MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 8

【People who can't do anything are really only worthy of being called trash. 】

Sister Jiu said that in order to handle official duties, Song Bailao lived in the city every day, and only Song Mo and a group of servants were on the mountain. Of course, now add another me.

Song Mo is well-behaved and quiet, but he doesn't like to talk. I have vaguely asked Sister Nine if his health is not very good. Sister-in-law Jiu quickly understood what I was asking, and said that she had taken him for a comprehensive examination when she was three years old, and everything was normal. Maybe her reluctance to talk was due to her personality or her personality. He has regular psychological corrections, but the effect is not obvious.

He mentioned the previous nanny again, saying that the family did not recruit unmarked young omegas, but Song Mo liked listening to her tell stories, so Song Bailao made an exception to hire her, hoping she would be better to stimulate Song Mo's language ability. I didn't expect the other party to be so unbearable, and when I went out, I almost lost the young master. At the end, she sighed, looking a little helpless.

Song Bailao's house has everything, a banquet hall, a library, a swimming pool, and a toilet to Liang Qiuyang's entire suite. The kitchen tools are also very complete, the oven is the largest and the latest style, there is no shortage of flour and frosting, and there are hundreds of piping nozzles.

I originally wanted to bring my own set of tools, but when I saw this posture, I immediately gave up the idea, and I abandoned my old love with peace of mind. clothing.

Sister-in-law nine saw me coming back with a bag of clothes with a surprised expression, saying that Song Bailao had already ordered new clothes for the four seasons for me. They were all brand new, she thought I didn't want to wear old pre-wedding clothes so she specifically asked for it.

I was stunned for a while. I went to the cloakroom upstairs to take a look. Sure enough, there were new unopened clothes on the shelves, and the size was my size. Of course this was not my request. After thinking for a while, I guessed that Song Bailao might have seen me twice and couldn't bear my poor and sour clothes, so he condescended to buy new clothes for me.

Think about it too, since I am already "Mrs. Song", my external image is not only related to myself, but also to him, how can I be as sloppy as before.

After the live broadcast resumed, because Song Bailao's kitchen was very different from the small kitchen I used to be unable to turn around, it was obvious to all, and the comments skyrocketed. After several months of double-digit numbers, the number of people in my live broadcast room broke through 100 for the first time, and slowly climbed towards 200.

"Today I will teach you how to make branches, first adjust the color, slightly darker, probably dark brown..." Stirring the cream, I glanced at the comment area, and it was already guessing that I was married Or marry a local tyrant. Someone sharp-eyed noticed a small corner of white gauze sticking out of the back of my neck, exerting excellent reasoning ability, thinking that I must be married to an alpha.

My camera is completely faceless, the screen only shoots into the part below my shoulders, so that they can see my gauze, I also admire their eyesight.

"Squeeze it onto the parchment paper with a No. 66 piping tip, and bake it in the oven at low temperature for five minutes..." I saw that the more they guessed, the more outrageous they were, so I had to interrupt, "No, I'm not an Omega , My personal profile shows my real information, I am a beta, and I have been since I was a child."

Some alphas these days also put teeth marks on their beta partners, but it doesn't really make much sense other than it looks like "that's it".

It's like an oath, if you keep it, it's an oath.

Afterwards, no matter how speculative the comments are, I will not make any positive responses.

When the live broadcast was about to end, Song Mo suddenly ran over from nowhere and hugged my leg.

I was startled and shook an Austin rose to the ground.

Song Mo had to pick it up with his hands when he saw it, and I didn't care about the live broadcast, so I stopped him immediately.

"Don't, don't, don't eat..." I picked up the pale pink rose first and threw it in the trash.

Song Mo looked at me blankly, although there was still no expression on his face, but I always felt that he was a little bit shocked.

“I… can I make you cupcakes later?”

Song Mo's eyes lit up, he gave me a small smile and nodded.

I rubbed his head and asked him to wait by the side, saying he would be fine soon.

The angle of the camera is related to the angle of the camera, and the short Song Mo could not be photographed, but when I bent down, I was actually photographed in profile. I realized the problem when I straightened up, stiffened for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the screen, only to see my entire face fully revealed, and the terrified staring expression was even a bit funny.

Comments exploded, so fast that I didn't even have time to take a closer look.

I immediately stood up straight, kept my face away from the filming area, and began to stammer: "Today, today is here..."

Without saying "goodbye" or saying those closing words in the past, I hastily closed the live broadcast.

I can't see the people behind the camera, but I know they're all looking at me. This reminds me of two years ago, when the boos from the audience seemed to be close to my ears, they shouted "Cancel the grade", "Get him out", like another form of carnival, completely drowned out my thin defense. in the sound wave.

