Unexpectedly, Mo Yan's words that he casually prevaricated because he was moved and embarrassed were actually passed on as an invitation by someone.

At noon, Mo Yan, who went to the shops along the street in the community and bought back a box of cold skin for lunch, just returned to the door of the house, and saw a thin back figure with four plastic bags of ingredients in both hands standing in front of her house.

"Uncle Yan?"

"Hey. Xiao Yan. I heard you invited me to dinner. I bring my own ingredients and I'm ready to contribute a few of my best dishes. ”

When Mo Jielian finally came home from work, she saw that the house was neat and clean, the kitchen was in order, and the refrigerator was full of plates. Mo Jielian turned around abruptly and saw her daughter with a wicked smile on her face, tiptoeing over and covering her eyes.

The mother and daughter looked at each other and smiled, hahaha, giggled. There was laughter in the room.

Mo Yan inevitably praised Uncle Yan Song's superb cooking skills in front of her mother, and Mo Jielian looked shy. Seeing that her mother was not a little daughter and was better than a little daughter, for a while, Mo Yan gave birth to the old mother's state of mind.

"When are you two going to be married?" At night, the mother and daughter, who had been separated for a long time, lay on the same kings-sized bamboo mat, and the "old mother" Mo Yan supported her head and looked sideways at her mother who was lying on her back.

"It's all second marriages, what kind of wedding to do, just take the time to get a certificate." Mo Jielian said with a smile.

Mo Yan also lay down: "You two discuss, I agree with the results of the discussion." ”

Mo Jielian suddenly touched Mo Yan with her elbow: "That day, Lao Yan brought his daughter." The girl he had with his ex-wife is 9 years old and in the third grade of elementary school, oh, the fourth grade at the beginning of school. You know what? That kid loves to draw.

After looking at a few of your paintings hanging on the back wall of the sofa, I asked you about it. She refused to speak to me, so she asked her father, and she asked, and his father repeated it to me, and I explained it to the girl. It was a funny scene. ”

Mo Yan pursed his lips and smiled.

9-year-old girl...... Her parents divorced when she was 7 years old, and only a person like Mo Jielian who has healed her scars and forgotten the pain has no burden when she talks about such things.

The mother and daughter talked about other gossip for a while, Mo Yan's eyes were sleepy, and he couldn't even focus on the gold bracelet, the birthday gift given to him by his mother, one gave birth to two, yawned a lot, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

There is no way, she is in her menstrual period, and her energy is intercepted.

By the way, it was precisely because of her menstrual period that she dared to go to the hotel with someone on the last night.

July 13 is Mo Yan's birthday, and on that day, Wang Chengyou was in military training.

She received a lot of messages, phone calls, and red envelopes wishing her happy birthday. The red envelopes were sent by the sisters in the dormitory, the messages were sent by my mother and Uncle Yan Song, and the phone calls were made by Wang Chengyou and Wenhao.

I thought my birthday would pass like this, but I didn't expect that after I got home, I still had a bracelet from my mother.

The next day, Mo Yan was woken up by the ringtone of his mobile phone.

"Thank you?!"

"Yan, look out the window!"

Window? She lives on the 10th floor, and there is no 10-meter treetop to show her outside the window. However, Mo Yan still turned his head to look out the window.

Wow, when is the window crowded with colorful balloons?

Mo Yan slid out of bed and ran to the window barefoot: unbelievable, the entire window and in front of the balcony were full of helium balloons!

Changing rooms, Mo Yan ran to the balcony and reached out to pick up those beautiful balloons, wanting to see who was below. As a result, I saw Wang Chengyou's news first: [Curiosity kills the cat, don't look down. 】

Mo Yan's two thumbs flew: [Can you see me? 】

Wang Chengyou replied: [I want to see you] He was grounded, not as a punishment, but because he was "sick and feverish".

Mo Yan: [So, who's downstairs?] 】

Wang Chengyou: [Planning and execution company. 】

Mo Yan smiled, and there was no one in the face: [You wasted it again! 】

Wang Chengyou: [Because of my reasons, I couldn't give birthday gifts on time last year and this year. I had planned to make up for a big one when I got home, but I didn't expect to be captured alive by my father when I got home, and asked me to go to the company with him. 】

When he lied about making up this text message, Wang Chengyou was still lying on his pirate bed. He didn't expect that his inspiration would become a prophecy.

Wang Chengyou: [Go wash up, put on the most beautiful clothes, and at 8 o'clock, go downstairs for a walk.] Make sure to be in front of the fountain in the center of the neighborhood at 8:13. I wanted you to arrive at 7:13, but I was reluctant to let you get up so early. 】

Mo Yan pressed his hand on his chest, his heart was pounding, and his face was already smiling.

Ran back to the living room, saw that the time was 7:50, and quickly washed and changed. Mother Mo Jielian is also in the kitchen to spread egg cakes for breakfast.

"Mom, I'll take a spin in the afternoon and get some fresh air."

"Breakfast! Eat breakfast and go down! ”

"I'm not hungry, I'll eat when I come back."

Mo Yan rushed out of the door and hurriedly pressed the elevator. In her mind, Wang Chengyou should have been waiting in front of the fountain at this moment. He would put his hands behind his back and wait for her to walk in, when suddenly a bouquet of ...... would emerge from his back The flower language is the rose of love?

Mo Jielian spread out the first cake and chased it out with a spatula, but unfortunately she only saw the door being slammed shut. When I turned around, I found white, purple, pink, and red balloons on the edge of the balcony.

"Let's go", one didn't pay attention, and the egg cake on the spatula fell to the ground.

Mo Jielian is a romantic person in her bones. The bread is a mundane thing, and when it is dropped, it cannot be offset by the fact that it has fallen to the ground, no matter how quickly it is picked up. Just let it stay on the ground a little longer.

Mo Jielian moved her shadowless feet, brushed and came to the balcony.

When I arrived at the balcony, the left and right perspectives were unobstructed, and I found that not only the balcony, but also those pink and tender balloons floated in front of the windows in front of the two rooms. Look a little further afield...... It is true that only her family has it, and the neighbors on the left and right do not have it.

No wonder my daughter ran so quickly to go out, hum, and lied to herself that she was going to get some fresh air, so she was obviously going on a date.

Mo Jielian laughed, she still dared to delay for three or five years and then get the certificate with Yan Song, but she was afraid that the mother and daughter could hold a wedding together.

Mo Jielian looked at it for a while, but the special smell from the kitchen reminded her that she ran out without turning off the fire. Oops, I'm afraid I'm going to burn Yan Song's favorite pot!

Mo Jielian rushed into the kitchen, turned off the gas stove, put a rag, threw the blackened pot into the bucket and turned on the faucet, and a puff of white smoke rose before the pot calmed down.

Mo Jielian then turned around and walked outside the kitchen and picked up the cake that had fallen on the floor.

Thinking about it carefully, Yan Song should have mopped the ground before leaving last night. He does the work carefully, and if he doesn't delay, he will do it at least three times. In other words, roughly figuratively, the floor he has mopped is equivalent to the dining table she has wiped. If the cake falls on the table, you won't eat it and throw it away? Joke!

Thinking of this, Mo Jielian took a big bite into the cake.