Hearing his mother's words, Jiao Ziang smiled and said, "Mom, I know."
He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his current life.
"Let's go back then, I still need to take my medicine. I'm really annoyed."
Mo Yan took the medicine and led Jiao Ziang back.
The mother and son took the bus.
In Jiao Ziang's words, "Mom should really experience life."
"Mom, do you want to play games? What kind of games do you like? Leveling up and fighting monsters, farming, or dress-up games, or shooting or puzzle games?"
Jiao Ziang quickly took out his phone and started recommending it to his mother, saying he would do anything to make her feel better.
Then she saw her mother's thoughtful look.
Jiao Zi'ang: "???"
Is there a problem?
"You seem quite familiar with these games."
So is this really the pitiful little thing from the original owner's memories, whose feelings were suppressed to the extreme?
This is clearly a lively and somewhat immature teenager.
Jiao Ziang: "..." I was careless.
"Mom, would you believe me if I said I'm from Baidu Knows?"
You'll believe me, right? "Look at my earnest, big eyes."
Jiao Ziang even blinked deliberately, trying to increase his credibility.
Mo Yan: "..." How silly.
"Hmm, I can barely believe it."
Jiao Zi'ang: "..."
That's it, his "good boy" persona is gone.
"Mom, I didn't mean it, I'll do it again..."
"Play games when you want to, and it's fine to balance work and rest, but you need to know what you want."
"By the way, what was the name of that farming game you mentioned? Download it for me."
Mo Yan thought to herself, "It's not like I can't give it a try."
Jiao Zi'ang: "..."
Jiao Ziang quickly downloaded the game for his mother and was just about to speak.
"Mom, let me tell you how to play. This game lets you farm and decorate your farm. If you want to decorate, you first need to..."
Before Jiao Ziang could finish speaking, Mo Yan interrupted him, "I'll play my own game, you don't need to worry about it."
It all starts with a little guy who appears in a dilapidated manor and has to cut weeds, chop down trees, dig the ground, and finally plant vegetables.
The special effects are commendable; they look very realistic and are quite impressive.
Mo Yan was completely absorbed in it; did the decorations even matter?
It doesn't matter, she's going to dig.
All the vacant land needs to be dug up.
If we plant vegetables everywhere, it will be wonderful.
"Mom, we should get off the bus now."
Jiao Ziang finally understood one thing: people of all ages can't stop playing games.
It's actually quite good that my mom has games she likes.
"oh."
Mo Yan glanced at the screen and realized an hour had passed.
Time flies.
When they arrived at their doorstep, they saw Jiao Ziyu looking menacing.
Judging from his angry expression, he must have been waiting for a while.
"Where have you been? Do you know how long I've been waiting here?"
Jiao Ziyu glared angrily at the mother and son. She had been waiting for them on an empty stomach, while they had vanished somewhere.
"I don't know." Mo Yan looked at her calmly. "You didn't tell us you were coming, how would we know?"
"Is there something you need?"
Mo Yan walked right past her, took out her key, and opened the door.
She wanted to beat someone up yesterday, and now this has come to her in person—it's perfect timing.
"What kind of attitude is this? Is this how you treat your own daughter? Do you even deserve to be a mother?"
After hearing this, Jiao Zi'ang looked at Jiao Ziyu with great displeasure, "Ziyu, what kind of attitude is this? Apologize to your mother."
How could a daughter speak to her mother like that? It's just too much.
"Whether I'm worthy or not, I'm still your mother, but with your attitude, I'd rather not have you as my daughter."
Mo Yan opened the door and pulled her over.
Then they simply snatched her phone and found a voice recorder on her.
They're really well-prepared.
"You're really well-prepared, aren't you?"
Jiao Ziang was a little confused; what was going on?
"Jiao Zi'ang, go and get me the feather duster."
Jiao Ziyu looked at them warily. "What do you want? I'm here today for one thing. Give it to me right now."
"No." Mo Yan looked coldly at Jiao Ziyu. Want money? Dream on.
“I am your daughter. No matter how much you dislike me, you still have to support me. It is your responsibility.”
At this moment, Jiao Ziang had already brought over the feather duster. Mo Yan grabbed it, pulled Jiao Ziyu over, grabbed her with one hand, and started spanking her with the other.
"Smack."
"Smack."
Blow after blow, Jiao Ziyu screamed in pain.
"You can't hit me. What right do you have to hit me? Don't forget that you're not my guardian."
Jiao Ziyu screamed and yelled as she was hit.
"Oh, so you do know that I'm not your guardian."
That's when he realized that he wasn't her guardian.
"Why didn't you think this way when you were asking for money?"
Why didn't you say that when you were insulting me?
Even if I'm not your guardian, I can still hit you. I've wanted to hit you for a long time.
Mo Yan really didn't hold back and beat her up directly.
Jiao Ziyu wanted to resist.
"Let me go, let me go!"
"I'm not your daughter, I'm Bill, I'm her alternate personality, I'm going to protect her, I'm going to fight you to the death!" Jiao Ziyu shouted as she struggled.
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