Spoil You All Your Life

(Mo Zimu looks at Shi Changrong strangely, grandpa doesn't look like acridine, but she really feels sour.)

"Isn't it sour?"

Mo Zimu looked at the green apple in his hand suspiciously, took another bite, and immediately frowned his brows, "Hey--ah! It's so sour!"

Shi Changrong smiled at Mimi and looked at Mo Zimu, "Girl Mu, her acting skills are good."

"Haha~~~"

Hearing Shi Changrong's words in the living room all laughed, all as Mo Zimu deliberately teasing everyone into tricks.

Fu Xiaoyou walked past Mo Zimu with a rag, "If it's okay, hurry up to help with hygiene, and shake it around with a green apple."

"Hey, that's not it." Mo Zimu took Fu Xiaoyou's hand, "Emmanny, it's really sour, don't believe me, you try."

"You can let Grandpa play with you if you are so careful. I won't be fooled by you."

"Hey~~~"

Mo Zimu looked at Fu Xiaoyou, who went to work on her own. She really didn't lie.

"Dad, dad, try it and see if it's sour."

Mo Zimu took the green apple and ran to Mo Dongdong, "Dad, take a bite."

Mo Dongdong bit a piece of green apple and chewed it.

"Is it sour?" Mo Zimu asked.

"Not sour, very sweet, and very crisp."

"How come?" Mo Zimu frowned, "Handsome man, are you sure it's sweet?"

"Could it be that you suspect that Dad is sweet and sour?"

Mo Zimu looked at the green apple in his hand, then looked at Mo Dongdong, sweet? Then why does she taste sour? Moreover, she has eaten green apples for so many years. Grandpa’s green apples are definitely an excellent variety, and no one dares to send such a sour green apple to grandpa. Could it be that her taste buds have a problem?

"Okay, okay, eat your green apple, don't get in the way if you don't work." Fu Xiaoyou walked over again, "Oh, yes, your dog hasn't been fed yet."

Mo Zimu suddenly thought, "Oh, yes, Xue Rui."

Watching Mo Zimu jump to the West Wing, the elders in the living room chuckled.

"I don't know why, once the Chinese New Year comes, I always feel that these children have not grown up."

"Hey, don't say it, it's true. I usually look mature, but when I see it during the Chinese New Year, hey, all of them are crazy girls, playing treasures everywhere."

"Haha, if they grow up, it means we are still young."

"Come on, I'm still young, there are more than fifty people."

Family courtyard, west wing room.

Before entering Xuerui's room, Mo Zimu couldn't give up another bite of the green apple, and vomited it all before chewing it completely.

"Bah bah bah!"

Mo Zimu smacked his mouth, frowned and looked at the green apple in his hand. What's going on? How can it be so sour!

"Zimu."

Shi Zidu's figure appeared at the gate of the mansion.

"Zidu."

Shi Zi walked from the corridor under the eaves to the west side and looked at Mo Zimu, "Why, did you eat bugs?"

"No. Zidu, take a bite and see if it is sour or sweet."

Mo Zimu raised the apple to Shi Zidu's mouth.

The elder son glanced at Mo Zimu without knowing it, his eyes fell on the green apple beside his mouth, and the corner of his lips twitched slightly, "What are you doing again?"

"No play, just let you taste the apple."

Shi Zi took a small bite, chewed and swallowed.

"Don't you think it's sour?"

Mo Zimu looked at Shizidu expectantly, his character was always cold and serious, even if grandpa and father might tease her, he wouldn't.

"Sour? Huh." Shi Zi laughed. "There may be sour green apples in the supermarket, but at Grandpa's house, there are absolutely no sour green apples."

Mo Zimu thought about it, indeed, everything sent to the family's mansion was screened layer by layer. It was impossible for such a problem to occur. But how could the green apple she ate was so sour? Others are sweet, but she is sour, and she can't get her throat sour.

Wait!

It happened to be her!

"Zimu...Zimu..."

Mo Zimu was shaken twice by the son, and looked back at him, "Uh, ah, I'm going to feed Xue Rui."

With that said, Mo Zimu opened Xuerui's door and walked in.

Shi Zi followed into the room and asked casually, "What was so fascinating just now?"

"Hehe, I'm thinking about whether to feed Xuerui with Apple."

