There might be a bomb

Back in the living room, she sat on the sofa and suddenly didn't know what to do.

Hu Zi sat at the side with a nervous expression. After a long time, he saw that she wasn't looking for a book to read and looked at her in confusion.

"Mom?" Hu Zi stood up and leaned on her shoulder. mommy ...

Gong mo pulled him into his arms and asked, " "What's wrong?"

"Yingluo, I should be the one asking you what's wrong."

mommy, I was wrong, Yingluo. Hu Zi struggled out of her arms, lifted the sofa cushion, took out the book, and handed it to her with both hands.

Gong mo: " what's this brat doing? " Why did he put her book under the sofa?

"Wuwuwu, I won't dare to do it again." Hu Zi buried his face in her arms pitifully.

She put the book aside, picked him up, and asked, " "Are you unhappy that mom ignored you while she was reading?"

Mhmm Mhmm. Hu Zi lowered his head in embarrassment. After a while, he nodded and looked at her timidly. mommy, I'm very good.