Mo Bei sometimes makes people feel scared, when she is silent, and the irritability between her eyebrows no longer exists, she is silent and indifferent like a person.

Tang Song didn't like this kind of Mo Bei, she seemed to be scattered into a pile of sand at any time, he was secretly anxious, and he was desperate to drag her back to the world.

Maybe his thoughts were too strong, Mo Bei's originally drooping eyes suddenly rose, and he looked at him directly, as if he had found something interesting, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked.

She laughed because the little gluttonous ghost next to her told her in a panic: "That man is so strange, his memory can't be affected." ”

She was a little happy, and she had a deformed sense of belonging.

Tang Song found that the panic of the people around him gradually changed into a different appearance, but the sadness for a girl who killed herself, and the uncomfortable rejection of an ordinary dead corpse corresponded to the way of dealing with the sudden death of a girl after controlling her roommate.

He glanced at the people coming and going around him, came to Mo Bei's side and asked in a low voice, "What did you do?" ”

"I'm not that good," she shook her head with a slight smile and suddenly called his name, her brow furrowed slightly as she looked determined to do so, "This might be a little perverted." ”

She slowly raised her hand to his arm that was exposed outside the sleeve, and the corners of her mouth grinned, "Get to know me." ”

Behind her shoulders was a black head, with a blur of flesh and blood in her hair, and the smile on her face looked extremely weird.

Tang Song glanced there, his expression did not change, he just rubbed her hair with his hands helplessly.

Mo Bei withdrew his hand and snorted in disgust: "It's boring." ”

Mo Bei missed the game, but Tang Song's dinner was not delayed.

When something like Zhu Xi happened, she didn't want to stay alone, and she didn't want to live with her roommate anymore, so when Tang Song asked again, she agreed.

Tang Song said that he wanted a driver, but there was no wine at the dinner table, so he asked the waiter for a pot of boiling water, and the whole process was outside the atmosphere.

Zhao Qi interned under Tang Song for three months, afraid and respectful of him, although he was not very involved at the moment, he was not as serious as usual, he was very attentive to the girl next to him, and his non-working state seemed to be much gentler.

She watched the people at the table get more and more enthusiastic, which also gave her enough courage.

She took a breath and poured a glass of wine and walked over: "Captain, I'm ...... I salute you and thank you for your leadership and cultivation! ”

Zhao Qi finished speaking a set of standard speeches with high spirits, raised his head and drank all the wine, and saw that Mo Bei was stunned.

"Ah...... This ......" Tang Song picked up his hot water, and also picked out the wording a little blankly, and picked the good one into a sentence, "This has to rely on your own efforts, young people have a promising future, and I will replace wine with tea when I am old." ”

He also drank it in one gulp, and his eyes were so hot that he closed it.

"You, you're not very old, why are you so old...... I don't know if I'm in a hurry, Zhao Qi blushed a little and said loudly, "You are back then!" ”

"Okay, okay, go, go, go, you guys have fun." Tang Song had a headache when he heard this, and waved his hand again and again.

Xu Minglang listened to the whole process beside him, and said to Zhao Qi who hit the wall with a smile: "What kind of wine are you looking for him to drink?" He came out ten times and was responsible for driving people back ten times, and he didn't touch it at all. ”

Zhao Qi felt that he was not familiar enough to trace back to the roots, so he let out a sigh of loss and walked away.

Tang Song sighed, turned his head and found that Mo Bei was covering his mouth with one hand, his eyes were slightly bent, obviously laughing, seeing that he was discovered, he put his hand down, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, he licked his lips lightly, turned his head and asked quietly, "You can't drink?" ”

He was about to speak, but she immediately suddenly, oh, and laughed teasingly: "It's the poor wine." ”

Tang Song retorted wordlessly, and asked rhetorically: "Do you want to drink?" ”

Mo Bei immediately responded: "Drink." ”

"Who's going to drink?" Xu Minglang was on the side, and suddenly heard someone say that he wanted to drink, and he asked loudly without hearing who it was, Tang Song didn't have time to stop it at all, Mo Bei had already raised his hand, his face was full of well-behaved eyes, and his eyes were shining.

"Me."

Xu Minglang sighed, not drunk yet, and asked rationally: "Can you?" ”

Mo Bei still only replied with one word: "Yes." ”

Tang Song's original action to stop was slowly retracted, she really needed some time to act recklessly, Zhu Xi had a great influence on her, making her unusually emotionally exposed.

Her body was trying its best to save the emotions that were about to collapse, and he shouldn't have stopped it, so when she took her wine and turned to look at him for advice, he smiled softly and said, "Drink." ”

The consequence of Tang Song's letting go was that there was only one dinner tonight, and at the end of the dinner table, only he and Mo Bei were left sober.

He looked at the people with red ears and red ears on the crooked face, and couldn't believe it: "You can drink it so much? ”

Mo Bei held his face and nodded proudly: "Dad has never been afraid of anything that can enter his stomach." ”

Tang Song was a little relieved, it seemed that alcohol was not useless.

