9 Hit your home bed, and let you go

After coming out of the hospital, Momo went back to his mother's house.

My daughter got married yesterday, but the mother didn't know it.

What an irony it is.

She couldn't open her mouth.

It was all dark and the street lights were dim. Pedestrians are scarce.

Mo Mo cut his hands behind his back, hunched his body, jumped up the steps step by step with his legs, and said in his mouth: "Twenty-two, twenty-three......"

The frog-like figure was particularly bright in the dim light.

He stood in the shadows of the corner. I don't know how long I've been standing. Until she found out.

"Why did you come?" When she saw him, she jumped down four steps in a row, causing his heart to beat up for no reason, and she wanted to stop him but it was too late.

Fortunately, she landed on her feet unharmed, clapped her hands, and walked up to him.

"You think I'm like you, an idler, and this young master has a lot of things to deal with."

"Okay, okay, I won't talk to you. Let's go. โ€

"Where are you going?"

"Dinner, of course! My stomach is almost hungry. Momo touched his stomach: "Have you eaten it?" โ€

"I ......" Wang Zi was a little weak-hearted, but the volume was deliberately raised by a few decibels: "Of course I ...... Didn't eat either. โ€

"That's great! Let's go. Momo pulled open the back door and prepared to sit inside.

"Sit in front." Wang Zi stopped her.

"Why? It seems that the relationship between the two of us is not friendly enough to sit so close, right? โ€

"Then it seems that the relationship between the two of us is not friendly enough for me to be your full-time driver, right?"

Cut. Mo Mo pursed his lips and didn't raise the bar with him, and sat directly in the passenger seat.

"What to eat?"

"Eat delicious. But first say well, you pay. โ€

"With me, I'm not in the habit of making women pay."

Mo Mo looked at him and rolled his eyes, what do you have to sรจ? You didn't earn that money!

For the first time, he saw that a girl could eat so happily and so satisfied.

"I'm going to let you lose your face tonight." Walking to the parking lot, Wang Zi said while opening the door with a remote control.

"Why? Just for me to pack this little thing? Momo put the lunch box away and fastened his seatbelt.

"A trifle?"

"If such a trivial matter can make Wang Dashao feel embarrassed, I'm afraid, there is nothing left for you to lose."

"There's still something to lose." Wang Zi is serious.

"What?"

"You." Wang Zi smiled.

"Begging for a beating!" Momo shook his fist.

"Now I can't drive a taxi, do I want to call home to bed and let you call?" Wang Zi laughed ruffianly.

Momo has been here twice today, but the situation is very different.

Happiness is so simple for her.

Wang Zi's eyes seemed to be brushed by a tree branch. Just now she ordered two servings of bird's nest by herself, and he despised her greatly in his heart. He also wondered that she was not angry or refuted, thinking that she was weak-hearted. But later he found out that she hadn't tasted the bird's nest at all, and was carefully held in her hand at the moment.

The two of them turned around and came to an old courtyard gate. Mo Mo was about to take the food box in his hand and tell him to go back to the car and wait, but the door creaked open from the inside.

An honest man in his fifties walked out, a little surprised: "Momo? โ€

"Uncle, are you ready to go to work?"

"yes. This is ......"

"He's ...... He is ......" Momo suddenly found that the person in front of him was nominally his husband: "He is the driver." โ€

What the? Driver?

Wang Zi glared at Mo Mo, and Mo Mo fiercely stretched out his hand to compare under his neck, meaning: Dare to be careful that I will destroy you! โ€•โ€•

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