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"Forget it, I'm going to sleep!"

Moyou lifted up the quilt and got in. His whole body was covered tightly.

"Aunt 33, Grandma Cang, is she angry?" The girl looked at the peeled fruit in her hand and made a muffled sound.

"Yeah, I'm angry." 33 said calmly, "You shouldn't have gone up there. Do you know how dangerous it is for a child to get involved in a conflict between adults?"

"But Grandma Cang..."

33 sighed, "I'm still watching her. You should be more sensible. Even calling the police is better than rushing up directly."

The girl lowered her head, "I understand."

She reached into the quilt, touched Moyou's dry hand, and pressed her face against the quilt, "I was wrong, Grandma Cang, don't ignore me."

Mo You turned around and stuck out his messy head from the side, "You have to remember that when you have no power, reason and dormancy are necessary."

"Your little strength might just scratch someone else's itch. Why don't you give priority to protecting yourself?"

"I'll feel sad when I see you get hurt." The girl pursed her lips, a little aggrieved.

"Grandma is just a fool who only knows how to use brute force. If you want to help grandma, you should be smarter. At least we can complement each other."

After Mo You finished speaking, he opened his mouth and yawned. He made some space and patted the bed board, "Come up and sleep. It's been quite hard for you to take care of me these days."

The girl climbed onto the bed obediently, curled up together, and fell asleep soon.

"Your conflict this time is really unnecessary."

33 I don’t quite understand. It’s obvious that the problem this time is just that small.

"I'm a little annoyed, just out of anger." Moyou lay down and stared at the ceiling.

"As soon as I saw this little girl's parents, I felt a burst of unknown anger. I was very angry."

Putting his hand on his chest, Mo You took a deep breath. This was the original owner's emotion.

Although it hasn't reached that point yet, the original owner's body will still react to certain people.

How exactly does this task work?Why has everything not happened yet and the original owner’s future emotions can still survive?

His aging brain couldn't think of anything, so Moyou closed his eyes and took a nap.

The past few days in the hospital have really caused a lot of trouble. The Wang family and his wife are rushing to have an affair. The girl's parents have also come twice, desperate to get her to agree to have an affair and share some of the money.

They said it righteously. Part of the compensation belonged to the girl. As the girl's parents, they were certainly entitled to take it.

Mo You grabbed the fruit knife on the fruit plate and threw it over, "So greedy? I'll burn more for you two next time during the Qingming Festival."

They left, but this time they were only temporarily deterred, and the next day they came again.

This time Mo You just said, "I'll call the police if you bother me again."

They also wanted the girl to persuade them, but the girl turned her back to them and refused no matter how they shouted.

The woman also wanted to play the family card and build a relationship, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't know how to applaud.

The girl has no name, and she is usually called a dead girl at home.

When the dial button on the old man's phone rang, the two people ran out in despair.

But the Wang family and his wife were not so easy to dismiss. The problem this time was more serious, and they did not dare to be careless, especially when they knew that Moyou's injury assessment had reached the tenth level of disability.

Who knew that this little old lady was such a fierce person and had such a fragile body.

33 also asked Moyou if he really wanted to send it to them?

Mo You shook his head, "I just want to teach them some lessons. I will definitely keep it private, but I don't mind delaying it for a while."

It wasn't her who was in a hurry anyway.

The broken arm occasionally flashed golden lines, but none of them truly took shape.

Moyou is controlling them. This arm must be restored, but not now, and her recovery ability cannot be exposed to the public.

I don’t know if it’s because they’ve been together for a while, but Moyou can still forcefully control it and not repair it, but it consumes a lot of energy and causes her to sleep longer.

"What should I do? That dead old lady can't get enough of her." Wang Jiadong's mother rubbed her face worriedly, her eyebrows almost bald due to her rubbing.

"It's not your fault, but I have to help. Now it's better, my arm is broken." Dad Wang also smoked irritably.

If it were stolen, it would be a large amount of money, and all the three melons and two dates earned at the end of the year would be filled in.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He found Wang Jiadong who was hiding in the room and did not dare to make a sound, and whipped him several times with a thin cane.

"It's you who messed with other people's children again. Otherwise, how could your mother go up and fight with them?"

Wang Jiadong cried in pain, but did not dare to struggle, so he could only let his father beat him.

"You're going to die, why are you beating your child!" Wang Jiadong's mother quickly protected her child and gave him a fierce look.

"Why don't you blame yourself for all the weird things, and if you pull her away, you can just throw her out without any seriousness."

"You still blame me?" Father Wang frowned, "It's not you who kept urging me, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have used so much force."

"Okay Wang Hui, I'm blaming it on my mother again..."

The two let go of Wang Jiadong and stood in the middle of the living room and started arguing.

Wang Jiadong silently walked to the corner of the stairs and sat down.

It’s here again, it’s here again, we have to argue every day, and every time we have to argue to death because of one thing or another.

Since both of us find the other party annoying, why not divorce!Since we all look down on each other, why don't we separate!Why do you have to hold your nose and get through it?

Wang Jiadong lowered his head and clasped his fingers, but heard her mother calling him.

"Jia Dong! If I don't date this man, who will you follow after we break up?"

His mother had her hands on her hips and was panting. She had just escaped from the scolding battle, but now she turned her head towards Wang Jiadong.

Here it comes again, Wang Jiadong looked at the scene in front of him, as if it overlapped with countless previous days and nights.

If you talk to your mother, you will be beaten by your father; if you talk to your dad, you will be scolded by your mother.

"I won't follow anyone." So he said this this time.

Dad rolled up his sleeves angrily and rushed over. Mom pointed at him sadly.

"You have no conscience, you are a heartless thing! We have raised you for so long, and now that you are better, you want to kick us away before you grow up."

"Hit! Beat him to death and let this kid have a long memory."

Wang Jiadong was beaten all night without thinking about what kind of memory he needed. Didn't they let him choose?Why can’t I choose the right one?

The next day, the couple looked at Wang Jiadong, who had red marks all over from being beaten last night, and they decided to drag him along too.

Maybe they resented him for bullying the little girl.

They thought so, and naturally they did so.

Moyou looked at the extra person in the ward, chewing an orange calmly.

The girl was peeling oranges on the side without looking at them.