Chapter 901: I Don’t Give My Wife Pocket Money?
As to sleepwalking, that was impossible. How could Mrs. Mo sleepwalk in broad daylight!
Soon, Mo Boyuan caught the main point from his mother’s words, said:
“Mom, are you saying Mo Zhining, the brat, told you that I didn’t give my wife any pocket money?”
Good, superb, excellent!
Although he didn’t hear what his Dad said over the phone, the little boy quivered, and a chill ran down his spine.
Mrs. Mo didn’t believe that her biological son was so stingy, she said:
“Ahem, okay, okay. Who said it doesn’t matter.
Brat, if you dare to mistreat my daughter-in-law, your father and I will break your legs!”
On the phone, Mo Boyuan chuckled:
“Let Mo Zhining pick up the phone!”
Mrs. Mo handed the phone to her little grandson, but it scared him so much that he didn’t even dare to reach out to pick it up. He put his hands behind his back.
Mrs. Mo thought that the little boy was unwilling to take his Dad’s call because of the previous incident, so she comforted him softly:
“Ningning, pick up the phone. It’s your Dad.”
Can’t help it, the little boy could only obediently pick up the phone:
“Dad!” He called out softly, feeling extremely scared.
Over the phone, Mo Boyuan could hear the trembling voice of his son:
“Are you afraid now? Why didn’t you show any fear when you frame your Dad?”
“Dad, I…”
“You what? You dare to say that you didn’t do it? When did I stop giving your Mom pocket money?”
He was so angry that his cheeks hurt.
He wanted to tell him that since your Mom stepped into the Mo family, your Dad had never lacked giving pocket money to your Mom!
More than ten years ago, when everyone was young, they were not qualified to apply for a bank card and were only given cash. Later on, when they could apply for a bank card, money was transferred to TingXu’saccount monthly at the appointed time. Since when has there been any delay for more than a month?
This brat, how did he come to this genius conclusion?
The little boy was extremely nervous when he heard this. Then, he thought about it carefully. Perhaps, it seemed like Mom did not say that Dad did not give pocket money, but his subconscious thought so!
Hiss ~
When he thought this through, a certain little boy drooped like a withered cabbage:
“Dad, Ningning is wrong.”
Ha.
The man over the phone let out another cold snort:
“It’s too late!”
It scared the little boy:
“Er, then, then… What does Dad want to do?”
He wouldn’t spank his little b.u.t.t, would he?
No, no, it hurt.
Perhaps he was too afraid that Dad would spank his little b.u.t.t; he accidentally hung up the phone. A beeping sound rang out, and the little boy hurriedly returned the phone to Mrs. Mo.
The man gritted his teeth and snorted on the other side of the phone. Then, he looked at the woman beside him, who was trying hard to stifle her laughter:
“Your son is very protective of you!”
So, he just went out and falsely accused his biological father. What a con!
Jiang Tingxu listened to the entire conversation between the father and son, and her stomach felt like it had a cramp:
“Ahem, of course, he’s my biological son!”
If he didn’t protect her, who would he protect?
Mo Boyuan’s face twitched:
“Can you give birth without me?”
Sh*t, you scoundrel!
Jiang Tingxu glared at the man in front of her for a while before she said,
“I couldn’t be bothered to talk to you!”
She turned and was about to leave, but the man forcefully pulled her back:
“Your son has tarnished my reputation in public. How are you going to settle this?”
Wait a minute.
At this moment, it became ‘Your son?’
Didn’t he just argue?
“How you want it settled? Give your son a spanking?”
These words were just a casual remark, but in the end, a certain someone nodded his head thoughtfully:
“Can do!”