DAD, I'M SORRY
Chapter 47 The Smart Child
Oi! I am an article!
Qin Yinuo looked at Mu Xue deeply. “How? Don't you want to consider it again?” qing Yinuo asked.
“No!” Mu Xue firmly shook to him.
Oi! I am an article!
Mu Xue knew exactly what his status was. His current status is very difficult for any man to accept. Yet he did not understand why Qin Yinuo said so? Has he gone mad? Does he feel he's great? Qin Yinuo looked at Mu Xue, she slowly let go of her grasp, “Think carefully! If you have considered carefully, let me know. I'm serious!”
After saying so, Qin Yinuo left Mu Xue.
Mu Xue's head was like a piece of white paper. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do.
“Mami!” Chengcheng ran out happily, “Mami, finally someone bought my game. Uncle wants to buy my game! “Mami? What are you thinking?” ask Chengcheng.
Oi! I am an article!
“Hah? Sorry, let's go home,” Mu Xue said while holding Chengcheng's hand.
Mu Xue looked unconcentrated. Along the way even while eating he did not pay attention to Chengcheng.
“Mami!” yell Chengcheng.
“Chengcheng! What was? You made mommy surprised!” mu Xue said while holding her chest.
“Mami, why do you seem to not care about me?” chengcheng asked disappointedly and pouted, “Mami, what do you think?”
“Im sorry mom. Try repeating what you said?” Mu Xue tried to reorganize her mood.
“Did mami remember Uncle Da Niao? This uncle wants to buy my game! Uncle we met on the plane!” chengcheng stories.
“Hah? How is it possible?” Mu Xue was surprised.
“Really! Here I show. I don't know what to sell it for,” Chengcheng said as he moved into his room.
“Mami see this uncle is oneline,” Chengcheng said.
“Hey, has your mom arrived?”ask the uncle.
“Mami, look at this! This uncle said he wanted to develop the game I made!” chengcheng said while pointing to the screen, “Should I sell for what price this game?”
“Chengcheng, you should talk to this uncle. We see at what price he wants to buy it,” java Mu Xue.
“Good,” Chengcheng replied.
MuXue started typing on the computer. “Master, is it true that you want to buy my son's game?” asked Mu Xue.
“True I am his mother. I wonder why you want to buy my son's game, how do I make sure that you're not a liar?”
After a while the uncle replied, “I understand your fear, but if I intend to lie to him, do I need to wait for you to discuss with you? I can I directly develop this game without telling you first?”
“I'm sorry. I'm just worried, my son is still very small,” Mu Xue replied.
“Your son is very smart. I want to develop this game. Look, when do you have time? What if I meet in person to talk about it?” “How about tomorrow?”
“Good, tomorrow afternoon I will send my assistant to meet you at the Jingya restaurant. How?” “Bring your son with you. There will be someone surnamed Zeng to meet you. He will talk about price and other things with you”
Surnamed Zeng? Mu Xue thought for a moment.
“Alright, thank you!”
Mu Xue turned around then said, “Mommy's son is so great! Tomorrow we will meet with that uncle to talk about price!”
The next day Mu Xue took her son to the Jingya restaurant.
“Nona, is there someone surnamed Zeng who booked a place here?”
Waiter shaking head, “Nothing!”
“Mami are we really meeting here?” Chengcheng asked.
Is he a liar? It's noon, why isn't there anyone?
“Mami, where's that uncle?” Chengcheng asked again.
“Chengcheng, wait a minute. We wait a minute,” Mu Xue said.
They've been waiting 15 minutes ….
“Mami, did that uncle lie to us?” ask Chengcheng. Mu Xue looked at her watch then said, “Chengcheng, mom will order you a drink. What do you want to order?”
“Beverages here are very expensive. Let's just go home! That uncle must have just lied to us,” Chengcheng said disappointedly.
“Servant, please bring me a glass of kiwi juice,” pinta Mu Xue.
“Mami I don't want to drink.”
“Chengcheng, it doesn't matter whether the uncle lied to us or not. In my heart you are a smart boy! Mami is so proud of you!” Mu Xue was very scared if Chengcheng got traumatized.
“Good, I understand,” Chengcheng replied.
“Come, drink this juice,” Mu Xue gave the juice to Chengcheng.
