Just now, without knowing the situation, Ji Sitong said some bad words. She didn't mean it.

The girl who was as beautiful as a princess in a fairy tale looked at him apologetically. Han Mo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It doesn't matter." It doesn't matter, as long as you are here.

Ji Sitong: "So, why did you deliberately rub against my car?"

Han Mo: "I instinctively want to stay with you for a while, because I feel that you cured me, so I want to be with you, want to repay you, and want to be a very, very good friend with you, but I don't know

What to do, so..."

Han Mo paused, "It's my fault, I shouldn't lie."

Ji Sitong quickly waved his hand, "It's okay. I know you didn't mean it. You are not good at communicating with others."

Usually, Han Mo doesn't communicate much with the teacher in the classroom. Even if he has something to say, he mainly expresses it in single words.

She knew that he didn't like to talk, and that he usually communicated with her so much was an exception.

Ji Sitong: "But if you have anything to do in the future, just tell me directly, even though this kind of thing makes people feel incredible."

How pitiful, this person was actually an autistic child when he was a child.

Ji Sitong's sympathy began to overflow. Not to mention forgiving him, she even felt pity for Han Mo, who was half a head taller than her. Not only did her impression of him not worsen, but she also felt a little more pity.

Han Mo smiled and said, "Maybe this is fate."

Yes, it is the arrangement of fate. Fate brings me back here, back to you, to make up for those days of longing and sadness.

Destiny?

When Ji Sitong heard this, he was about to ask what the person who looked like him in the dream had done, when Song Yu came out carrying a drawing board.

The two of them tacitly agreed not to talk about it again.

Seeing Ji Sitong still sitting with Han Mo, Song Yu felt alarm bells ringing in her heart. Didn't she make it clear to Sister Sitong? Sister Sitong also said that she would never have anything to do with Han Mo again. Why did the two of them seem so different?

Nothing happened, they were still sitting together.

"Sister Sitong, let's go."

Song Yu glanced at Han Mo coldly and signaled him not to follow him.'

When Ji Sitong saw this, he quickly hugged his sister and smiled sheepishly at Han Mo.

"Sister Sitong?"

Song Yu's jaw dropped. Why did the two of them still seem to have such a good relationship?

Ji Sitong winked at Song Yu and said softly: "I'll tell you later."

What?

What's going on!

Song Yu suppressed the confusion in her heart and didn't show her face to Han Mo anymore, but he definitely ignored him.

The three of them came downstairs. This time Han Mo was wise enough not to take the Ji family's car, but took the bus, because he had arranged for the Han family's car to be parked outside a shopping mall halfway along the way. Every time Han Mo took the bus

Modu got off the bus there and was picked up by his own driver.

Here, as soon as the two little girls got into the car, Song Yu cast a puzzled and angry look at Ji Sitong.

Ji Sitong smiled flatteringly at her, and then said to the driver in front of him: "Uncle Zhou, stop at the coffee shop in front. Sister Xiaoyu and I want to go in and sit for a while."

The coffee shop was not far away, and we arrived quickly. Originally, Ji Sitong wanted the driver to go back first, but Uncle Zhou didn't want to. He had responsibilities and had to wait for the two little girls.

However, the driver also knew that adolescent girls had a lot to say in private, so he did not act as a follower. He ordered a cup of coffee and sat in the corner with the two little girls in the compartment.

"Sister Xiaoyu, there is a reason why Han Mo rubbed our car."

Ji Sitong quickly told the reason, exactly as it was, without omitting anything.

Song Yu opened her mouth little by little, and finally asked her blankly, "So you believe it?"

Liar, Han Mo, that big liar, is obviously only a few months older than them, but he has actually become a master of deception. I don’t know how many ignorant girls have fallen into his hands.

What dreams, what autistic children.

God, where did he find the script? It's so sophisticated and cunning.

Ji Sitong: "I didn't believe it at first, but those two photos are real. I can't find any doubts."

Song Yu was surprised: "He is about to become a magical child and you still can't find any doubts? I saw that the two photos are also fake. He deliberately made up stories for you. The child in the photos is not him at all, but his family."

Relatives, relatives who look like him!"

Song Yu was very sure that Han Mo was a big liar.

After being reminded by Song Yu, Ji Sitong suddenly became alert again.

Yes, the kid in the photo may not be him!

However, when she saw the photo, she naturally confirmed it and did not doubt that there was someone else.

How could this happen? What happened to her at that time?

Ji Sitong said: "Your guess is not unreasonable. The painting should be true and it should be from his hand. This can be verified. As for the child in the photo..."

Ji Sitong had no good way to confirm it for the time being, and she didn't want to tell her family these things. She always felt like she had made bad friends outside.

Song Yu said: "Go back and tell Brother Siming later."

Ji Sitong hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.

So after dinner that night, Ji Sitong called Ji Siming to the room on the pretext of asking his brother to help him read the questions, and told him all the things Han Mo said.

There is not much age difference between the two brothers and they usually get along very casually.

Ji Siming will not act like an elder to educate his sister. The two have gotten along like playmates and friends since childhood.

The dreams that Han Mo mentioned were all lies to Song Yu, but with Ji Siming, he knew that such fantasy things could really exist because he had experienced them too.

"Brother, sister Xiaoyu said that he is a big liar. He made all these things up. What do you think?"

Ji Sitong was a little confused at this time. She felt that sister Xiaoyu was right, but deep down in her heart, she thought that what Han Mo said was true, and she felt that the man was not a bad person.

What a contradiction!

Ji Siming just wanted to hold his forehead at this moment. My good sister, I was confused myself. I didn’t expect that Han Mo was a person with a story.

"Let's do this. I'll find out about the specific situation from him and then make a judgment."

Ji Sitong smiled and said: "Brother, I leave it to you. But you'd better not be harsh on him, he is not good at communicating with others."

"knew."

Ji Siming sighed, did his arms start to turn outward before anything even started?

When Ji Siming wanted to see Han Mo, he didn't say hello in advance and went directly to wait for him underneath the building on Saturday.

"Brother Siming."

Song Yu winked at Ji Siming, and her intention was very clear, asking him to expose this big liar.
Chapter completed!