Chapter Forty-Six: Father Mo

Monday.

Jiu Nuan and Wu Yuanfei went out at the previous time, and deliberately looked at him a few more times when they passed by the doorman.

Then the uncle saw Jiu Nuan grinning at him sweetly.

"Uncle, it's early."

For Jiu Nuan's sudden enthusiasm, the doorman was a little surprised, and it could even be said that he was stunned.

There are a lot of students in the community, most of them are in a hurry, or they seem to have gone out with only their bodies, and their spirits are probably still in bed.

The students rarely greeted them, but the uncle felt happy at the sweet smiling face of the little girl.

"Morning"

Jiu Nuan looked at the enthusiastic old man and smiled even brighter, but Wu Yuanfei on the side felt that her smile was a bit cautious.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

After walking a distance, Wu Yuanfei couldn't hold back his curiosity: "Ninth brother, why are you grinning with your teeth just now?" ”

Jiu Nuan: "......" you bared your teeth.

"Say hello."

I know you're saying hello, but it doesn't feel right when you look at it, what's wrong?

"Did the doorman, when did the uncle provoke you?" Wu Yuanfei couldn't think of anything else.

"Nope."

"You'll find out in two days."

"Huh?" I'll just say it, there must be something wrong with Brother Jiu's abnormality, although I don't know what it is.

Jiu Nuan walked to the fence not far from the community and stood still, jumped up, leaned on the wall next to him, and jumped over directly, in a handsome and chic posture.

Wu Yuanfei: "......"

Brother Jiu seems to be a little handsome.

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"Mo Liang, you stop for me!"

A middle-aged man stepped out of the car, closed the door and took a few steps to catch up with the young man who was walking on his own, grabbed one of his arms, and forced him to stop.

The man was dressed in a suit, looked very young, and belonged to the good-looking uncle type, but his expression at this time was full of impatience and boredom, and he knew at a glance that he was on the verge of rage.

Mo Liang frowned, shook off the man's hand vigorously, ignored the man, turned around and continued to walk forward.

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear?"

"Have you been eaten by dogs?"

"How can I have a son like you."

For the man's anger, Mo Liang's footsteps never stopped, and he still walked forward slowly.

Father Mo caught up with Mo Liang again, intercepted his way, and stopped in front of him, and the young man raised his eyes to look at the man.

There is no trace of warmth in the eyes.

At Shang Mo Liang's eyes, Mo Father's anger became a little stronger: "Why don't you go home these days?" ”

"How many times has your Aunt Xiao called you, why didn't you answer?"

The corners of the young man's mouth curled slightly, and he smiled mockingly.

"She asked me to go back, did she let me show off how obedient his son was, or how aggrieved she was?"

When Father Mo heard this, he didn't want to raise his hand and fanned it, "Bang", Mo Liang's head was knocked off.

He squinted his eyes and pressed the tip of his tongue against the hot face.

Turning his head and looking at Father Mo with a smile: "This is distressing, it looks like you are really precious to the two of them." ”

Compared with men's anger, Mo Liang is always indifferent.

Because Mo Liangchang was white, and the redness and swelling on his face were worrying, Father Mo glanced at it, and felt a little unnatural in his heart, hearing his words, the unnaturalness also disappeared, and he asked again in a cold voice: "Why don't you go home this time?" ”

"If you don't want to go back, you won't go back."

"Okay, okay, okay, if you don't go back today, you won't have to go back in the future. You don't have to use your credit card anymore. I'll see how long you can be tough. With that, he strode towards the car.