Spoil You All Your Life

Mo Zimu walked into the room on the third floor carrying his clothes, and threw the bag into the lazy couch in the bedroom. With his arms raised slightly, the black slider phone fell on the soft large *. The slender figure walked to the floor-to-ceiling dressing mirror and gently pulled off the material on his right shoulder.

Sure enough, it started to bruise.

Mo Zimu frowned slightly and looked in the mirror at the place where she was bruised by the force of the sniper step. She didn't hold her tightly when she shot the last shot, and was really shocked.

"I hope this hand can be lifted tomorrow."

After finishing the skirt, Mo Zimu turned around and grabbed the phone from the *, and went downstairs.

Because Shi Baidong, Shi Baimin, and Shi Baiyun had to drive back, it didn't take long for Mo Zimu to go downstairs and dinner began.

Di Zilan looked at Mo Zimu's collarbone sharply, "Hey, Zimu, what's the matter with the erythema on your neck?"

Hearing Di Zilan's words, the people who walked toward the restaurant turned their heads to look at Mo Zimu, especially the fierce gazes of both Shizi and Yao Tiantian, which made Mo Zimu feel like he had done something shameful.

"Uh! Oh, it's okay!"

Mo Zimu's long hair was plucked, and his palm was blocking the hickey. Seeing Shi Zixian who didn't know when she approached her, he moved closer to him for shelter. The hickey was too warm, she didn't want to let it. The elders misunderstood.

"Mu girl, what's going on, come over to grandma to have a look." Lin Yingzi was worried about Mo Zimu, for fear of her physical discomfort.

"It's okay, grandma, just..."

When Mo Zimu didn't know how to make up, Shi Zixian took the words.

"Grandma, don't worry, it's just two'stamped' stamps."

"What are you doing with the stamp?" Lin Yingzi looked at Mo Zimu who was sitting next to Shi Zixian.

Shi Zixian smiled, "Grandma, it will disappear in a few days."

Shi Changrong sat in the chief seat and said, "Mu girl is small, let her play with those things. If you like it, let alone two, grandpa covers her whole body and supports it."

Mo Zimu just drank a sip of water in his mouth, and when he heard Shi Changrong's words, he was suddenly choked.

"Cough cough cough--"

Cover, cover the whole body? Let Shi Zixian plant her with strawberries? Grandpa, do you want to be so scary!

Shi Zixian held back a smile, and put his hand on Mo Zimu's back to help her get along.

"Little things, don't worry, we have time."

To others, Shi Zixian is telling Mo Zimu to drink slowly, but when it comes to Mo Zimu's ears, how can I hear it and feel wrong? What is meant by ‘we have time’? Why does she and him take so much time?

When a group of people were eating, Mo Zimu's cell phone rang.

Mo Zimu's cell phone ringtone made He Zichong shout "I can't stand it anymore", "I said Miss Mo, can you change your cell phone ringtone that hasn't changed for thousands of years?"

How many flowers-like young girls on the vast Chinese land would use her ringtone?

——The heroic "March of Volunteers"! National Anthem Acridine National Anthem!

"I'll answer the phone." Mo Zimu stood up, looked at He Zichong, and said with great momentum, "No! Resolutely not! How many people can correctly say who the composer and composer of the national anthem is now? How many people can sing the complete national anthem without out of tune and good words? Do you dare to say which song in the world has a greater degree of singing and the number of people sung than our national anthem?"

After speaking, Mo Zimu trot towards the double-opening showcase.