When Mo Zimu spoke, Xuerui made a very strange movement. It originally stood on Mo Zimu's left and walked to her right. His snow-white body was just sandwiched between Mo Zimu and Shizidu, and, A pair of black apricot eyes kept staring at Shi Zidu.

"Xue Rui, ready to start dinner."

Mo Zimu squatted down to help Xue Rui prepare good food.

"Xue Rui, come over and eat."

When Xue Rui was eating, Shi Zi couldn't help but laugh out loud and said, "Zixian makes it really good."

"What do you mean?"

Shi Zi kept his eyes on Xue Rui for a few seconds, then looked at Mo Zimu, "Did you not realize that it protects you?"

"Yes?"

"When I came in, it stood deliberately between me and you and squeezed me away. Now it takes two bites and looks up to watch me, isn't it protecting you for Zixian?"

"Hehe." Mo Zimu smiled, "I didn't pay much attention to it. It may be the first time I saw you, I'm not familiar with it."

"Zixian is still at work?"

"Ok."

Shi Zi's gaze stayed on Mo Zimu's face for a long time. The worry in her eyes was so strong that his chest was tight. Are you worried about Zixian?

"I heard that the research center had an accident. Is it related to the substring?"

"Ok."

Shi Zi always sighed in his heart. Facing such an atmosphere, he didn't know what he was going to say, saying, ‘Don’t worry, Zixian will be fine. In fact, it’s not very useful. An outsider persuaded a girl who was worried about her boyfriend to use whatever words she used to appear weak. Those who should be worried will still be worried, and those who should be distressed will still be distressed. In this world, happiness can be shared, and shared with people who are truly good for themselves. But sadness and sorrow, more often, can only be borne by yourself. Just like if you have a needle and knife pierced on your body, those who love you will feel distressed and reluctant to give up. However, the personal pain can only be felt by yourself, and others cannot experience the pain. At the same moment, he knew her worry and understood her feelings, but he couldn't fully understand her heart.

"Zimu, it's Chinese New Year, be happy."

"Ok."

Suddenly, Mo Zimu thought of a person.

"By the way, Zidu, has Tian Tian come back with you?"

Shi Zi was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect Mo Zimu's topic to change so quickly, "It should be back."

"Should?" Mo Zimu grasped the key word in Shi Zidu's words, "You didn't bring her back?"

"No."

"She's okay?"

"There is an assistant."

Mo Zimu raised his eyebrows, "But people really depend on your past."

"People cannot rely on others for a lifetime. Basic self-care ability should be possessed."

Mo Zimu looked at Xue Rui who was almost finished eating, and laughed, "Yes, one cannot rely on another person for a lifetime, but what should I do? I seem to be addicted."

Shi Zi's hands in his trouser pockets quietly clenched into fists, venting his inner pain and envy with silent power.

"He must be very happy to hear this."

"I hope he won't bore me someday."

The son answered very quickly, "No!"

Mo Zimu was surprised that Zidu responded quickly, and laughed softly, "Hehe, how come you are like Zixian."

"I am not as good as his life."

"Haha~~~" Mo Zi murmured, and looked at the world with a lovely smile. "The dignified prince Hongan said that his life is not good. If you let an outsider hear it, I'm afraid it will break your heart. "

"For someone who wants something but can't get it, the life that can get it is the best."

Hearing Shi Zidu’s words, Mo Zimu’s smile gradually faded, thinking about how to change the subject, Zidu’s persistence was a little bit out of her surprise, Yu Guang saw Xuerui finished eating and drinking water, and smiled softly. "Well, Xue Rui is finished, I will take it out for a walk."

"Zimu."

Shi Zi called to Mo Zimu, trying to hold her, but was startled by Bai Ying that suddenly came over.

"Hmm--"

Xue Rui stood in front of Mo Zimu, staring at Shi Zidu sharply, a deep warning sounded in his throat, and his body was ready to attack.

Mo Zimu looked at Xue Rui and called it softly, "Xue Rui, it's okay, he is not a bad guy."

The son of the world will not give in.

The voice in Xue Rui's throat also grew louder.

"Xue Rui..."

Mo Zimu bent over and touched Xue Rui's head, trying to calm his vigilance.

Just as Shizi was confronting Xuerui, the gate of Shijia's compound opened and a car drove in.