"It's really me!" Ning Yuanlan smiled with relief, I have seen many classmates today, none of them have an impression of her, and finally met a boy who knows her and keeps her photo, Ning Yuanlan is very happy, he should know a lot of things about her before, and he also began to be enthusiastic about this Zhou Jiayao, "Can you send me this photo." ”

"Absolutely." Zhou Jiayao agreed, "Give me your mobile phone number, and I'll send you MMS." ”

Xiao Xi on the side had been listening to the conversation between the two very seriously, and when he heard Zhou Jiayao ask Ning Yuanlan for a mobile phone number, he immediately shook Ning Yuanlan's hand, "Mom, Dad said that you can't give your mobile phone number to a strange uncle." ”

"Is this your son?" Zhou Jiayao looked at Xiao Xi in surprise, and then nodded, "It's like you, especially the ears." ”

"Hmph, I'm her son, not like her, am I like you?" Xiaoxi's tone was very unkind.

Ning Yuanlan saw that Xiaoxi had a bad attitude, and he didn't have time to explain to Zhou Jiayao, so he only criticized Xiaoxi slightly harshly, "Xiaoxi, you can't be rude to your uncle, do you know?" ”

"He's a bad uncle, and he wants to snatch mom away from dad." Xiaoxi not only didn't listen to Ning Yuanlan's words, but also said his impression of Zhou Jiayao in his heart.

"What are you and me? Everybody likes it. Ning Yuanlan shook his head helplessly, knowing very self-aware that his outside had not yet reached the point of falling in love with a stranger at first sight, so he read his mobile phone number to Zhou Jiayao.

After a while, a text message prompt came from her phone, and she happily opened it, finally seeing a photo of herself from her youth.

"Lan Lan." When Ning Yuanlan was looking at the photo, Ling Mo's familiar voice came from a distance, and she and Zhou Jiayao both turned around at the same time.

Ling Mo was originally smiling at Ning Yuanlan, but after seeing Zhou Jiayao, his face instantly turned gloomy.

"Daddy." Xiao Xi was very relieved when he saw Ling Mo coming.

Ling Mo didn't speak, didn't look at Zhou Jiayao, strode to Ning Yuanlan's side, took her hand with a cold face, didn't forget to pick up Xiaoxi, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Ling Mo, what's going on?" Ning Yuanlan looked puzzled, he didn't understand why his face suddenly became so ugly, and he didn't understand why he, who was usually very polite, looked so domineering and authoritarian in front of Zhou Jiayao.

"Go home." Simply spit out two words, I regret that I brought her to participate in the centennial celebration today, I wanted to find the memory but didn't find it, and the person who shouldn't have appeared appeared.

"Yuanlan." Behind him, Zhou Jiayao shouted at the backs of the three of them who were drifting apart, "Remember to call me, I've been looking for you for a long time." ”

Hearing this, Ling Mo stopped, Ning Yuanlan instantly felt the air pressure around him become lower, and looked up at Ling Mo uneasily, only then did he notice that his husband's expression was already difficult to see at the moment, and the killing intent in his eyes was thick, which made Ning Yuanlan feel a burst of fear in his heart.

"Ling Mo ......" she called his name uneasily, and even Ling Xi in his arms was too scared to make a mistake, obediently leaning on his shoulder, motionless.

"Go home." Ling Mo looked at Zhou Jiayao with murderous eyes for a moment, and finally pulled Ning Yuanlan to turn around and strode towards the school gate.

Zhou Jiayao smiled, not at all shocked by the strong aura exuded by Ling Mo's body and the domineering in his eyes, he leaned leisurely on the fence of the artificial lake, opened the sketchbook, and turned to the latest page, on which was the sketch he had just drawn, Ning Yuanlan sat on the stone chair with the child named Xiaoxi in his arms, drinking drinks while watching the goldfish in the artificial lake.