Taking a deep breath, I turned and leaned on the cooking table, my limbs numb and my palms sweating frantically. After about two minutes, the physical discomfort eased, and the heartbeat returned to normal.

I lowered my head, and a small hand suddenly appeared in my line of sight, gently tugging at my waist. As soon as I looked up, I saw Song Mo staring at me with a worried look on his face, with a small pimple between his brows.

"I'm fine..." I gave him a weak smile.

He looked at me for a while, then turned away suddenly and came back quickly, holding a tablet in his hand.

I didn't know what he was going to do and looked at him puzzled. His fingers were skillful in swiping and pulling, and after a while, I heard my own voice coming from the device.

"Tame me. I'm just one of thousands of foxes..."

I was stunned for a moment, and when I got close to him, I found that he actually had all my live video recordings on his tablet.

"You...have been watching my stream?"

Song Mo nodded shyly, pointed to the video of "The Little Prince", and opened his mouth: "...I like it."

This was the first time I heard him speak, his voice was soft and thin, as young as a ball of soft cotton candy.

Whether it was the fact that he opened his mouth to speak, or the fact that he watched my live broadcast, I was a little shocked. The shock even diluted the excitement I had just received from the live broadcast accident.

I suddenly thought: "Then you were in the mall that day, because you recognized my voice and followed me?"

Song Mo hesitated for a moment, then looked away with a guilty conscience, looked back at me, and finally nodded very slightly under my burning stare.

“…”

Miss nanny "died" wrong.

Sighed, I stretched out my hand to squeeze his tender little face, and warned: "You can't run around like this in the future, you've only heard my voice on the Internet, and I don't even look like me. I know, what if I recognize the wrong person? And even if I recognize the right person, what if I'm a bad person?"

"Hmm..." Song Mo's face was deformed by my pulling, and he opened his **** and white eyes ignorantly, and nodded heavily. It looked like a harmless puppy, and for a moment I even had the illusion that a miniature version of Song Bailao was looking at me.

Song Bailao's son, how can he not be like him.

"Good boy." I rubbed his cheeks in reward.

I promised to make cup cakes for Song Mo, so naturally I can't break my promise. Fortunately, there is no trouble. Pour the mixed batter into the mold, put it in the oven, wait for fifteen minutes, and the soft sponge cake will be out of the oven.

I squeezed a layer of buttercream on the surface, and decorated it with the various colored flowers that I just made. In no time, a beautiful set of cupcakes was ready.

Song Mo excitedly chose one of them, and after watching it for a long time, he was reluctant to eat it.

"Eat it, there's a lot more. If you don't eat it, it will spoil after two days."

Listen to me, he just took small bites.

His taste was a little fragrant, which made me hungry, so I picked up a small cake and ate it with him.

At this moment, there was a noise in the front hall, and I faintly heard the sound of the car engine approaching and far.

After a while, according to Sister Nine, Song Bailao, who always lived in the city, came in from the outside wearing a suit and appeared in front of us. As he walked, he put his hands behind him, unlocked the bite stopper on his face with his fingerprint code, and threw it on the table next to him.

"What are you doing?"

Song Mo and I didn't swallow what was in our mouths, and we each held half a cake in our hands. It wasn't that he didn't see it, but he had to ask a question knowingly.

"Make... make a cake." I hurriedly swallowed the cake in my mouth, but I choked too quickly, so I rushed to the sink and poured a few handfuls of water before I could swallow it.

Wiping her mouth and turning around, I saw Song Bailao walking towards me frowning. I was startled and couldn't help but lean back. He stopped abruptly, glanced a little tiredly, and seemed too lazy to make fun of my stupid behavior.

He looked at the cake I made: "You made it?"

I'm a little nervous, but I don't know where the tension comes from.

"Yes..."

He picked one at random and brought it to his lips. Instead of opening his mouth immediately, he cocked the tip of his nose and sniffed, as if to confirm whether the thing in front of him was edible.

Seconds later, he took a bite on the side of the cake and quickly put it back.

"Too sweet." He wiped the cream from the corners of his lips with his thumb and gave only one comment.

My heart fell back to the same place as the cake.

"I'll come back to get something, and I'll leave soon." Then he gave me a meaningful, somewhat frivolous smile, "You don't have to wait for me at night." That attitude was like treating me A not-so-favorite, but fairly fun toy.

He didn't touch the cake again and turned upstairs.

When he disappeared completely, I slowly walked to the island, picked up a cup of cake and took a bite.

Because it is for children, I obviously added less sugar…

"Not sweet..."

I looked at Song Mo stunned, and he said to me again: "It's not sweet, Dad is lying."

It was rare to say a long sentence.

My heart is soft. Although Song Bailao is a bastard, his children are very cute.

"Well, Dad is a liar." I smiled at him.