At night, Mo Ting had just finished translating a document and went out to forage for food.

Seeing that the light in the study was on, Mo Ting pushed open the door and walked in.

Mo Yunting sat at his desk, and the light hit him, becoming softer.

It's a really good picture. Mo Ting's personality follows his mother, but he looks more like his father, and his eyebrows and eyes are heroic.

"Dad", when he is not serious, he will be called Mo Yunting Immortal.

Mo Yunting raised his head, and a trace of tiredness in his eyes, although he tried his best to hide it, was still discovered by Mo Ting. Don't listen to the distress for a while.

"You sit down first, listen", Mo Yunting finished the matter at hand and sat on the sofa.

"How's the major?"

Mo Ting thought for a while, "It's not bad." Mo Ting chose this major instead of business administration or the like, entirely because business administration or practice is more important. Besides, isn't there such a teacher as Yan Yan?

And in modern society, the Internet is so developed, there is no harm in learning more.

"Listen, maybe you don't like this kind of environment. But there is no way, this is your responsibility, which is your birth. I hope you can accept your parents' decision and enjoy it more. "It's the first time Mo Yunting has said so many words. Actually, Mo Yunting knew that he was a daughter, so he didn't have to worry about it. But I still couldn't help but say so much.

"Yes, I know. What should come will always come. I don't know how lucky I am compared to others. A big smile appeared on Mo Ting's face.

Mo Yunting also deeply experienced it. A lot of things you can't choose. He knew how heavy the burden was. Therefore, I am also very distressed to listen. But there is no way, whoever calls Mo Yunting will not listen to such a daughter.

Mo Yunting explained some things again, and Mo went back to sleep when he heard it. "Don't go to bed too late, fairy. Good night. ”

The moonlight was stirred by the wind, extraordinarily gentle, and sprinkled all over the ground.

Mo listened to his eyes and rolled around, trying to reach the mobile phone on the cabinet, but accidentally reached the person.

Fortunately, there was a blanket on the floor, but Mo Ting was sober after this fall.

As soon as I opened WeChat, I saw a lot of birthday wishes. There are one or two people in high school who know her birthday, and there is Wen Xiaoya in it. There are also some things that I don't know well on weekdays.,Mo Ting has a reply.,Some emojis or something.。

Flip down, there is still a long way to go, Bai Shuangshuang.

Lu Yuan's stupid one, even showing off his birthday wishes.

Bai Shuangshuang's dead girl, as arrogant as ever.

There are also Zhong Dispersion, Wish, and Mo Yunting. Even the grandparents and grandparents in country F sent short videos.

Compared to them, I am so miserable. They're playing over there.

The last one is what's the matter, it's really similar to He Wei's personality, just a happy eighteenth birthday.

Today, National Day, is also Mo Ting's birthday. Don't always say, "Look, the whole world celebrates."

After washing up, I happily ate breakfast and started a busy day.