So many things happened that day, so that on the way home in the evening, because of his trance, Mo Yan sat at the station.

Getting off the bus from the next stop, Mo Yan hurried home on foot.

Even in the evening, the heat in the air has not disappeared, and the body still feels hot. It's July. took a tissue and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, Mo Yan, who had no acquaintances to socialize, seemed to have a sad look on his face.

Sitting alone in the room until almost 8 o'clock, the door lock rang, and Mo Yan knew that it was his mother Mo Jielian who had returned. She has a lot of things to tell her mother! Then the words came out, but they turned into dry sentences.

"Mom, Mr. Chuanwen in the company likes me today."

Mo Jielian was very natural: "A woman, a hundred families ask." You are young and beautiful, and it is normal for anyone who likes you. ”

Mo Yan leaned on the broken refrigerator and watched her mother bend over and take off her shoes. I always felt that my mother's reaction was unreal.

"But that's Mr. Wen, who is 11 years older than me."

Mo Jielian carefully placed her most expensive shoes, put on sandals, turned around and washed the handle at the kitchen sink, shook the water beads on her hands, and no matter how wet her hands were, she held her daughter's face: "You fool, and you drill the horns." Look at those traffic stars, the age span of those who like them is older than 11 years old, and I don't see people feel ashamed because of this, but they think that eating all ages is a skill.

You are doing right, sitting upright, and you haven't taken the initiative to hook up with anyone, who loves you and who likes you, it has nothing to do with you. The only thing that matters is the person you like. ”

These words are similar to what the writer said.

Mo Yan looked at her mother intently, wanting to draw calmness and courage from her. Mo Jielian let her see.

Actually, according to her instinctive answer, it must be: You didn't do anything to misunderstand the family, right? If you don't want to develop with him, stay away from him in the future, and the little girl's family must know to avoid suspicion!

However, since I received a call from the writer before I got off work......

Mo Jielian weighed in her heart. The writer has done things so meticulously, it can't be said that he is not careful. Coupled with the Chengyou who originally felt unreliable and ran to the United States without greeting, the writer seemed more and more reliable. Sure enough, she still has some eyes for people.

"Will Mom hurt you?" Thinking that she had secretly collaborated with the enemy, Mo Jielian faced her daughter's trusting eyes, and she was inevitably weak-hearted, and she couldn't help blurting out whitewashing.

Yes, my mother is a person who can go crazy for herself, and she won't lie to her. Mo Yan threw herself into her mother's arms with a tired body.

…… I am the dividing line of Mo Yan's supreme trust in his mother......

Because of Michel's extreme anxiety, at her behest, one of the three rooms booked by the life secretary was a suite. Two bedrooms are connected to a large living room. Wang Zhifeng was sitting on a chair on the balcony outside the living room, overlooking a corner of Central Park downstairs.

Little Spicy Chicken was escorted by Michelle to catch up on sleep, although he was not reduced to a room with a secretary or bodyguard, it was inconvenient to leave, close the door and be alone. Although bored and tired, he still needed to hold on for a while until Michel repeatedly told him to rest quickly.

However, after Michel entered Little Spicy Chicken's room, he didn't come out for a long time, so he had to pretend to watch the park to pass the time.

The mobile phone was connected to the hotel Wi-Fi, and Xu Qinglai's caring short messages jumped out one after another. He didn't even bother to look closely. Among the not many unread new messages, one was from Joey. He opened: I heard that you have flown to Cambridge?

For this competitor in the past three years, he is still willing to talk a few words. The thought of wanting to explain that he was flying not to Cambridge but to New York was only for a moment, and the real reply was only one short word: yes. There is no need to reveal his complex and passive life to unrelated people.

To his surprise, Joey replied to him right away. Now the domestic time should be 9 or 10 o'clock in the evening of the next day.

"Are you excited to go to a world-famous school?"

"I just feel a little lonely and tired."

"It's supposed to be a long flight. Oh, I chose ECNU. ”

"It's a pity you have such a high score."

"It's not a pity. The high score led me to a scholarship. ”

Another child who is short of money. The corners of Wang Zhifeng's mouth twitched, and he smiled lightly.

Fortunately, he made a bold decision. After the college entrance examination, he went to his father and confessed his mother's financial situation to his father. For my mother, this may be a betrayal. Mom is arrogant and hates people to expose her shortcomings. Despite this, he chose to disclose everything to his father.

He needs money.

Mizhi's support is palliative.

He didn't want to live a life stretched thin because of his mother's personal failures.

Dad didn't show too much surprise, and immediately asked Secretary He to go to Citibank to open an account. Although Dad didn't say the amount, he knew that it must be much bigger than the one he had prepared for him.

To his surprise, Dad didn't ask Mom anything. Perhaps, Mom has really become an irrelevant character outside of Dad's life. In order to make his purpose here less naked, he told the secret love of Little Spicy Chicken and said the name of "Mo Yan". This shouldn't be a whistleblower, after all, the little spicy chicken doesn't look like it wants to hide at all.

Dad's face changed at this.

He could see it very clearly, it was anger. On the face, he did not notice the abnormality, and in his heart, he was deeply saddened. Anger, in fact, is also love, and it is a kind of care. And he deliberately said that his mother was 2 points worse than he actually was, but his father was still indifferent, and he didn't even show his disappointment, and he just said the name of "Mo Yan", and he became angry.

Mom is not even as good as the related characters of Little Spicy Chicken.

I can't help but say that at that moment, although I was holding the bank card given by my father in my hand, I was still disappointed in my father.

The chat with Joey is interrupted by his daze. He had the heart to say something more, but he gave up after all.

After sitting for a while, the bottle of water had been drunk, but Michel still did not come out, and he put his head against the balcony glass, and he couldn't help but feel a little drowsy.

"Squeak."

In the distance, there was the sound of tiptoeing open and closing doors. The king of wind woke up. It should be that Michel came out after putting the little spicy chicken to sleep. Wang Zhifeng cheered up, adjusted the expression on his face, and turned around.

However, I didn't expect that what crept out was actually a little spicy chicken!

When he saw him turn his head to look over, he hurriedly put a finger in front of his lips and asked him not to make a sound. And he looked at him with great interest.

The little spicy chicken is even barefoot, walking cautiously and silently, which is somewhat funny. He walked to the balcony, and it was not enough to walk into the balcony, and the balcony door was slowly closed.

Wang Zhifeng's heart froze: he couldn't guess what he was going to do!

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