Seeing Mo Yunting coming back, he looked behind him, but he didn't see anyone, so he asked anxiously, "What about listening?" ”。

"Gone to her classmates", Mo Yunting took off his shoes, "What about them?" ”

"Xiaozi fell asleep, and Zhiyuan carried her up", Wishing went into the kitchen and took the noodles, "I cook a bowl of noodles." You go wash it."

Mo Yunting has been following behind Mo Ting, keeping a certain distance, so that he will not be discovered, and he will not be too far away.

When Mo Ting was still very young, Mo Yunting and Wishing had always been free-range, so he knew Mo Ting's safety awareness and independence. Besides, Mo Ting has learned taekwondo, judo, sanda and so on since he was a child.

Although I wasn't worried, when Mo Yunting was eating noodles, I still made a wish and stopped talking on the side, and I didn't feel necessary to ask it.

"What's wrong", of course Mo Yunting knew what he wanted to ask if he made a wish, he just wanted to tease her.

"It's okay", Xu Yuan kept looking at Mo Yunting, paused for a while, and then said, "Don't you have anything to say?" ”

"For example?" Mo Yunting sandwiched a piece of lettuce for Wish to eat.

After a few bites, he swallowed it, "For example, who is that classmate?" How can you be sure it's her classmate? ”

It's okay not to ask who it is, but after asking who it is, Mo Yunting got angry, lowered his head to eat noodles, and resolutely did not speak.

"Speak", the wish poked Mo Yunting, "I have a long ability."

Mo Yunting really couldn't stand the eyes of wishing and complaining, "Zhong is scattered."

"What?" I felt like I couldn't react to the wish for a while.

"It's the guy who wants him to be your husband if you're not married. It's the artist you have to sign. It's ......" Mo Yunting didn't feel like a resentful woman at all.

"Oh, are you jealous?" Seeing Mo Yunting like this, he couldn't stop laughing, "Then I have nothing to ask."

The sky is very dark, the rain is not like words, the neon lights on the street are still the same, and the pedestrians are in twos and threes, but it is a very chic oil painting.

Zhong Lisan took a cup of brown sugar ginger soup and walked into the room, Mo Ting just came out after taking a shower and washing his hair.

"What are you laughing at", Mo Ting wiped his hair and looked at himself.

"It feels like it's right for you," Zhong said with a smile.

"Do you mean I'm old?" Mo listened to himself and looked at the clothes, "I think Auntie's suit is obviously okay."

"It's okay, it's okay", Zhong Lisan remembered that his mother had just said the same, "drink this cup of brown sugar ginger soup."

Mo Ting's brows furrowed, "I know you don't like to drink, but in order to prevent colds, drink a little more."

Mo Ting's whole expression was full of reluctance, as if he was resisting with his life.

Zhong Lisan was also very helpless, and walked out, thinking, follow Zhong Li's slower virtue.

Mo Ting was very strange what Zhong was doing when he was scattered, but he didn't ask, and did it in front of Zhong Li's desk. Glancing at the things on the desk, before I knew it, I remembered it again.

Mo Ting picked up the mobile phone that was charging on the side, why didn't he bring his mobile phone, so he could only call Mo Yunting.

"Dad, why don't you go home?" , Mo Ting's voice was full of anticipation, mixed with the small emotions that he tried his best to hide, worried about hearing the answers he didn't want to hear.

Sure enough, it still doesn't, yes, why not go back? So where is he now?

"Dad, I'm not going back to live today. live in the same school".

"Dad, how is your uncle and aunt?"

"Yes".

Mo Ting suddenly stopped talking, as if Mo Yunting knew what she wanted to say.