When Mo Xiu came to her, she raised her head and looked at him with admiration.

Little Candy really admires him more and more, and he seems to know everything!

Every time she doesn't know the word she asks bad uncle, she knows it too.

If only she didn't get angry.

Mo Xiu curled his lips: "Does it sound good?"

Little Candy nodded truthfully.

"Did I play it nicely or your mother play it nicely? Tell the truth." Mo Xiu asked deliberately.

"It sounds nice." Xiao Candy should not answer his question!

Mo Xiu was helpless. It seemed that he could not compare with Ning An?

It’s like when Ning An was in college, when he was not here, he was so glorious at school. Not only was he a schoolmaster, but he was also a god of scholars who could win the first place in all competitions.

After Ning An came, as long as they competed on the same stage, he could only win second place from now on.

It seems that after so many years, he can only tie Ning An.

But in his own opinion, is he better than Ning'an?

Ning An worked in New York for five years but was promoted to director. In just five years in Huacheng, he created a business myth and became a newcomer in Huacheng. He didn't know how many times more assets under his name were than Ning An.

So, she is still a nerd, and he is the God of Learning.

"Bad uncle, why are you here today?"

"Hmm? Why call me bad uncle? You answer me first."

"Because you're bad!"

Mo Xiu: "..."

He is bad?

He doesn't admit it.

He is not at all concerned about children.

"It's your time to answer me."

Thinking that the child was really unwilling to suffer any loss, Mo Xiu said casually: "It happened to be passing by here."

"Then are you working in New York? You've been here for a long time!"

"When you go to work? You have no future when you go to work. I run a company."

"Wow." Little Candy was surprised, "You are like my dad, and my dad also has a company."

"I'm different from your father." Mo Xiu didn't like others comparing him with Song Shaojun, but he didn't expect that this little brat would dare to compare him with him.

"What's the difference?" Xiao Candy didn't understand.

Mo Xiu was dissatisfied: "I am richer than your father!"

"I don't believe it." Little Candy refused to listen to his lie, "Bad uncle, it's useless to have money. My dad has a cute little cute like me, you don't."

Mo Xiu: "..."

He was about to be angry with this little kid and vomited blood.

He thought he was better than Song Shaojun, but the little brat choked him with just one word. He was not as cute as cute, and he would never have cute in the future.

In the past, my grandfather always compared him with Song Shaojun, but no matter how my grandfather thought, he himself didn't think he was worse than Song Shaojun and would argue with his grandfather.

But at this moment, the little brat said something and left him speechless.

Little Candy looked at him innocently.

He suddenly became a little jealous of Song Shaojun, which had never been before.

He got married earlier than Song Shaojun. If he had children when he got married, the children are now older than Little Candy.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

Xiao Candy's eyes are shiny, and it does inherit all the advantages of Ning An and Song Shaojun, and it is pleasing and beautiful.

Mo Xiu stared at her for a long time.

Little Candy was embarrassed by his eyes and shy: "Uncle, don't you think I'm cute?"

"Then has your mother taught you a proverb?"

"What?"

"Wang Po sells melons and boasts about it."
Chapter completed!