Chapter 113: I Lost!

The night was quiet.

Xiaoxiao didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she walked out of his house, and patted her chest. Finally, she escaped from this dangerous place.

On the balcony on the second floor, Xuanyuan Lie leaned against it, with one hand on the railing, staring at her back with deep eyes. He exhaled deeply, Murong Xiaoxiao, the descendant of the Murong family, what other secrets does this woman have? He held the railing tightly with one hand, and whose child is Mu Maomao? ! When he thought of this question, his mind couldn't help but flash through the teeth marks on her neck and collarbone. The strength of his big hand suddenly increased, and the blue veins on his hand bulged, but his face still had no expression.

Xiaoxiao returned home at night.

"Mommy!" Seeing Xiaoxiao coming back, Maomao stood up from the sofa in surprise.

"It's so late, haven't you slept yet?"

"I'm playing games with Grandpa Ge." Mu Maomao pointed to the computer.

Xiaoxiao forgot the past. It was a foreign gunfight game. Her son really inherited her bloodline. She looked at the sofa again and saw the old man covering his head with a dejected face.

"Old man, what's wrong with you?" She walked to the old man and looked down at him.

The old man slowly raised his head, tears in his eyes: "Little Feilong..." He hugged Xiaoxiao and cried loudly, crying and saying: "I actually lost! I am the branch president of our Chinese Killer Hire Center, but I lost to a five-year-old child, wuwu... Where will I put my old face in the future."

The old man cried with snot and tears. Xiaoxiao could only pat the old man on the shoulder helplessly: "Old man, this is just a game."

Letting go of Mu Xiaoxiao, the old man pulled out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the tears on his old face: "Oh, it's so embarrassing."

Xiaoxiao glared at her son, her eyes meant to blame her son for not knowing how to give in to the old man. Then she glanced at the computer again. She remembered that this game was not just about shooting, but more about tactics. The old man was not an ordinary person. He was able to rule the assassin center, and his strength was extraordinary. But now he lost to Maomao. Even if it was just a game, it was really puzzling. No wonder the old man couldn't figure it out!

Blamed by her mother, Maomao pouted, put her hands behind her back, and buried her head tightly.

"Okay, Xiao Feilong, since you are back, I will go back first."

"The old man...maybe I will give Maomao to you tomorrow." Xiaoxiao said.

Before the old man spoke, Maomao raised his little head and asked first: "Mommy, where are you going tomorrow?"

Touching his son's hair: "Tomorrow I will go to Korea with someone to do something. Maomao, you go take a shower first, and it's time to go to bed."

Maomao nodded and jumped off the sofa. Without asking any more questions, he walked towards the bathroom.

The old man then spoke slowly; "Xiaoxiao, who are you going to Korea with, and what are you going to do?"

"Xuanyuan Lie."

When she said the name, the old man's face suddenly changed: "Why are you still entangled with him? Xiaoxiao, don't you think he has tortured you and your son enough? Maomao's hand hasn't healed yet, and your foot hasn't healed yet. Have you forgotten the pain so quickly?!" He said angrily like a parent scolding a child.

In front of the old man, Xiaoxiao had no choice but to bow her head. Although the old man and she had no blood relationship, she had already regarded him as a relative like a father. Just like the old man regarded Maomao as his own grandson.

"I haven't forgotten. I will never forget what Hong Xuemei did to Maomao. I will never forget that Xuanyuan Lie ignored me and my son. But, Lord, I have no choice! Only from Xuanyuan Lie can I find the murderer who harmed my family. I can't give up this clue." Her voice was hoarse. The Tyrant Tiger Lin family could only get twice the result with half the effort by joining hands with Xuanyuan Lie, and it would be more likely to find the murderer.

The Lord's eyes were filled with a layer of mist. He really loved Xiaoxiao, the child: "Hey..." He sighed and said, "I will take good care of Maomao. You should be careful. Xuanyuan Lie is the leader of the Dark Night Empire and he is not a good guy! Don't forget, in the underworld, if you take a wrong step, your life will be gone."

Nodded.

After sending the Lord away, Xiaoxiao sat on the sofa for a long time, thinking about whether her decision was right or wrong? Is it really good to be entangled with Xuanyuan Lie? However, after eight years, I finally found a clue...

"Mommy... I want to sleep with you today." After taking a bath, Maomao jumped into Mommy's arms. Although he was much more mature than children of the same age, he was a child after all, and occasionally he would feel dependent on his mother.

She looked at her son lovingly: "You are so old now, you are not afraid of being laughed at by others if you tell others."

"Hehe... Mommy, I dreamed of Daddy last night..." Maomao said happily.

Xiaoxiao's face suddenly fell, and her heart seemed to be hit by a hammer: "Maomao, you have never seen your father, how can you dream of him?"

"Yes, so I can't see Daddy's face clearly in the dream." Maomao was very happy and smiling when she said it.

But her heart hurt... I'm sorry, Maomao, it's Mommy who is sorry for you, so that you can't have a complete family: "Maomao. Do you really want to have a father?"

Mu Maomao just wanted to nod, and immediately shook her head: "I have Mommy is enough."

At night, Xiaoxiao slept on the left, Maomao slept in the middle, and on the right... there was a long pillow. Maomao put his feet on the pillow next to him while sleeping, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth in his sleep.

Perhaps no one knows the deep meaning of Mu Maomao putting this pillow... He regarded the pillow as his father, so the family slept together again.

In the morning, Mu Maomao got up early and sat on the sofa with cat toys in his arms, watching TV.

And Xiaoxiao was still sleeping soundly in the room. She slept until midnight last night and got up to pack her things. Tomorrow she will go to Korea, and it is not easy to deal with the Tyrant Tiger Lin family, so she has to prepare a lot of things first. After a night, she fell asleep at around 5 o'clock, and she couldn't get up until noon.

Maomao didn't wake up her mother. She boiled milk, baked bread, and ate by herself.

'Ding Dong...'

Halfway through eating, the doorbell rang.

Is Grandpa Ge here? He quickly put down the bread and went to open the door: "Grandpa... why are you here so early today..." He paused before he finished speaking, because he saw clearly the person standing at the door. It was not his Grandpa! It was Uncle Xuanyuan?

Looking at the person at the door, his little face became serious, and he immediately turned his hand to close the door. He was not as strong as Xuanyuan Lie, and the door was finally opened by Xuanyuan Lie.

"Uncle Xuanyuan, what are you doing here! Go back quickly." Mu Maomao ordered him to leave.