Mr. O's paranoid

Chapter 97 What Can An Old Man Have?
The corner of Qi Mo's mouth twitched violently.

Taking a look at Ou Xingchen, a person who calls her ugly every day suddenly says she is beautiful and wants to marry her, should she be happy?

Happy ass!

"Don't worry, when I grow up, my dad's will be mine. I have what he has, and I have what he doesn't have!" Ou Xingchen walked over, sat down, and started to eat a hundred times more calmly than Qi Mo. dumpling.

Qi Mo was speechless.

She finally understood that even now, this kid still believes that she has taken a fancy to his father and has plans for him!

"Then tell me, your father doesn't have anything, do you have it?" Aunt Li laughed until her stomach ached, she supported her waist, and asked Ou Xingchen with a funny look.

"When I grow up, he will be old. What can an old man have? No youth, no youth, no energy! Everything in the Ou family will be mine in the future?" Satisfy.

The dumplings made by myself are delicious!
"You can't even fill your mouth with dumplings?" Qi Mo picked up a dumpling from her own bowl and threw it into his bowl, humming indifferently.

Ou Xingchen stuck out his tongue at her, eating the dumplings happily: "This dumpling is so delicious!"

Ou Xingchen ate a full ten dumplings before rolling off the table with his full belly, half lying on the sofa panting and sighing: "It's so delicious! This is the best dumpling I've ever eaten! "

Qi Mo shook her head and looked at the little pig on the sofa. He let himself go more and more every time he came here, he stopped arguing with her, and he didn't hold hands with her anymore. There is no dignity that a "little prince" should have. temperament?

Aunt Li was tidying up in the kitchen, Qi Mo and Ou Xingchen were watching TV on the sofa, and on the coffee table in front were Qi Mo's washed and pitted hawthorns.

"Why did you come to my house?" Qi Mo rested her forehead, not interested in watching TV, and felt that the little guy in front of her was much more beautiful than the TV.

"Visit the patient!" Ou Xingchen pointed to a large basket of fruit and some supplements not far away, and replied confidently.

"Why didn't you go back with Lao Zhang after the visit?" Qi Mo raised her eyebrows, his reason sounded far-fetched to her.

"Old Zhang is busy!" Ou Xingchen faltered for a while, then casually found an excuse.

"When was Lao Zhang free?" Qi Mo sneered, and suddenly found that she missed the feeling of bickering with him.

"Qi Mo, do you not welcome me?" Ou Xingchen blinked at her, pursed his mouth, his face full of grievance.

"Aren't you afraid that I climbed into your father's bed to curry favor with you?" Qi Mo has long been accustomed to his cuteness and pity, and has developed an immune system.

"When did I say that! Qi Mo, how could you misunderstand me like this?" When Ou Xingchen's gaze shifted from the TV to Qi Mo's face, he had a look of grievance, and he had been greatly wronged.

"Tch!" Qi Mo snorted disdainfully, imitating his original tone, and repeated verbatim: "You have been my father's secretary for three years, isn't it just that one day you can climb up to him? bed, will you be my stepmother?"

Looking at Ou Xingchen's face, all kinds of surprises, embarrassment, embarrassment, and embarrassment flashed vividly...

She couldn't help laughing out loud.

Ou Xingchen's face was flushed by her laughter, he was ashamed, angry and anxious, but he had nothing to do with her, he could only stare blankly.

Fortunately, Qi Mo quickly stopped laughing, stretched out his hands to rub his hair, and coughed twice: "Honestly, what are you thinking now? Could it be that your father appeared next to you and made you feel overwhelmed?" woman, so you want me to help you deal with it?"

(End of this chapter)