Mo Yan pointed to his mother's bedroom.

Wenhao's gaze withdrew from the bedroom that probed into Mo Yan, paced to the door of another bedroom that was open, peeked into the small body facing away from him on the big bed, and smiled heartily. I was so scared just now. I thought Wang Chengyou was back.

"That's?"

"The little girl next door to my house, the one who was at my door just now was ......"

Probably to relieve the indescribable pressure, or maybe he really didn't have a hatred for the writer, Mo Yan unknowingly became a. told the story of the embarrassment to the writer roughly.

From time to time, the writer responded positively with "um, ah". Finally, he smiled brightly: "After listening to your good deeds and good deeds, I also have the heart to be a good person again." So I'll give you two days off on Monday and Tuesday? ”

Mo Yan didn't feel the trade-off, but when she thought of Aunt Zhu's convincing criticism of her as a "retail hue", she lowered her face: "I have already resigned." ”

Wenhao smiled bitterly: "Pour me a glass of water first, I'm thirsty." Mo Yan frowned. How did this feel so familiar, inexplicably reminded her of the "let's eat ice cream first" she said when she was facing the entanglement.

She raised her hand and pointed to the tabletop, and replied angrily: "There is one on the table, you pour it yourself." ”

The writer good-naturedly pulled out a square stool from under the table and sat down by himself. The height advantage allows him to sit down and pour water calmly. He slowly flipped up a covered mug and slowly grasped the handle of the cold water cup. Contrary to the slow motion in his hands, he thinks quickly of a plan in his heart. How can you soothe the fried kitten?

Just when the writer slowly poured water, Xixi got up from the bed, she looked at her hands, empty, where is the ice cream? In search of ice cream, she rubbed her eyes and crawled out of bed and walked out the door in a daze.

The heavy drowsiness made Xi Xi lazy to open her mouth, half-squinted, sniffing the ice cream deeply, she raised her eyes and saw the writer at the table.

The writer raised his eyelids and glanced briskly at the small body that had just appeared. This eye looked out carelessly, but it was like thunder in the ear, and the heart was shocked, and the gaze could not be taken back.

Not only could he not take his gaze back, but his entire soul felt as if he had been cast a contemplation technique.

The large glass kettle gurgled out, spilling out of the full mug and down the slightly sloping table top towards one of his own legs.

The cold water slid across his skin, and Wen Hao suddenly woke up, and he hurriedly straightened the cold water cup. The table top was watery, and the edges of the table were ticking.

Mo Yan stretched his neck, tilted his head, and looked curiously at the literary hero's gaffe.

She's so unusual.

The writer is actually a person who can lose his temper.

And it's strange to see a three-year-old child lose his state!

"Rags!" Even with a small packet of napkins, it was only to stop the water on the table from flooding the gold mountain and no longer reaching the ground, and the writer had no choice but to ask for a rag at Mo Yan, who was looking at him with his hands.

Mo Yan's first reaction was not to find a rag for Wenhao, but to stop the ignorant and embarrassed people who walked to the dining table. Her two dark eyes were firmly fixed on a box on the table, and her instinct told her that the ice cream she hadn't finished was hidden inside.

"Quick, rag!"

The writer shouted again.

Mo Yan held Xi Xi with one hand, dragged the rag hanging on the wall with the other, and threw it to the writer.

Seeing Mo Yan's appearance as if he was facing a great enemy, the writer was stunned: "I lost my temper just now, but it wasn't because I was a pervert. This little girl looks like someone I know. I'll show you the picture later, it doesn't look like it anymore, it's carved out of a mold! I was surprised by this. ”

Mo Yan nodded suspiciously, and the vigilance on his face eased.

Xi Xi's drowsiness receded at the moment, and she couldn't break free from Sister Yan Yan's hand holding her tightly, and her little bad temper broke out: "Ice cream!" I'm going to eat ice cream! ”

"Oh! Oh! Mo Yan came to his senses, "Sister, I'll help you get it." ”

Mo Yan turned around, the benefits of the square inch were reflected, and with just one turn, he touched the refrigerator door. Open the freezer and take out the half-eaten ice cream, "This is it, right?" ”

He almost snatched it up, greedily and seriously sucked it.

After cleaning up the panic on the table, Wenhao took out his mobile phone, swiped a few times, and pointed the mobile phone screen at Mo Yan: "Look." ”

Mo Yan leaned over to look, and his eyes widened. In a group photo of a group of old and young, Mo Yan saw the adult version of the shyness at a glance. Resemble! It's really the kind of image carved out of a mold!

"She, who is she? I mean is she married? Do you have children? How old is the child? Mo Yan stammered a little excitedly.

I don't know if it was the tone of Mo Yan's question, or the content of Mo Yan's question, which made Wenhao's face show a puzzled look, and immediately, he remembered that Mo Yan mentioned that he might be dropped in the hospital...... One of the writer's eyes suddenly jumped uncontrollably.

"She......" he swallowed hard, his tone obscure, "it's my little stepmother." ”

"......" Mo Yan's eyes widened to the limit.

Small? After? Mother?

Wen Hao brushed away his brows that couldn't help frowning together with his fingers, he glanced at Mo Yan, and decided to properly resolve his doubts: "My mother and my father divorced very early, and after the divorce, my father got married and divorced, and then, married the little stepmother I just said." ”

He stared at Mo Yan, his face was very complicated.

Mo Yan suddenly didn't have the courage to ask the little stepmother if she had children after marriage, and the sadness in the writer's eyes touched her. She is deeply aware of the irreparable damage that complicated families have on their children's eternal lives.

Her father Chen Ji'an married again and ignored her; Wenhao's father married 2 more times, and must have regarded their mother and son as passers-by for a long time. Mo Yandu has guessed humanity.

Wenhao covered his face with his hands and rubbed it twice weakly: "Just now, what did the man outside the door want to do?" Take her away? ”

There is no need for special prompts, Mo Yan can understand that the so-called "she" of the writer refers to the slump licking the ice cream in front of him wholeheartedly.

"Possibly. I don't know. ”

"I have a proposal."

The writer said slowly in a somewhat tired voice. He said that Xixi's father should suspect that Mo Yan's family was helping Xixi's mother, and in order to avoid Xixi's father's harassment, he wanted to provide a place to live, so that Mo Yan and Mo Yan's mother could take Xixi to live for two days.

Mo Yan blinked, not knowing how to reply.

"You don't have to say anything right away, call your mom, and you two will discuss it. I went outside the door to smoke a cigarette. ”

The writer walked out before he opened the door and ran out like a rabbit.

Fortunately, Mo Yan was wary and grabbed her. And the writer closed the door quite tacitly.

"There's a kid in there!" Outside the door, a man's excited voice rang out.