Mo Ling's hope for a good night is to be able to sleep until dawn, because he has been suffering from insomnia lately.

But this time it was really fulfilled, and when he woke up, it was seven o'clock in the morning.

When Mo Ling walked out of the study, he found that his mother was already in the kitchen making breakfast for him.

Mom is still the same as before, as soon as she comes here, she will cook for him herself.

Mom made tomato egg noodles, very light noodles. After living in the United States for a long time, he rarely eats spicy food.

"Mo Ling, do you have class today?"

"There was a lecture today, and I rushed to school after dinner. Mom ......" Mo Ling took the noodles that his mother made for him and began to eat.

Mom's skills are very good, but she shouldn't have been in the kitchen much over the years, so the taste of this noodle is also a little worse.

However, he is no longer picky about eating too much fast food in the United States.

Mom should have had a good life over the years, I heard that Uncle Ye's property is in his mother's name, and his mother is sitting on more than 60 billion US dollars in assets, a veritable rich woman.

However, my mother has always been very low-key, and over the years, the most I have participated in some charity activities, invested in the construction of Hope Primary School or poverty alleviation hospitals, etc., and sometimes he thinks that if he marries a woman like his mother, it seems that it is not bad.

"Mom, I'm leaving! Call me for something. Mo Ling took a computer bag and went out.

And he didn't know the one he turned around, the tears that his mother shed.

The room fell silent, and He Xiyan sat on the gray sofa in the hall, two tears sliding from the corners of her eyes.

She hadn't cried for a long time, but at this moment, she couldn't help but shed tears.

Time flies so fast, her fate has grown into a big man, and she no longer needs the maternal love she gives.

In this life, if there is one person she is most sorry for, it is this child of hers.

Yuan Yuan lived with his father since he was a child, and left his hometown at the age of 13 to go abroad, she spent very little time with her children, and gave her children too little love.

Only she knows that in the dead of night, when she thinks of her child, she can't help but feel heartache and sadness.

He Xiyan took a deep breath, and in the blink of an eye, another tear fell down her cheek.

If there is an afterlife, she hopes that her children can grow up in a healthy and warm family, and hopes that she will not have to go through so many emotional setbacks, and can be a couple for the rest of her life.

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The life of two o'clock and one line every day, Mo Ling is used to it. He now hopes to learn more and graduate early and go home to take over his family's business.

Dad has worked hard for many years, and his health is not good, and the last time he came home, he saw that his father's face was very haggard, as if he was overworked, and he felt very uncomfortable looking at him. Dad must have worked very hard in the past few years, after all, he is no longer young, but he has to work overtime and stay up late from time to time, and his body is becoming more and more unbearable, plus Dad does not take care of his body, and he will not go to the hospital in time when he is sick, and he will bear the pressure himself.

He now wants his dad to retire early and do what he wants to do.

Mo Ling stayed at school until more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

When I went back, I found that my mother had made him some delicious snacks and put them in the refrigerator, and had bought him many sets of new clothes to put on the sofa.

Mom was not at home at this time, and it seemed that she had gone grocery shopping.

Every time my mother came here, she would stay for about a week, and the longest time she stayed was half a month.