The corners of her eyes were a little red, originally in the shape of a flirtatious hook, wet and straightforward, obedient and obedient.

"Alright Dad," he stood up with a smile, "you wait for me here, I'll call them a taxi, can you do it?" ”

"Exactly."

He sent them away one by one, and when he returned, he saw her leaning indifferently in her chair, watching the waiters clean up the dishes. The two hands were folded on the stomach, like an old man, and a red plastic bag was placed on the leg, the mouth of the bag was hooked in the fingers.

"What is this?" He approached and opened the bag, saw a few small bottles, and was stunned, "I haven't drunk enough." ”

"Not enough." She said lightly, her eyes slowly turned towards Tang Song, and she made a gesture to carry out the vexatious trouble to the end, "I don't want to walk." ”

Tang Song squatted down with his back to her good-naturedly: "Come up." ”

He picked her up and left the hotel and walked home step by step.

Mo Bei leaned her face on his shoulder, she couldn't see the city at night clearly, and only the bead-like lights in her sight swayed with his footsteps, urging people to be sleepy and sad.

She reflected on what she had done all day, and she had gone too far.

"Are you angry?"

Tang Song didn't speak, she felt a little empty.

"No," he swiped her up, "no, that's what normal people do." ”

"Oh." Mo Bei was a little disappointed, she did these things that she was just imitating the natural behavior of a normal person, and her original intention to make herself look normal was actually extremely abnormal.

"How can you do something like that?" Her voice sounded wistful, sleepy, "completely unrecognizable." ”

Tang Song was silent for a long time, and there was constantly a hot breath from her exhalation on his neck, as fine as a cub, he raised some worried emotions, and he stopped: "You just learn slowly, it's not a difficult thing, I can teach you." ”

She let out a slow snort from her nose, "Then I'm sorry for you, Mr. Policeman." ”

"No problem, Master."

Half of the way back was silent, Mo Bei once again opened the door without measures, Tang Song didn't say anything, put her down, her arms were a little sore, although she was thin, she was tall, and it was tight muscles that wrapped her bones, she lifted her clothes, and her abdomen could be divided into several pieces, which was very weighty.

Mo Bei kicked his shoes, walked out of the balcony barefoot, sat down next to the two little girls, took out a bottle of wine, unscrewed the lid and raised his head to drink half a bottle.

Tang Song was shocked when he saw it in the back, and he unconsciously felt a stomachache, and sighed: "You should be careful to regurgitate and come out." ”

She glanced at her, "You're disgusting." ”

Tang Song couldn't cry or laugh, sat down on the side, watched her drink the rest in one gulp, and opened another one, and couldn't help but ask.

"What did you see in Zhu Xi?"

Mo Bei didn't answer immediately, and frowned for a long time before saying, "It's not polite to look at other people's memories casually." ”

"Hmm." He nodded in understanding.

She thought about it if it was described: "Zhu Xi is the first child, and it is difficult to level a bowl of water." ”

If the first child gets either extreme pampering, it is extreme control.

All the edges and edges of Zhu Xi were suppressed, she never dared to show her thoughts, and she couldn't show her thoughts later.

It is a normal match between a strong parent and an obedient child, until the second child appears.

Zhu Xi discovered that the relationship between parents and children can actually be so relaxed and pleasant, he can talk and laugh wantonly, and he can be coquettish at will.

Instead of getting a blank eye and a silly evaluation when laughing, he is defined as dumb after being silent.

She knows everything, she learns the skills they teach according to the requirements of her elders, but this can't be their pride, but the willful and reckless waste, casually made a dish that is not sticky, and is praised everywhere.

She did so much......

She's done so much!

She was tortured by envy and unwillingness to become a madman.

Mo Beitou leaned against the glass door, his fingers relaxed, and the wine bottle fell to his knees, and then slid to the ground, making a muffled sound.

The liquor is a little spicy, tearing my throat hoarse, and my head hurts.

"Can she still hear me?" Tang Song asked suddenly.

Mo Bei was stunned, touched his stomach and frowned a little distressed: "I can't hear it." ”

Tang Song put his hand on her stomach, and when his palm touched the soft touch, he laughed silently: "She cried, she regretted it, she loves you very much." ”

Mo Bei suddenly froze in place, his eyes were uncontrollably sour and hot, and his breathing trembled slightly.

"Really?"

"Yes," he said firmly, "she loves you very much." ”

Something suddenly dispersed, diluted very lightly and thinly as the alcohol melted into the air, and finally rose high into the air and left.

The two were relatively silent, and he suddenly called her, "Mo Bei." ”

"Huh?"

In the dark night, his outline was blurred, and he only knew that he was facing forward: "Look at the building opposite." ”

The opposite building does not belong to the community housing, but is just an office building close to each other, with many high floors.

"When we first came over, there were seven lights on, and now there are only two left." He said.

Mo Bei didn't know why, so he continued: "Mo Bei. ”

He always called her by name, and his voice was low, and he seemed to have endless patience in pronouncing those two words, which made people unconsciously relax.

"It's late, it's time to go to bed."