what am i wiping this

Like An Ning, Sam, who believed that the crisis had been resolved, was suddenly yelled at, and didn't react for a while, and asked blankly, "Huh?"

And this was obviously regarded as acquiescing. Witwiki and his wife glanced at each other and began to machine-gun their son's language: "Why don't you tell us?! Do you think this is a trivial matter?!"

"What? Hey Mom, I didn't…"

"Sam, I can tell you very seriously that you are with girls... making a child is not a small thing!"

"Look, this kid is so big..." Judy walked over, looked carefully at An Ning who was at a loss, and then said in surprise, "Oh poor kid, why are you covered in injuries...Sam Wittwicky! You should Know what you are doing to this baby now, you should have done it before the baby was born! Now you can beat her and you can't abort her, understand - you can't deny the fact that you are her father! Oh my god... ...this is really..."

"Listen to me, listen to me! This girl is not me..."

"It's not your child? Oh forget it, Sam, a man has to be brave! Tell you, your dad, I hate those men who are not responsible for their rhetoric before marriage." An Ning asked, "Hey, sweetheart, who is your father?"

An Ning shifted her gaze to Ron blankly: "Me, he, what?"

"Oh, poor little, have you been beaten so hard that you can't speak?" Ron shook his head, poking Sam's chest hard with his right index finger, "but at least she pointed out who her father was— Very incompetent father!"

"What??!!"

"Stop, stop!" Mikaela raised the volume and successfully drew everyone's attention to herself, "Calm down, calm down, listen to me, okay? This child—An Ning—or Ning An , is my cousin." Mikaela tried to hold An Ning's hand, showing her intimacy with An Ning, but she was embarrassed by the other party, "Her parents are in China, and she has been living in China since she was a child. China, I just came to the United States in the last few days, so the language—there is a little bit of a barrier, so—I mean, this kid, uh, I think you should understand what I mean.”

Witwicky and his wife looked at each other again, smiled and cursed and punched Sam lightly: "You brat, why didn't you tell us earlier?"

I've been arguing for a long time.Sam's feeling at the moment can be said to be the same as that of a little girl who saw the man of her dreams in her pajamas during puberty, both happy and embarrassed.

Apparently my parents think Mikaela and I are a couple with kids.

oh boy...

In order to get rid of this embarrassing thought, he thought and thought, thinking of the time when he first met Mikaela, thinking of the time when he raged his debating ability in front of the teacher, thinking of his father jokingly taking him to the door of the Porsche While walking around...

Then, Sam, whose thoughts flew half a circle around the earth, finally thought of the Autobots waiting outside.

"Hey Mom, did you see my backpack?"

"Of course, in the kitchen." Judy said to the two men standing behind him without looking back. How did it happen?"

Mikaela quickly explained: "Uh, when I came here just now, a family was arguing, and then threw things out - like plates, knives and cutlery - and An Ning happened to be standing next to it..."

What a lame lie, but the protagonist's parents have very rough nerves, otherwise it would be very difficult to accept the fact that he bought an enlarged version of the bumblebee that can move and make sounds for 4000 yuan.It's not guaranteed that the bumblebee will have been "cracked" when it transforms.

So the nervous Zhu Di didn't pursue the credibility of this statement, but tried to use the bandaging skills he saw on TV to wrap An Ning into a mummy.

"Found..." Sam, who was clutching his glasses, didn't have time to be happy when he heard various screams and the sound of things falling from upstairs.Just as Sam was about to ignore these and send the glasses to Optimus Prime first, his mother shouted his name angrily.

"Sam Witt Wiki!!!"

Sam sighed, clenched the glasses in his hands, and thought about the weight of the Autobot's waiting and his mother's anger. While he was thinking, another more violent roar came.

"Oh, forgive me. After all, it's worse than the destruction of the earth to piss off Mom." Sam muttered, grabbing his glasses and rushing up the stairs, and then saw the whole body hanging—yes, hanging— The tranquility of the bandage and the complicated face of Mikaela.

"Ugh, your mom is pissed. Good luck — that's all I can say." Mikaela shot Sam a sympathetic glance, and went down the stairs, only to stop after a rung or two, half-smiling I looked at Sam who was still looking at me at the top of the stairs, "I'm sorry I moved your suitcase when I was looking for glasses-I don't know what's in it-I don't even know now-you can do this Think, I won't bring it up in the conversation afterwards."

"What?" Sam looked at Mikaela and An Ning with a guilty expression to himself in puzzlement, and then he reacted and asked loudly, "You—I mean that kid—you knocked over out of my box?!"

"Me, sorry. No (not) small (small) heart (heart)..." An Ning struggled to express her meaning. Obviously, Sam still didn't understand, but just repeated in a low voice while holding his head in confusion." nonononono".

"Come on, let him calm down." Mikaela took An Ning's hand—this time he didn't break away, but she still held it—and walked down the stairs, then sat on the sofa and listened There were bursts of scolding and shouting from upstairs, while re-bandaging An Ning's wound.

"Uh, the sound insulation property of this house probably isn't very good." Mikaela said without words.Of course, she didn't expect the child who didn't understand English to answer the conversation, she just wanted to make the atmosphere downstairs more lively, so as not to create too much contrast with the upstairs.

"...What, soundin...?" Unexpectedly by Mikaela, An Ning replied softly—although very quietly, she did reply.

"Sound insulation property." Mikaela repeated, and then explained it with as simple English words as possible, "It refers to the degree to which the wall blocks sound."

An Ning nodded half-understanding, glanced at her bandaged arm, and smiled at Mikaela for the first time since meeting: "What, sound?"

"Uh……"

……

Sam lowered his head and was admonished loudly by his mother. At the same time, he kept looking out of the window, wary of the Autobots who couldn't wait to overturn the roof and flick his mother away with his little finger.

Luckily, the Autobot didn't suddenly overturn the roof, didn't put in a little finger to bounce his mother away, or raised his middle finger at himself outside the window to urge him, but he found a black convoy parked in front of his house .

no? !Another group of Autobots? !Sam felt like his heart would break.

Thankfully, the car didn't change shape, and it was the man in black who got out of the car instead of... Hey, wait!

"Mom, there seem to be a lot of strange people coming outside."

"Sam Wittwiki, don't try to change the subject!"

"I'm not……"

"Listen up, I can't let go of buying pornographic books!"

……

"Here we come." An Ning suddenly got up from the sofa and rushed upstairs.

Mikaela, who had her back to the window, turned around wonderingly, and her face changed after seeing a group of ruthless white-clothed angels and black-clothed demons.She rushed to the stairs and collided with Sam who was rushing down.

"Oh, sorry, Sam. I didn't mean to, I just wanted to remind you..."

"No no no, it's my fault, my fault!"

"This scene is really like a youth school drama, but I guess I don't have time to play it for you." Ron walked towards the door where the doorbell rang earth-shatteringly. With the urge to poke his finger, he slammed the door open.

And here, An Ning, who was already out of breath after rushing up a dozen or so stairs, half-deadly pushed open the wooden door of Sam's room, yelled "gun boy" intermittently inside, and then sat down on the ground. I was out of breath.

You can't blame her either, for someone who is over a hundred years old and hasn't exercised for a century, how strong can you expect her to be.