Night City

The Mo family villa is very quiet, only two rooms are lit up.

There are only a few people living in this villa now, Mo Yixuan and Yuanyuan, as well as a nanny, a driver, a doorman, and a cook.

Mo Yixuan, who had just come back from work, was drenched in some rain, and his hair was wet and sticking to his face, making him look a little embarrassed.

He took off the coat he was wearing and found a set of home clothes to change into.

He is also very busy now, because he invested in a logistics company three years ago, and now he is also in charge of this company, and the company is in the rapid development stage, and he is busy every day.

The thick dark circles under his eyes hadn't dissipated for a long time.

After changing his clothes, his phone rang with the sound of a message notification.

It was a manager who sent him a WeChat message telling him that the revised marketing plan had been sent to his mailbox.

Mo Yixuan sat on the sofa and drank the cup of strong tea that the nanny aunt had just made for him. With a light tap of his finger on the screen, he only replied with one word, "Good!" ”

After returning, he went to the room on the far right, the room of the edge.

The door was not closed, and Mo Yixuan pushed the door in.

The light in the room was on, and Yuan Yuan was sitting at his desk, holding a pen and writing something.

"Mo Ling, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Mo Yixuan asked. The tone was serious, but the worry was audible.

This kid has always slept later than him in the past two years, and he doesn't know how he has so much homework to do.

He didn't hire a private tutor for his children this year, because he didn't want his children to have a happy childhood like when he was a child, and every day was an endless day of knowledge and homework.

Yuan Yuan put down the pen in his hand, slowly raised his head, and looked at his father standing at the door.

"I'll sleep later, Dad......" Yuan Yuan responded lightly.

Dad came back late late, so I guess it's because he's tired from work, and it would be nice if he grew up so he could manage the company's affairs.

"Did Mom call you today?" Mo Yixuan asked this sentence again, which was also a question he often asked.

Yuan Yuan stared at his father with his eyebrows, nodded, and said, "Yes, my mother said to ask me if I will go to the castle next weekend." I said I'm going to my teacher's house next weekend. ”

Mo Yixuan didn't reply, and the white light hit his face, making his face look even whiter.

He pursed his thin lips, and between his eyebrows there was a tangle and pain that seemed to never go away.

He walked into Yuanyuan's room and sat down on a wooden chair.

"That's right, Dad, I need to change a piano teacher, and Mr. Qin is going abroad to accompany his wife." Yuan Yuan has many hobbies, in addition to the piano, he also likes to draw, play chess, and make models......

He is full of curiosity and a desire to explore things that he does not understand.

Mo Yixuan snorted, his face tense, without a trace of a smile. In fact, he hadn't laughed in a long time.

"I'll help you find a better teacher, Mo Ling."

Mo Yixuan has never been averse to children learning what he is interested in. When he was 12 years old, his father was diagnosed with a brain tumor, so he was strictly required by his father, and he was busy with homework every day, and five or six private trainers came to teach on weekends. He didn't have time to play, he didn't have time to make friends, let alone learn to play an instrument or draw.

He didn't have a childhood.