After the flowers were thrown out, they withered at his feet. Although he did not show anything on his face, his eyes occasionally slipped through his loss.??

He would pack up the flowers, clean up the sporadic petals, and then send different flowers the next day.

For some reason, Amo felt happy when he saw the loss in his eyes, so she seemed to have finally found some fun and did it endlessly.

Later on, every time he sent flowers, she not only threw them away, but also waved the fragrance of the flowers away without leaving a trace of breath, no matter what kind of flowers it is.

Even if she was happy about some of the flowers, she would throw them out without hesitation just because of what he gave them.

Lost flowers has become an instinct and a pleasure.

After persisting like this for a month, he finally stopped sending flowers one day.

Amo subconsciously waited for a morning but didn't see him coming. He was still a little puzzled, but he didn't show it either.

Xiao Nianmo has been very curious these days, and he always pestered her to teach this and that.

His little mouth was very sweet, and his mother kept talking. In the past month, he got closer to her, asking her to hug her and praise her for taking him to play.

Xiao Nianmo began to find it interesting that his father and mother did not accept the matter of sending flowers to her.

Later, I blushed for my father a little, and later I gave him advice, saying that my mother probably hates flowers, and advised him to send something else, not to send flowers, and not hang him from a tree.

But his father is particularly stubborn in this regard. He often throws away, and often throws away, and is indomitable...

Whenever Xiao Nianmo saw his father coming in with a bouquet of flowers, he felt a little embarrassed for him and subconsciously refused to look at him.

After my mother threw the bouquet of miserable flowers out, she climbed onto my father's knees as if nothing had happened, played with him, and listened to him explain some magic and other things.

My father’s knowledge is not very profound. No matter how strange the questions asked by Xiao Nianmo are, he can answer all questions, which has increased Xiao Nianmo a lot of knowledge. Of course, he learns very quickly.

In just one month, he was obviously like a little Douding, but he could already use many magic tricks that even an immortal could not easily learn...

Some things are most afraid of becoming habits. Once they become habits, they are deeply rooted.

For example, when Shen Jiuli gave flowers, although Amo was so happy to throw them away, he became accustomed to them.

He suddenly didn't send flowers, and she became a little uncomfortable.

Even Xiao Nianmo was a little uncomfortable and stretched out his neck to wait for his father to arrive.

It took almost half a morning to wait, and Shen Jiuli never showed up.

It is not good for children to be stuck in the house. A Mo takes Xiao Nianmo out for a walk every day. Most of the time, he doesn't go anywhere else, but goes to the huge back garden of Mo Palace.

"Why didn't my father come today?" Xiao Nianmo recited for the eighth time and looked out the window.

Amo stood up and picked him up: "Go out for a walk."

The sun was sunny outside and the wind was warm. The divine mom was silenced by his mother's arm: "Mom, I heard that the sky sparks are blooming, Nianmo is going to see the sky sparks."

In the entire Mo Palace, the only place where the sky sparks grow is the courtyard of Shen Jiuli next door.

A Mo knew Shen Nian Mo’s thoughts. The little guy was thinking about his father and wanted to go there to see...

Amo curled his lips and smiled. She knew that there was a pursuit in this world called the tactic of hard to get...
Chapter completed!