The Mo family was still very quiet, and when Mo Ling returned, only the lights in the hall and the corridor were still on.

The servants of the house were resting, and his father was already asleep.

They all seemed to go to bed early, and every time he came back a little later, the house was as quiet as an empty house.

He is now the only one on the third floor.

Mo Ling came to the balcony on the third floor, and casually pushed open the two closed windows, and there were some potted plants on the balcony, including daffodils, orchids, pothos, etc., at this time, these plants grew just right, daffodils bloomed, and the faint fragrance of flowers wafted around.

Mo Ling sat on that chaise longue and looked up at the starry sky outside, looking at the faintly visible starlight and a waning moon hanging in the east. The breeze blows gently, with a hint of early summer coolness.

I don't know how many times, he sat alone on this balcony, sometimes reading a book, lying here to rest when he was tired, and occasionally he would sit here watching the snowflakes falling in winter and listening to the thunder outside.

He has some classmates and friends, but he has studied abroad and lived in the United States for many years since he was a child, and now he doesn't have much contact with them, most of them are developing abroad, and few of them have returned to China.

His life has always been like this, over the years, he has gradually become accustomed to living alone, and he is about to become an otaku.

Picking up the phone, Mo Ling clicked on the circle of friends casually, looking at the latest news posted by her classmates and friends, he added hundreds of WeChat friends, of course, most of them are classmates, partners, and employees and subordinates of the company, etc., every time he swipes the circle of friends, he can see dozens or hundreds of new news.

Some of them send their feelings, some share their lives, some send food photos, and some are even more excessive.

Mo Ling read more than a dozen of them, but he didn't like them or comment, and of course, he rarely left messages on other people's dynamics. As for himself, he only posts work-related updates, and he never posts anything else about his own life.

Exiting the circle of friends, Mo Ling was about to find a book to read, but when he looked at the bookshelf, he suddenly remembered something, no, he remembered a girl.

Why hasn't she taken the initiative to send herself a message in the past two days?

Mo Ling frowned, he remembered that the girl said that she wanted to eat by herself.

How...... Forgotten?

Immediately, Mo Ling picked up his mobile phone again, hesitated for a few seconds, and then entered WeChat again and clicked on the girl's account.

What to send?

Mo Ling was a little hesitant at this time, he almost didn't talk to anyone when he had nothing to do on weekdays, especially girls, he almost didn't take the initiative to chat with girls, girls took the initiative to send him messages, but he usually ended up in three sentences, because he was not interested.

Every time his mother called him, he reminded him to find a girl to get along with, and now that his sister is married, it seems that he should also find a girl to get along with.

Or try it and see if it's suitable.

Mo Ling's mind came to mind that well-behaved and sensible girl, not the girl he was tempted by at first sight, but he also had a good impression of this girl.

"Good evening, early summer."

Mo Ling sent a message over, and then nodded with a smiling emoji.

It's just that after sending it, why did he feel embarrassed. It was as if he was approaching the girl on his own initiative.

A few minutes later, the girl sent a message.

"Mr. Mo, it's so late, you still haven't rested?"