Mo Mo didn't expect to walk into the Mo family again so soon. And it's such a scenario.

According to the instructions of Mrs. Tai, Mrs. Wang reluctantly took the housekeeper and gifts to sit in the BMW, while Wang Zi drove Momo in a Ferrari and returned to visit according to the wedding custom.

Lunch was plentiful.

The family sat around a long table.

Mo Fei picked fish bones for Mrs. Wang for a while, and then gave Wang Zibu vegetables for a while, and she was busy carefully. made up an excuse, saying that the aunt from other places suddenly fell seriously ill, and she was in a hurry to see her, so she didn't show up on the day of the wedding.

Mrs. Mo and her daughter-in-law Zhang sang and harmonized, making excuses as if they were real. Coupled with Mo Fei's pitiful little sweet mouth, she coaxed Mrs. Wang to soften her heart, so she forgave her.

From beginning to end, Momo ate silently, as if he was an outsider.

When she got up to serve the meal, the servant hesitated for a moment before coming up to take the bowl from her hand, and then she said the first thing she said after entering the door: "There are no outsiders here." I haven't served rice soup before, and I don't have to make a show today. ”

The Mo family, as well as the servants, had red and white faces, their hands were frozen there, whether they took it or not, and they didn't take it.

"I'm full." Momo put his rice bowl on the table and turned to leave.

As soon as she left, the seat on Wang Zi's right was empty, and he suddenly lost his appetite, but due to etiquette, he still sat there and ate a little symbolically, but it was like sitting on pins and needles.

After the meal, Mo Fei invited Wang Zi to visit Mo's house. To be exact, to visit the third floor, which belongs to her alone.

seems to be wandering around casually, but she shows her talent and charm everywhere.

Wang Zi didn't pay attention to see and listen, and his brows were twisted all the way. At this time, he leaned in front of the window of the studio, under a red tree in the garden downstairs, Momo was lying on the grass and teasing a sturdy black dog.

In a small room in the Mo family's partial house.

Momo stood in the middle of the room and looked around at the house where he had lived for ten years, but found that there was no trace of nostalgia.

There is a pot of cacti on the windowsill.

At the bottom of the pot there are a few words engraved by his own hands, although it has been a long time, it can also be recognized: with you.

The words are crooked, like a sweet and bitter past.

He said she was like it, prickly but strong.

However, he didn't know that in front of him, she had taken all the thorns into her body.

Under the overpass, the night was blurry, the sky was drifting with a lingering light rain, and Momo curled up with his thin body and held his bag like a stray puppy.

His motorcycle had already driven over, but for some reason it had reversed again, and he got out of the car and took off his coat and draped it over her.

She looked up at him. His eyes were full of doubt, trepidation and uneasiness.

But he did not refuse.

He asked her a lot of questions, but she didn't say a word.

He made his ultimatum: "Would you rather come with me, go to the front restaurant and get some food and send you home, or continue to stay in this place where bad guys will show up at any moment?" The choice is yours. ”

Her mouth squinted, her eyes sparkling and she looked him from head to toe several times.

Just when he turned around angrily and helplessly and walked two steps, he found that she was quietly following behind with her head down, holding her bag. He's fast, she's fast; He stopped, and so did her.

The dim streetlights stretched the figures of the two men very long.

That year, she was eleven years old, and she was not yet yet—

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