Mr. O's paranoid

Chapter 93 My Dad Said, I'm Like My Mom

"Qi Mo, are you okay?" Ou Xingchen stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Qi Mo's eyes, his childish voice showed concern.

"How did you come here?" Qi Mo cleared up her redundant emotions, touched her face, turned her head to look at the living room, and there was no sign of Lao Zhang or Ou Shangqing in the living room.

"Uncle Zhang sent me here, and now Uncle Zhang is going to pick up my dad at the company!" Ou Xingchen pointed out casually, thinking of something, ran outside, stood on tiptoe and looked down with his chin on the concrete wall .

This low wall of about 1.3 meters four is too high for him, even if he stands on tiptoe, he can't see the bottom, he can only look into the distance.

Qi Mo looked at his naive back as he tried to stand on tiptoe, and couldn't help laughing softly, clearing away the gloomy mood caused by the memories just now.

"Okay, stop jumping around!" Qi Mo stretched his legs, adapting to his nerves numb from curling up for a long time, and couldn't help but use a doting tone when calling Ou Xingchen.

"I just want to see if Uncle Zhang is gone!" Ou Xingchen finally looked directly at the cruel reality. His height really couldn't allow him to see the parking lot on the ground, so he decided not to make unnecessary struggles.

With his hands behind his back, he walked back in front of Qi Mo like a little adult, watching her kick.

"Miss Qi, shall we still eat dumplings tonight?" Originally, the two of us had planned to eat dumplings tonight. Based on the previous example of Qi Mo cooking for him when Ou Xingchen came last time, Aunt Li came here specially. Ask Qi Mo for instructions.

"Do you eat dumplings?" Qi Mo asked while looking at Ou Xingchen.

"But I don't like pork." Ou Xingchen scratched his head in embarrassment.

Although it is impolite to be a guest at someone else's house and dislike the food of the host's house, it is more polite than forcing yourself to swallow it and spit it out, right?
"Oh, what a coincidence! Ms. Qi, this young master has the same taste as you! I didn't expect that you two not only look alike, but even taste alike!" Aunt Li was amazed before Qi Mo. shouted, Qi Mo seemed to have known it for a long time.

After hearing Aunt Li's words, Qi Mo and Ou Xingchen looked at each other in unison, and finally turned away at the same time.

"It's not like that! My father said that I look like my mother!" Ou Xingchen pouted and retorted displeasedly.

Qi Mo shrugged her shoulders, there were some things that she didn't want to talk about seriously.

"Beef and celery stuffing, and beef and shrimp stuffing." Qi Mo didn't waste his time talking about the similarities between the two, and said to Ou Xingchen with a curled lip.

"Then I want to eat!" Ou Xingchen nodded happily, his shiny black hair swung back and forth with his nodding, making it smoother.

Aunt Li loves Ou Xingchen very much. When she heard that he wanted to eat, she hurriedly smiled and agreed: "Then I'll go and wrap it right away. The meat stuffing has been mixed, and it will be ready to eat soon! Soon!"

"I'll help you." Qi Mo moved her legs, the numbness disappeared, she stood up, and before leaving, she turned around and told Ou Xingchen: "Don't move the chair over there, it's dangerous!"

After finishing speaking, she pointed to the edge of the balcony that Ou Xingchen wanted to see just now on tiptoe.

"I'm not stupid!" Ou Xingchen wrinkled his nose disdainfully, climbed onto the wicker chair that Qi Mo had been sitting on just now, lay down, and closed his eyes comfortably.

Qi Mo made sure that he had no intention of climbing the wall, so she entered the house. Before going to the kitchen, she went back to the room to get her glasses and put them on before helping Aunt Li make dumplings.

(End of this chapter)