"This stupid girl!" Looking at her appearance that she didn't even open her hair, the planning department manager shook his head helplessly.

Mo Jiujiu didn't care. She had a dress. At the graduation ceremony of Boston University, she bought one she had only worn once, which was very suitable for her. Why did she have to buy another one?

What's more, Lin Qifan likes Gu Yufei, and she is not stupid. She really wants to hook up with Mr. Lin if she has nothing to do?

She sneered secretly, then laughed, and laughed at herself. There are not so many stories about princes saving Cinderella in this world. The prince's heart in this story belongs to her, and she, who has a stepmother and new brother, is at least loved by her father, so she is not Cinderella.

After work, Mo Jiujiu didn't want to go back to her father's side, but the phone call she called before seemed very anxious and irresistible. No matter what, my father has really taken care of her for so many years. Although he can't change his flirtatious habits in his life, he will at least worry about her.

After all, I decided to take a taxi back to my father. As soon as I got out of the car, I was hit on the face by a basketball.

She raised her hand to cover her nose in pain, then raised her eyes speechlessly at the legendary "new brother" running towards her: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Who did it on purpose?" The little boy rolled his eyes, then ran over, and was about to pick up the basketball at her feet.

But Mo Jiujiu suddenly stepped on the basketball and refused to give her: "I didn't even say sorry when I hit it. This is how your former parents educated you?"

"You want to care? Return the basketball to me! Don't step on it with your feet! Do you have some common sense? This is basketball, not football!"

"Do you have some common sense? Are basketballs thrown in people's faces?"

"I didn't mean it. Who would have thought that you would be hit by me if you were so unlucky?"

"Do you apologize?"

"Give me the basketball back!"

"I'll pay you back if you apologize!"

"you……"

Just as the two were arguing, a 38-9-year-old woman with excellent maintenance opened the door of the duplex loft in the duplex yard and walked out. Seeing the little boy blushing in anger, she saw Mo Jiujiu stepping on her son's basketball and not returning it to him, she walked over and smiled: "You are Jiujiu, right? Your father should have mentioned me to you. I am Aunt Xiao, that... Jiujiu, my son is young and ignorant. I just saw him hitting you with a basketball inside. I'm sorry, but this basketball is his favorite thing. If you keep stepping on it, he will be very sad..."

"Aunt Xiao, right?" Mo Jiujiu glanced at her, not afraid of her at all: "Your son smashed my face with a basketball, and I didn't treat her, so he asked him to say sorry in person. Auntie, if you don't know how to educate your son, I will always help you educate, right? He will apologize if he did something wrong! I didn't smash the basketball back on his face, which is enough to give my dad's face!"

Funny, I gave her a warning as soon as I got home. Do you really think she is a cartilage girl if she doesn't go home for so long?

Aunt Xiao's face changed. She seemed to have never expected her to be so sharp-tongued. She looked down at her son: "Dongdong, say sorry to her sister."

"Tsk!" The little boy turned around with disdain and walked in.

Aunt Xiao seemed to feel that her son had lost face for him like this, but she couldn't say anything. She smiled at Mo Jiujiu: "Jiujiu, your nose is red. Let me apply some medicine to you when you go in. Dongdong is only thirteen years old and is in the rebellious period. Sometimes she doesn't listen to me very much. You have grown up and know that the two families need to accommodate and accept each other as a family, but he is still ignorant, so he may be somewhat repulsive..."

Her words were clever, and she was telling Mo Jiujiu that her son's behavior was not taught by her, but by her son's ignorant and throwing the basketball over by himself.

He is a smart woman, not stupid.

Mo Jiujiu rubbed his nose with a smile, and said nothing: "Forget it."

Then he walked in. Aunt Xiao quickly followed with a smile: "I asked Sister Zhao to clean up your room. It's still on the second floor, and the bedding on your room. I'll ask someone to change it to you this Sunday..."

Mo Jiujiu stopped, turned around, and looked at her with a smile: "Thank you Aunt Xiao, but I still know where my room is. This is my home after all, isn't it? I'm not here to visit. I used to use any quilts that I used to use. I don't need to change them. Even if it's changed, I'll just change them myself."

After saying that, he ignored her and walked in.

