C446 Raising an Ingrate

Yung Yueqing lowered her head and looked at Little Milk Bun. "You caught it yourself?" Her arm was so red. It was this damn brat who did it!

"Big idiot, don't scold me." Ling Xichen quickly pouted and pretended to be pitiful. "Let's not leave yet. The snow outside is so heavy. What if the two of us are buried later?"

Shang Moze's lips curled up slightly. He nodded in agreement. "Yes, it looks like the snow won't stop for a while. You guys should rest here."

As he spoke, the man took out a black box from somewhere and handed it to Ling Xichen. "Let's see if you like it."

Yung Yueqing quickly reached out and blocked the thing that the man handed over. Her eyes were full of vigilance. "What is this? It can't be a bomb, right?"

"This is a toy for children. It is suitable for Miss Rong from time to time."

The corner of Yung Yueqing's mouth twitched. She gritted her teeth and her tone was somewhat vicious, "I also did not say that I want to play!"

Glancing at the box, she stuffed the thing in her hand into Little Milk Bun's arms. Yung Yueqing sneered, "See if you like it or not."

Hearing his mommy's tone, Ling Xichen hurriedly waved his hand. "No, no. Uncle said that you will not receive anything without merit. You cannot accept things from strangers."

En, Yung Yueqing was very satisfied with her son's performance. That was more like it!

There was no disappointment on the man's face. He extended his two long arms. "So it is like this. This gun model was originally obtained after I spent a lot of effort. There is only one model in the world..."

"I originally wanted to give it to you. Since you don't seem to be interested, then..."

Gun model? Ling Xichen's big eyes were like a light, and they were lit up in an instant. He quickly covered the things in his arms. " Hahaha, I was just joking. Uncle, don't take it seriously. "

Ling Xichen quickly opened the limited edition gun model and saw a submachine gun inside. It had a black and cold shine to it. He then looked at the workmanship.

"Ling Xichen," Yung Yueqing was furious. Damn it, how could this brat be so easily bribed!

"There are many models in my study. There are guns, tanks, helicopters, all kinds of models..."

Ling Xichen tightly hugged the black box. His eyes were bright and his tender face was full of excitement. "Really?"

"Not many, but all the famous models in the world are in my study. There are AK-47, M16, G36, FAMAS, FNSCAR, Type 95 assault rifle..."

Little Milk Bun suddenly jumped up from the sofa. His eyes were full of pity as he looked at his mommy without moving. He looked as cute and pitiful as he could be.

"Big idiot, let's stay here. I don't want to leave..."

Yung Yueqing's temple was throbbing. She reached out her hand and poked her head hard. She looked at the man who was smiling proudly. "You are shameless!"

Damn it, she actually bribed her son in front of her. The most important thing was that Ling Xichen, the little bastard, surrendered so easily.

Shame on him! Shame on him!

After grabbing onto her son's preferences, she began to tempt him. Yung Yueqing gritted her teeth and stared fixedly at the pitiful Little Milk Bun.

"Don't give me that. Don't tell me your uncle and daddy gave you too few guns!"

Damn it, sometimes the little bastard did not seem like a normal child. His peers either liked remote-controlled cars, Transformers, or Ultraman.

His own son is good, but he is interested in all kinds of airplanes, tanks, and guns...

Fortunately, although Yung Yuebai and Ling Jue pamper this child, they still know what to do. They didn't go to him to buy boxes of real guns, but made some toy models.

Do you know how she watched her son disassemble and assemble different models every day?

Seeing this made her heart jump. She was really afraid that her son would be targeted by terrorists if he couldn't think of a way to open it. What a good seedling. She had to focus on nurturing him...

"Mommy, but I want to go and take a look at the study." Ling Xichen tightened his grip on the item in his arms, and a crystal clear liquid gushed out of his eyes. He looked like he was about to cry. It was so pitiful.

Looking at the study room, Yung Yueqing felt relieved. She smiled and nodded. "Go take a look and we will leave!"

"Unfortunately, the model in my study will probably take me a month to finish looking at it." A certain man's face was full of evil-heart, "Oh right, these models of mine are all rare versions. There are definitely no other places."

There were definitely no rare versions. Ling Xichen was excited and tears suddenly rolled down his face. He pouted and said with a sobbing voice, "Mommy..."

"No way. Damn it, Ling Xichen, why are you so useless? Don't tell me you really want to live here!"

"Mom... Mommy..." With a longer tone, Ling Xichen's tears kept falling like pearls.

"Forget it, little friend. Look at your mom. She is angry." Shang Moze's handsome face showed understanding. He reached out his hand and patted Ling Xichen's head.

"You'd better follow her. I was thinking that if you still have something you like, I will give it to you..."

"Big idiot, Mommy, Mom, Yueqing." Ling Xichen cried even more happily.

He felt as if his ears were being struck by lightning. After a while, his eardrums hurt.

Yung Yueqing gritted her teeth. The fire in her eyes seemed to want to burn Shang Moze. "Stay! Stay! Stay! Damn, can't I stay?"

Hearing that, Shang Moze's deep eyes were full of success. His handsome face was covered with a faint smile.

"Uncle, we don't need to care about big idiot anymore. Hurry up and take me to the study..." Ling Xichen's heart was full of models. He wished he could fly to the study immediately.

He wanted to ask how he felt at this moment. That was... His little heart was pounding, as if it was about to jump out. This was how fans were going to see Beckham, the Indians worshipping Gandhi, the person who wanted to marry Yue Lao caught the red line in Yue Lao's hand...

"F * ck, damn brat, get the f * ck over here!" Yung Yueqing instantly went berserk. What do you mean, don't care about big idiot anymore...

She had raised her son for so long, and he was a f * cking ingrate! And he was so white that his bones were exposed, and he had no qualms about it!

However, at this moment, the little person was looking at the man beside her with incomparable excitement and worship. "Really? But isn't it said everywhere that the 'Z-47' was designed by the Soviet firearms designer, Mihail Komovich Karasinkov?"

She looked at the big and small, incomparably harmonious, talking and laughing while she stood alone on the spot. Damn it, she felt that she had received 10,000 points of damage...