"Wait. Mo Yun spoke.

"Is there anything else going on with Mr. Mo Yun?" the takeaway brother turned around in confusion.

"Please help me take this bag of garbage down, thank you. Mo Yun turned around and took a garbage bag and handed it over.

This is what he left over from his lunch takeout.

"Okay. The takeaway brother took the garbage bag and smiled: "Is there anything else Mr. Mo Yun has to do?

"It's okay, you can go back. Mo Yun shook his head.

Watching the back of the takeaway brother slowly disappear, Mo Yun fell into deep thought.

"Why did the Sanpin Martial Artist fall to delivering takeaways?"

The way he speaks is also different from that of ordinary delivery people, which is a bit awkward. ”

After a moment of silence, Mo Yun continued.

"Although he has the aura of a third-grade martial artist, there seems to be something wrong with his body, he has an empty realm, and he has no strength. ”

"What the hell happened to him?"

After pondering for a long time, Mo Yun shook his head and didn't think about it anymore.

Although he was a little curious about the delivery boy, he didn't want to be nosy.

......

At the same time, the community downstairs.

Wang Qian led the two middle-aged women towards the direction where Mo Yun's house was located.

"Mom, Aunt Wang, why don't you say a word. ”

"Mom and your Aunt Wang also suddenly changed their route and came here, and they didn't plan it in advance. Wang Qian's mother explained.

The Aunt Wang in the mouth of the two is Mo Yun's mother Wang Yueying.

"Yueying, it's not me saying you, you are too spoiled by Mo Yun, it's only a sophomore, and you moved to live outside the school, how unsociable it is, if you don't learn to get along with people, you will suffer if you go out of society in the future. Wang Qian's mother said.

"Alas, this kid is so rebellious, I can't control him. Wang Yueying shook her head and said.

Wang Qian's mother continued: "I heard that Mo Yun stays at home all day, doesn't go to class, and doesn't practice martial arts, can't go on like this, how can he be like this?"

"I finally went to college, he didn't study hard, and he didn't work hard to practice martial arts, and after graduation, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to find a job. ”

Hearing this, Wang Yueying's face became a little unnatural.

Although her son is a bit useless, she is still a little unhappy when others say this.

Wang Qian's mother didn't notice Wang Yueying's face and continued.

"Our family Qian'er is very sensible and positive, and now she is not only the minister of the martial arts club, but also makes her own money, and often gives me and her father Kari, and last month I played 10,000!"

"When I meet Mo Yun, I have to let him learn more from Sissi. ”

When she said this, Wang Qian's mother was a little proud.

Don't be as good as other people's children, it's too embarrassing.

Wang Yueying smiled and did not speak.

Although Mo Yun is a bastard, when it comes to making money, this kid is no worse than anyone else, and if he gnaws on the old or something, that's a joke.

Wang Yueying remembered that when Mo Yun was still in high school, he often sent millions of dollars to his family.

"Yueying, I didn't say you ......"

Wang Qian's mother wanted to continue, but was interrupted by Wang Qian: "Mom, don't say it, let's go quickly!"

......

After eating, he took a cup of hot water, put a handful of wolfberries in his hand, and Mo Yun drank it deliciously.

After drinking the water, just as Mo Yun was about to continue watching the anime, there was a knock on the door outside again.

"Huh?" Mo Yun wondered.

It's all at this point, who will come to him?

Knock Knock Knock –

The knock on the door sounded for the second time, and Mo Yun frowned: "Who?"

"Stinky boy, open the door!"

A familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Mom?" Mo Yun was stunned.

"Stinky boy won't open the door again and break your legs!"

"It's coming, it's coming. Mo Yun hurriedly got up.

As soon as he opened the door, Mo Yun saw his mother Wang Yueying.

Wang Yueying is 41 years old, and she usually practices some basic martial arts, but now she looks very young, and she doesn't pay attention to the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, thinking that she is only in her early thirties.

"Mom, why are you free to come over?" Looking at the old mother with a gloomy face outside the door, Mo Yun smiled.

"Bastard boy, you haven't been home for more than a year, I'll see if you're dead outside!" Wang Yueying was angry when she saw her son.

What's going on, other people's children go to college and go home, and they can't wait to go home to accompany their mother every day on vacation.

This bastard boy is good, he hasn't been home since he went to college, and he won't even go back for the Spring Festival!

"You bastard, do you still have parents in your heart?"

"Alas, Mom, you can't say that, haven't I always asked you and Dad to move in, and you don't listen. Mo Yun said innocently.

It's not that he doesn't want to go home, it's that the system won't let him......

At the beginning, he went on a mission in Jiangnan, and the binding area given by the system was here, and in the end he could only choose the community next to Jiangnan Wuhan University.

Otherwise, he would not have applied for Jiangnan Wuhan University.

You and your father have lived in Tancheng all their lives, how can you be willing to leave!" Wang Yueying was so angry that she wanted to beat someone.

"You bastard, what did you say, you have to move the whole family to accompany you when you go to college?"

"Uh-" Mo Yun stopped talking, at this time, it was better to remain silent.

"Don't you plan to let my mother in?" Wang Yueying took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Today, she has more important things to do with Mo Yun.

"Come in, come in. Mo Yun hurriedly got out of the way and beckoned his mother into the house.

"Uh, Aunt Hu is here too?"

"Wang Qian, why did you come with you?"

At this time, Mo Yun noticed that Wang Yueying was followed by two people, one of whom was Wang Qian.

Wang Qian glared at Mo Yun and did not speak.

As for Aunt Hu, she is actually Wang Qian's mother.

Mo Yun knew that Wang Qian's mother and his mother were good friends.

"I'll come here with your Aunt Hu to do some errands, I just got off the train an hour ago, and I'll come to see you two by the way. Wang Yueying explained.

"That's right. Mo Yun nodded and beckoned them in.

After a while, Mo Yun made a pot of tea, and Wang Yueying and Aunt Hu poured a cup each.

As for Wang Qian, Mo Yun didn't pour it for her.

Because this girl doesn't like tea.

Aunt Hu took the teacup and looked at Mo Yun's room with a frown.

The room is not very big, more than forty square meters, it stands to reason that Mo Yun is enough to live alone.

But because the two glass cabinets took up too much space, and the corners were full of comic books and novels, the whole house looked a little cramped.

"Xiaoyun, what are you messing around?" Aunt Hu pointed to the glass cabinet.

"Oh, this thing, it's called a figure, it's a kind of anime character model. Mo Yun explained.

"Xiaoyun, didn't my aunt say that you, such a big person, you should be more mature, why do you still like these cartoons that only children like?" Aunt Hu said with some dissatisfaction.

In the past, he liked Mo Yun very much, and even had the idea of marrying his daughter to the other party.

But now......

This kid of the Mo family is considered a waste, and his own daughter must not marry this kind of person.

Mo Yun scratched his head in embarrassment and did not reply.

Seeing this, Wang Yueying took over and said, "Your Aunt Hu is right, these things should be disposed of quickly, either sold or thrown away, what are you doing at home with so much?"

Aunt Hu glanced at the figures lightly: "That's it, throw them away quickly, these things are estimated to be unsold, they are worthless at first glance, no one wants them, they can only be disposed of as garbage." ”

When Wang Qian on the side heard this, she pulled her mother's sleeve with an embarrassed face.

"Huh?" Aunt Hu looked at Wang Qian suspiciously.

Wang Qian leaned over and whispered in her mother's ear: "Mom, many of his things are customized, and even some are out of print, and a set may be worth tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands......