"That's right, I'm the second monk after all." Mo Jielian said.

"What do you mean?"

"It means that I don't know what to do."

"What do you mean!" I wish Auntie don't mention how unwilling she is.

Mo Yan secretly stretched out his thumb and gave a thumbs up, and tiptoed back into the bedroom.

"Maybe my IQ is not good. You said that although I haven't been neighbors with Aunt Pan for a long time, the frequency of my interactions is high, why am I stunned that I haven't penetrated anything in advance. I wish my sister, you are smart, have you seen something in advance? ”

Aunt Zhu touched her chin and looked at Mo Jielian suspiciously. I always felt that she had changed something, but I couldn't say it.

"Huh? Did I see anything in advance, you ask? Aunt Zhu's eyes slanted upward, "It's really a little." ”

"What?"

"I thought at that time, Aunt Pan is nothing good, why is Uncle Pan so infatuated? It turns out that they pretend to be a loving husband and wife in order to cover people's eyes and ears......"

"Poof-" Mo Jielian squirted out in a mouthful.

Come on! Is there such a plot?

"Really! There is a daughter, there is a mother. Sister Zhu took a tissue and dipped the water droplets on her sleeve, complaining without any restraint. She rubbed and rubbed, and suddenly remembered that she was originally looking for gossip information, how did she become a communicator instead? It's not a waste of time.

"Forget it, forget it. I'm leaving. My son has an exam tomorrow. ”

Aunt Zhu is like a tornado, coming as she says she comes, and she leaves as she says.

In the name of caring for Mo Jielian, the writer sent Zi Meixuan's housekeeping dishes for several days.

Mo Jielian is the same as the essence of men and women, how can she not understand the mind of the writer.

Before wishing his sister the future and Mo Yan returning home from school, the writer pinched Mo Yan's point from school and sent Zi Meixuan's meals. donkey meat fried rice; Wuhuo mutton soup; stir-fried vegetables; Leaf tofu pot. Meat and vegetables are complete, two dishes, one soup and one staple food, and the amount is not exaggerated.

Wenhao said very clearly, during Mo Jielian's three-day leave of absence to recuperate at home, he took all the meals, so that Mo Jielian could truly "recuperate".

Mo Jielian has no reason to refuse, and she has no intention of refusing.

"Wenhao, you know, Yan is my lifeblood." Watching the writer put the food on the small table, Mo Jielian took the initiative to talk about her daughter. She is convinced that that is the source of the writer's passion.

"Mo Yan is smart and clever, and he is so well-behaved and cute, of course he is your baby." The writer avoided "youth and beauty" and praised Mo Yan.

"I don't have big expectations for life anymore, I just hope that she can live a happy life."

Wenhao stood in front of Mo Jielian, and his face suddenly became a little more serious: "I am not too big to say, I have not grown in other skills for so many years, but I have a more practical understanding of myself."

In this life, it is no problem to rely on your talent to get rid of poverty and become rich, but how much social status you want to earn depends on God's face. However, the material and psychological foundations for living a happy life are still more than enough. ”

Mo Jielian did not speak again.

The writer did not continue to speak deeply.

The two seem to have reached a tacit understanding. In the writer's opinion, Mo Jielian seems to have given him special permission.

Compared with Wang Chengyou, Mo Jielian does think that Wenhao is a better candidate. Mo Yan is still young and is not in a hurry to get married, but if he can cultivate his relationship early, why waste it?

What's more, an excellent man is originally a sought-after commodity in the marriage market, she booked one for her daughter in advance, as long as the man does not object, who can accuse her of being a mother's selfishness?

The writer was overjoyed. He wanted to wait until Mo Yan came back, but Mo Yan did not return for a long time (Mo Jielian would not tell Mo Yan the reason for not returning), and he had to leave until the Wenhao company called.

After Mo Yan returned home, Mo Jielian didn't even mention to her that Wenhao had come.

She wants Mo Yan to live a happy life, it is not an empty word. Although she is personally optimistic about the writer, she will never say more good things for the writer. Wenhao is just a spare tire in her eyes, and it is the bottom line of happiness for her to escort her daughter.

It seems a little dirty to say it. However, this is the true heart of Mo Jielian as a mother.

When Mo Yan ate a delicious dinner and praised her mother for really picking takeout, Mo Jielian just smiled happily. The logo of Zimeixuan's takeaway has long been replaced by her.

If she has to bear any burden, she is willing to bear it with all her might.

The next day, Mo Yan went to school without burden.

The examination equipment has been prepared, and the mental state has been adjusted to the best.

Over the course of a day, I was speeding through one test paper after another.

The bell rang for the last exam, and Mo Yan got up to hand in the papers.

Wang Chengyou followed, stood beside the teacher, and took the opportunity to spend half a minute browsing Mo Yan's papers.

"I expect your English score to be between 80 and 88."

After walking out of the stairs of the teaching building, Wang Chengyou said to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan smiled: "Your estimate is too broad." 90% of the people in the class who want to fend for themselves are between 80-88 points. ”

Wang Chengyou smiled. Indeed, English is not a problem for their well-integrated students, and it is difficult to pull out the score difference.

"Fortunately, the results will be announced next Tuesday." Mo Yan added to ease Wang Chengyou's embarrassment.

"Who knows, maybe it will be revealed on Monday." Wang Chengyou said.

He accidentally heard his father call the principal and "cared" a little about this monthly exam. The principal seemed to be on the phone saying that he would message his dad on Monday. But he couldn't be sure, so he guessed it all by his father's "Okay, I'll hear from you on Monday".

"Mo Yan, I have a proposal." Wang Chengyou spoke, looking quite serious.

"What?"

"I want to start a student company. This is a plus point in the school's self-interview after the college entrance examination. When the time comes, you are invited to join in, and you don't refuse. ”

Mo Yan was surprised: "Student company? ”

"That's right! The one-hour after-school tutoring from Monday to Friday continues every day, and in addition, the student company plans to buy it from the younger students, which is a quick investment in higher education. If you come in under a name, you will use it when you can, and you won't lose anything if you don't use it. ”

Mo Yan looked at Wang Chengyou in a daze, his red lips slightly opened, as if he had something to say.

"What do you want to say?"

"It feels like you're working hard for my grades......"

"Hmm." Wang Chengyou neatly admitted.

“…… Like an old father. ”

"Poof."

Hand up the spacebar to land.

Mo Yan rubbed the top of his head that had been blasted by Wang Chengyou, and complained: "People are serious, and they are telling the truth." ”

Wang Chengyou refused: "Take pains, like my brother." ”

"But you're a few months younger than me."

"Don't mention this!" Wang Chengyou grabbed Mo Yan's backpack strap and refused to let go. The others did not move, causing Mo Yan to use his strength to feed and not be able to move forward.

"Let go! If you don't let go, I'm going to let go, right? ”

"Uh-huh. You let go and see how you can get your bag back from me. Wang Chengyou smiled evilly.

Mo Yan's eyes purred, and he found that "being soft" was the best ending.

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