia thought he would not answer, Uncle Fu's laughing voice came: "Xiao Jia, don't worry, young master, sometimes you won't sleep at home for ten days and half a month."

"Why should I worry about him? Who is he not mine?" Mo Jia looked in the direction where Forbe left with a puzzled face, then closed the door and walked towards the house that belonged to him.

A good night's sleep.

In the early morning, Mo Jia woke up to the rooster's call.Mo Jia looked outside, and found that it was completely different from his Ting Yuxuan, and only belatedly remembered that this was the home of his benefactor Mo Hanfeng, so he couldn't help but get up.

After Mo Jia ran out of the room in a hurry, he found Fu Bo punching in the yard.Mo Jia looked at his seemingly ordinary boxing, and couldn't help saying: "Wolf Killing Fist!"

Fu Bo stopped slowly, turned his head and said, "You know?"

Mo Jia just wanted to say that he had seen his grandfather perform a complete wolf-killing fist, but thinking that he is now a frustrated person who "lost his family and family", he stammered and said: "No, no, I just heard people say But, it’s just guesswork.”

Mo Jia found that Fu Bo was very calm, and then he said indifferently: "The wolf killing fist is very common, you have seen it before and it is normal."

"Wolf Killing Fist is very common? Isn't it a spiritual skill?" Mo Jia realized that he had already expressed his thoughts, and couldn't help laughing: "Hehe, hehe, Uncle Fu, don't get excited, listen to me .Actually, I ran away from home..."

After Mo Jia finished speaking, he felt calm and decided to open his eyes, but when he opened his eyes, he found Mo Hanfeng's dead face suddenly appeared in front of him.Mo Jia pointed tremblingly at Mo Hanfeng: "You, you, when did you appear?"

Mo Hanfeng sneered: "Just when you said Wolf Killing Fist!"

Mo Hanfeng's incomparably cold voice reached Mo Jia's heart, causing Mo Jia to panic, and hurriedly said: "Are you angry?"

Mo Hanfeng glanced at him lightly, and walked into the study without saying anything.Mo Jia subconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes, and looked at Mo Hanfei with warm grape eyes without blinking: "Don't be angry, okay?" Mo Jia felt that his big eyes were particularly convincing, and every time he smiled Whenever he gets angry, he uses this trick, which is very effective!As soon as he used this trick, Smiley Tiger promised to surrender immediately.But he guessed wrong, Mo Hanfeng is not the smiling tiger brother controlled by his younger brother.

Mo Hanfeng stared at the hand holding the hem of his clothes: "Take it away!"

"Don't be angry, okay? If you are not angry, I will take it away."

"If you don't take it away, chop it up."

Mo Hanfeng obviously didn't smile, but Mo Jia could see a trace of sarcasm in his calm pupils, Mo Jia knew that he wasn't joking, and hurriedly took his hand back.Mo Hanfang curled his lips coldly, then walked into the study without looking back.

Mo Hanfeng went to the study room and hurriedly unfolded the rice paper, and hurriedly wrote with a thick Langhao pen. He needed to calm down the rage in his heart, he felt like a fool being played by Mo Jia!

The family was destroyed?

Lost from brother?

Was sold to Nanfeng Pavilion?

Homeless?

How could he be trusted!Mouth full of lies, what my father said is right, as expected, what my brother said is unbelievable, the more beautiful my brother is, the more he will lie.

Mo Hanfeng's handwriting is elegant and powerful, and his handwriting is good, but is it really like seeing the person when seeing his handwriting?

After Mo Hanfeng wrote the last word "quiet", a thought came to him suddenly, and Mo Hanfeng drew a cold smile: "Love to play? Then let's have fun!"

Mo Jia watched Mo Hanfeng's back disappear into his eyes, and sat down on the short guardrail in desperation, covering his cheeks with his hands: "Are you angry? Hey, Mo Jia called you cheap, called You lied, told you to talk nonsense, told you to do things without thinking about the consequences, now it’s okay! The first friend you made here is angry!"

Fu Bo patted Mo Jia's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Why did you make the young master angry?"

Mo Jia raised his head and glanced at Uncle Fu, and said weakly: "Uncle Fu, don't mess around with your licking!"

Uncle Fu coughed twice, and said solemnly: "Actually, I have a way to keep the young master from being angry."

Mo Jia hurriedly asked: "What way?"

"As long as you cook a delicious meal for the young master, he won't be angry anymore!"

"Really?" Mo Jia glanced at Uncle Fu suspiciously, that Mo Hanfeng really likes to eat delicious food?He could eat such an unpalatable meal that Uncle Fu made yesterday, so he shouldn't be angry after eating delicious food, right?

Forbe nodded with affirmative expression, "Of course!"

At this time, Dabao and Erbao came out from behind Uncle Fu, "It's true, brother Jiajia! Every time my brother (brother) and I get angry, my father will make me delicious Dongpo immediately." Meat, I won’t be angry anymore!”

Mo Jia looked at the sky helplessly, could it be that the real attribute of facial paralysis is foodie?

Mo Jia pointed at Dabao, Erbao blinked, took advantage of the unexpectedness of the two, and threw them out, and closed the kitchen door to prepare for his great cause. He hasn't cooked for many years, and he doesn't know if he has any cooking skills. regress?Alas, life was too good to spoil him.

Er Baoba blinked and looked at the door: "Brother, why do you think Brother Jiajia is so bad? Er Bao is hungry!"

Dabao patted Erbao's head, sighed heavily, put his hands behind his back like an old man, and said very "vicissitudes": "This is love!" Then, after Mo Jia smashed a piece of wood , Immediately changed his words: "This is friendship!" Then he grabbed Erbao who was still in a daze, and ran away.