Han Mo turned around, picked up his homework and walked towards his room, the door was slammed shut, "Touch!" ”

Only Han Chengrong was left standing in the living room.

After being silent for a long time, Han Chengrong sat on the sofa in one go, and many questions kept flashing: How did Mo'er know that Wei Yu's death was planned by me back then?

For 12 years, she has been surrounded by nannies, and she has no time to check these?

And I didn't show any flaws back then, it was seamless!

How did this kid know?

This series of questions made Han Chengrong puzzled.

However, the people in the room sat at the desk, supported their chin with one hand, looked in an unknown direction, and were stunned: why did he kill his mother back then?

If he wants to get his mother's property, then why didn't he do anything when his mother died?

I really couldn't figure it out, so Han Mo simply sat up and went to the bathroom to take a shower, wearing purple autumn cotton pajamas.

Just as he was about to go back to the room, he heard Han Chengrong calling: "Hey, Xin'er, I'll come to you in the evening, don't run around, the girl at home was persuaded by me, don't worry, when you bring your son, she dares to say a word, I'll beat her, dear, obedient, I'll accompany you to dinner and come right away, see you at the old place, bye, baby, mua!" ”

Han Mo watched Han Chengrong's eyebrows dance at the crack of the door, and finally she didn't forget to kiss her hard when she spoke on her mobile phone, and she was already angry in her heart.

When she wanted to go back to the room, she heard the sound of Han Chengrong closing the door, and her hand attached to the doorknob also stopped, listening to the sound of Han Chengrong snickering while walking outside the door, and the voice gradually faded away until it disappeared.

She just went back to the room, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep: that woman actually had a son, could it be her father's?

Han Mo thought about it, and fell asleep unconsciously.

After yesterday's incident, Han Chengrong's father and daughter never said a word more, and Han Mo didn't talk to anyone else.

If it weren't for her high grades at school, her outstanding looks, and the school flower of 'Lule' (the name of the school), she would have been like a grain of sand in the sea, and no one would ever notice her.

Because of her introverted temperament, Han Mo doesn't speak, let alone talk about any friends, but she is the object of admiration among many boys, and many girls are jealous, some worship, worship her talent, and envy her appearance.

As soon as she entered the school gate, she could see boys and girls walking together, talking happily, Han Mo formed a great contrast with this, she walked slowly, and could smell a faint mint fragrance in the air, this is definitely not that she sprayed perfume, because she is allergic to perfume.

The boy who was close to her took a hard breath, and then sighed, it's so fragrant!

"Han Mo is here, wow, it's Han Mo!"

I don't know who shouted, and then everyone's eyes looked at Han Mo, and after a while, she was surrounded by people, but she didn't see a trace of panic in her eyes, and this kind of thing is not strange.

Han Mo didn't have any expression on his face..."Wow." O cold goddess! ”

"Han Mo, I love you!"

"Han Mo, I'll help you carry your schoolbag"

A big man flexes his muscles.

"Han Mo, Han Mo, treat your long hair to your waist, it's good for me to marry you!"

… She also took these words as a deaf ear, ignored them directly, did not make any answers, and walked forward resolutely, suddenly, her hand was pulled, Han Mo subconsciously looked back, but it was just a side face: the edges and corners were clear, the skin was fair and there were no impurities, the hair looked a little messy because of the crowd, the shirt was neat and clean, and the strong muscles inside could be seen.

At first glance, everyone thinks he is a handsome guy, but, Han Mo's face is not red and his heart is not beating.

Along the way, the boy kept holding Han Mo's hand, and finally ran to the classroom before stopping.

The two gasped for breath, "Huhu, are you okay, I'll take you to the classroom." Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry, you look like a good student, I don't want you to be late. ”

Suddenly, the warm voice of the boy next to him came into Han Mo's ears, and Han Mo subconsciously looked up at him: a neat shirt in his blue coat, the sweat on his forehead slid down his chin along the graceful curve, he was a little hot because of running, his face was a little red, and he was a warm man!

Maybe he was a little embarrassed to be stared at by Han Mo, his face turned even redder, and he said, "I'd better send you to the classroom quickly!" ”

Han Mo listened, shook his head, signaled no, and walked away.

Only a handsome man was left in front of the empty classroom door.