Mo Jun was reading newspapers in the living room. Dongdong didn't know if he had gone upstairs or ran to the backyard, but Mo Jiujiu didn't care and walked over and sat on the sofa.

Mo Jun turned around and saw that it was her who came back, so he put down the newspaper: "Why is your nose so red?"

Mo Jiujiu rolled his eyes to the ceiling: "Your son beat him."

"My son..." Mo Jun was also stunned for a moment before looking back at the woman who came in from outside the door. Seeing that her face was innocent, it seemed that things were not like that, he sighed: "Long time, I asked you to come back this time just to let you meet your Aunt Xiao and Dongdong. We will be a family in the future. I hope you..."

"Dad, if you just want to say this, then I know. I don't usually come back to live anyway. Who do you have a family with and who you recognize as a son has nothing to do with me. I have grown up and independent, and you don't need to take into account my feelings too much." Although she was a little angry, she said the truth.

Mo Jun frowned: "I mean, did Dongdong go to your place a few days ago to see your sister? But you didn't even give him a bite of food, and even hit him and bombarded him?"

Mo Jiujiu's mouth twitched: "Do you believe this?"

Mo Jun shook his head: "Anyway, we are a family."

"Yes, I'll be a family in the future..." Aunt Xiao walked over with a smile, her voice softer and sweeter than when she was just facing her alone outside.

Mo Jiujiu sneered in his heart. The position of the hostess in the house is really good. Her son is really good at lying. He obviously wanted to play games or do something bad, so he asked her for money, but she refused to give it to him. As a result, he came back in revenge and filed a lawsuit. It was indeed a child.

She rubbed her nose and stood up and said, "I'm a little tired. Go back to the room to rest first and call me when I'm having a meal."

After saying that, he was about to go upstairs, but Aunt Xiao looked at her as if she had something to say. She ignored her and went upstairs directly.

I opened the bedroom door and was about to walk in, but I was suddenly shocked by the messy scene in the bedroom.

Her face was messy, with the little boy's shoes and shirt on the ground, and the so-called brother who was lying on her face was the rebellious brother.

"Dongdong, why are you running to my sister's room to sleep again? Go back to your room!" Aunt Xiao ran over and stood in front of her bedroom door to scold her.

Dongdong turned over and said disapprovingly: "This is our home. I slept wherever I want, let alone this one is comfortable. If you like that room, let her sleep on that one..."

Mo Jun heard the sound from the upstairs and went upstairs, looked at the situation in the bedroom, and then looked at Mo Jiujiu: "Ah ah..."

"Stop talking, I understand." Mo Jiujiu glanced at Mo Jun in a blink of an eye: "Dad, I understand everything."

They thought she knew how to be humble and not care about the children, but she suddenly walked into the bedroom, pulled the quilt on her * and pulled it hard. Dongdong instantly rolled down from the *. Aunt Xiao rushed in and helped her son. Mo Jiujiu threw the quilt on the ground and looked at them expressionlessly: "I tell you, my father has changed countless wives over the years, but no one has ever been as annoying as you! I will not interfere with what kind of life my father likes to live. If you want to bring your son to my Mo family, I accept it, but please don't violate my bottom line. I am too lazy to care about a child, but Aunt Xiao, don't educate your children? Let your children break into other people's rooms at will. This is the child you educated? Although this family now has your share, please don't forget to be polite and polite. I am not a soft persimmon. Aunt Xiao, please think twice before doing things in the future!"

After saying that, she stepped on the quilt that Dongdong had just covered, turned around and opened the wardrobe. Sure enough, there were a few basketballs and footballs piled up under her cabinet, and the original clothes in the cabinet were also stained.

She closed the cabinet door heavily, as if she didn't hear Dongdong whispering over there, and looked at her silent father standing in front of the bedroom door.

Mo Jun seemed to think that the mother and son were a little too much, but when he saw his wife's aggrieved expression, he couldn't bear to say it. He saw his angry face for a long time, but he couldn't find a suitable tone to speak.

Mo Jiujiu knew that his father was in a dilemma in the middle, so he didn't say anything. He just took a few pieces of clothes from the cabinet and put them in his trunk. Before walking out the door, he said coldly: "I won't come back often in the future, but my home is still my home, and the room is still my room. I hope that when I come back next time, this place will be back to its original appearance."
Chapter completed!