"Ziqi ......"

Seeing that Mo Ziqi's emotions were trapped in memories, Mao Ruiping was afraid that she would be too sad and emotionally hurt again, so he hurriedly called softly.

I saw that Mo Ziqi immediately turned around, his fingers shook, and the newspaper was almost thrown on the ground.

Probably feeling his gaffe, Mo Ziqi smiled at Mao Ruiping.

"Teacher, you don't know, it was because of this news that ...... back then"

Mo Ziqi opened his mouth lightly, still letting his thoughts drift far away.

Indeed, she was sad to think of the past, but she didn't intend to forget it.

How can these be forgotten.

"It was because of this news that my mother knelt on the ground, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she begged like that, begging Mo Shixiong to believe her. ”

His eyes gradually warmed, and his father's title was like a needle in his heart, and he didn't know how to pronounce it.

In front of Mo Shixiong, maybe he can still scream perfunctorily, but at the moment, forget it.

Hearing this, Mao Ruiping walked in front of Mo Ziqi and leaned on the table.

It's still silent, and I don't dare to disturb, but the distance is pulled, and I can always add some security.

My mother's voice was hoarse with tears, and she grabbed his wrist and explained, but in the end it was rewarded with a heavy slap, and I was standing outside the door and could clearly hear how painful the slap was. ”

The voice was already a little choked, and Mo Ziqi slowly lowered his head.

"That was the day when my mother took me, who was still young, to pack up my things overnight and leave the Mo family completely. ”

Taking a deep breath, his gaze shifted back to the newspaper.

Mo Ziqi closed his eyes heavily, and then opened them again, still a little unclear, and his teary eyes were blurred.

The man in the photo, although she only took a back, she can still vaguely identify this man.

Time goes back so long, how complicated is the relationship between the mother and Yan Zhongtian.

After a while, Mo Ziqi walked out of his mother's room, still with his head down, not to mention his eyes, but his nose was red.

Mao Ruiping stood aside, patted her hair, and spoke softly.

"Ziqi, everything has not been decided yet, and we haven't figured it out, so those of us who stay should cheer up, understand? ”

Hearing this, Mo Ziqi hurriedly wiped the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and looked at Mao Ruiping and smiled embarrassedly.

Anyway, there is still a teacher by her side at the moment, and there is someone waiting for her in Lincheng.

After that, the two of them went back to their rooms to rest, and when they came out in the evening, they saw that the living room was bustling.

When Mo Ziqi and Mao Ruiping walked down from the second floor, Mo Shixiong noticed that he quickly put away the smile on his face and returned to an indifferent appearance.

At that time, Mo Ziqi saw a boy not far from him, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and he could probably guess who it was.

waited until dinner started, and then it was determined that today was the son of Mo Shixiong and Qin Fan, Mo Wenyu returned from studying abroad, and this was a reception banquet specially held for him.

Qin Fan, who was sitting on the side, was obviously not as enthusiastic as yesterday in his mood and attitude, although there was no smile in his eyes yesterday, and he was a little tired even when acting today.

"This is, it's Mo Ziqi. ”

Dryly introduced, and there was no follow-up, obviously, Qin Fan was unwilling to say Mo Ziqi's identity.

And Mo Wenyu, who was sitting next to Qin Fan, suddenly spoke, looking a little excited and excited.

"Mo Ziqi, this must be my half-sister!"

Hearing this, Qin Fan's cold eyes glared directly, but Mo Wenyu still said to himself as if he hadn't heard it.

"Sister, although we have never met, over the years, I have often heard my father and mother mention you. ”

Mo Ziqi, who was about to drink water, heard this, the movements in his hand paused slightly, and nodded at this younger brother, but he smiled bitterly in his heart.

In fact, you don't have to think about it to know how Mo Shixiong and Qin Fan usually mentioned themselves behind their backs, and this younger brother is enthusiastic......

Mao Ruiping sat next to Mo Ziqi, extremely gentlemanly, silent throughout the whole process, and Qin Fan obviously didn't mean to introduce him.

To be honest, if it weren't for the sake of face, she wouldn't even want to mention Mo Ziqi's name, let alone this stinky girl who didn't know where to bring it back.

It is not easy to provide a guest room to live in, and she doesn't care about who or what identity she is.

But looking at Mo Wenyu again, he looked Mao Ruiping up and down carefully, and opened his mouth with a very excited voice, the voice was so loud that Qin Fan was almost startled.

"Could it be you! You're that very famous makeup artist, isn't Mao Ruiping?"

Probably even Mao Ruiping himself didn't expect that he would be recognized by his apprentice's younger brother in his apprentice's home, and it was the first time he had entered the meeting.

Although I have seen too many winds and waves, I still feel a little surprised.

But in the end, it was polite to nod his head.

And Mo Wenyu, who was affirmed, widened his eyes even more, his mouth was also open, and the chopsticks in his hand almost fell off.

"Oh my God! I really didn't expect it! When I go home today, I will meet Master Mao! You don't know, I have admired you for a long time!"

Mo Ziqi, who was sitting on the side, was almost amused when he heard this, what kind of god is this?

Putting aside whether this brother's enthusiasm is true or not, he can recognize the teacher at a glance, and he is obviously also a person in the circle of makeup design.

So, is it the little fan brother who is recognizing the idol now? But didn't this little fan brother see that his mother's face was about to turn into the color of the bottom of the pot?

As for Mo Wenyu's enthusiastic worship, Mao Ruiping couldn't cry or laugh.

If this were to be changed to another atmosphere and scene, maybe he would ask a few more questions, which overseas university he studied at, and whether he wanted to take this path in the future.

But he also knew very well that he didn't have any position at this table.

It's not that he doesn't dare or whatever, but one is out of politeness, and the other doesn't want to let Mo Ziqi accidentally get into an embarrassing situation because he talks too much.

"Okay, okay, all that should be said is said, eat well! How come you have been out for a few years and forgotten the rules at home?"

At this moment, Qin Fan, who was sitting next to him, couldn't bear it anymore, and finally spoke, and the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became cold.