Mo Ye deeply felt his lack of IQ.

Sighing, he stood up and decided to go to Uncle Tai for dinner. No matter who Uncle Tai is, just relying on his brute force, his useless body is not qualified to say no.

Mo Wu sighed secretly, not knowing what happened recently, but the super poison points of online novels happened to him one after another. If he couldn't write a novel, he would disgust all the readers and men.

What made Mo Yan ask the heavens most speechlessly was that after drinking so long, the protagonists had a standard fit for gold fingers, time travel and rebirth, random grandpa, he didn't have any.

It can be seen that I really have no life as the protagonist.

But he has the protagonist's illness.

When Mo Wu walked into Uncle Tai's house, he found that in addition to Mo Heng whom he had met before, there was also a young man of the same age as him.

And this person, without surprise, still has his surname Mo.

Unlike Mo Heng's hostility for no reason, this man named Mo Ku is very talkative and easy-going and friendly to people, and is extremely friendly.

Mo Heng still looked like he was dead, and he mocked Mo Ku's name and asked if Mo Ku were brothers.

Mo Yan was speechless about Mo Heng's childish behavior. In his impression, it seems that only elementary school students and junior high school students would particularly like to use other people's names to make things happen, right?

Of course, it is not clear whether people in high school and college would make fun of others' names. Because of their physical condition, Mo only barely fooled himself into his junior high school diploma and did not study again.

Unlike the coffin-like yard where Mo Ye lives, the house where Uncle Tai lives is quite like an ordinary rural old house, with one light and one dark plus a kitchen, which is simple three rooms.

Due to previous considerations, Mo Na took more attention to Uncle Tai’s house this time, for example, the dark room is locked and there is a compartment behind the kitchen. For example, Uncle Tai never allowed them to go into the kitchen to help.

The three young masters of the Mo family had to stay in the open room that was counted as the living room and waited.

Mo Heng was very disdainful of Mo Yu and Mo Hui, so he didn't speak much.

But Mo Yan is used to being taciturn in front of others and rarely speaks.

The whole room was basically full of awkward chats with Mo Hui alone. The cold scenes did not freeze the person's mouth. It was from his words that Mo Wei realized that he had been to Gaojiafen for three days, and the purpose of coming here was similar to Mo Wei.

He was waiting for his uncle because his parents were gone when he was born. It was his uncle who worked tirelessly to raise him with one stroke and one pee.

"Then your food is really good, no wonder you are so smart." Mo Heng had a sarcasm on his lips.

Mo Hui scratched her head and looked at Mo Heng in confusion: "Yes, but how did you know?"

Mo's cheeks twitched twice. Do those with the surname Mo like to send their children in Gaojiafen Village?

Uncle Tai's cooking skills are average, but the serving speed is very fast.

In a short while, stir-fried water chestnuts with eggs, steamed okra with garlic, cold lotus root slices, a plate of thinly cut beef, a large bowl of winter melon and sea rice soup, and a pot of steaming big white steamed buns, Mo finally saw something in this village that was more in line with his impression of being a farmhouse.

Mo Wu thought that Uncle Tai would say something if he asked the three young masters to come, but he didn't expect that they would just ask them to come for dinner. However, when the meal was almost done, Uncle Tai suddenly put down his chopsticks.

"Three young masters, let's have dinner first, the old man is going out to pick someone up."

"Uncle Tai, is someone here again?" Mo Hui asked heartlessly.

Uncle Tai seemed to have not heard of it, and walked out slowly with his waist bent down.

Mo Ku, who was ignored by his servants, did not feel embarrassed at all. He didn't know whether to talk to himself or to both of them: "It seems that another young master has come. Now it's not boring. We can not only fight against the landlords, but also play mahjong."

The only answers to him is the silence of the room.

Mo Heng disdains to talk to such a person, and Mo Wen is used to silence.

"Hey, I'll tell you two guys, what about the brother who is here later, why don't we set up a "Young Master Gang"? The eldest, second, third, fourth, and third, and fourth, is it very interesting. Should we sort the qualifications or the ages? Mo Yan, Mo Heng, you two will sign up for your birthday!"

Speaking of birthdays, Mo Wen and Mo Heng looked at each other as if they were in a sympathy, and then quickly changed their gazes at the same time, looking at the gate at the same time, so they did not see the evil spirit flashing in the carefree Mo Hui's eyes.

In the dark night, you can see the courtyard door welded with steel bars open, like a giant mouth of a monster, ready to choose people and eat them.

Mo Ku still talked about the fact that he had to talk about the supper from "The Young Master Gang" and the supper from the time he had to talk about the supper from the time he had to do it.

"I can't even keep my mouth shut!"

Mo Heng finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted Mo Hui for shutting his mouth.

"Actually, you don't have to be so irritable. Mo Ku was just a little nervous."

Mo Heng scoffed at Mo Xian's behavior like this, but Mo Hui ignored Mo Heng's rebuke, but laughed at Mo Xian's words: "You actually think I'm nervous? Haha, haha, what did you think I'm nervous? Why am I nervous?"

Mo Yan glanced at him with his narrow eyes and asked casually: "Aren't you nervous?"

"Don't be nervous!" Mo Hui smiled and threw a piece of beef into her mouth. She chewed it and said vaguely: "Why am I nervous?"

Perhaps in order to show that he was really not nervous, he stretched out in an exaggerated manner, yawned, and then reiterated: "I really have nothing to be nervous about."

"Well, you're not nervous." Mo Ye echoed in a very unprincipled manner.

He doesn't like to argue with others. Too much talk is a burden to his broken body. Too much talk is harmful to his qi, so Mo Wu always speaks simple and concisely.

Especially now that he can't figure out who these two are.

He just spoke out and advised him, but he didn't expect that the two guys with extreme personalities would fight him in a disagreement, which would affect his already unlucky dog. He was not both in books and on TV. The protagonist was definitely full of accidents, so no matter who the two are the protagonists, if he doesn't want to be lost by cannon fodder, he should try to hide as much as possible.

In fact, whether it is Mo Heng or Mo Hui, since Uncle Tai said he had to go out to pick him up, it was just that their forms of expression were different.

As a theoretical school who had slightly studied micro-expression psychology just over a month ago, their performance was too obvious to Mo Yan.

Mo Xian was actually a little nervous, but the reason why he was nervous was that he couldn't figure out why Mo Hui and Mo Heng became nervous because Uncle Tai went to pick up people. Could this mysterious fourth young master of the Mo family be an important figure?
Chapter completed!