Shi Yumeng disheveled her hair and cried with snot and tears, as if she was really repenting.
Through the phone, Mo Zili heard her words clearly: "Who are you with?"
Judging from the voice, it should be his ex-girlfriend Shi Yumeng.
"This -" Qu Lingqiang didn't know how to explain it. When he lowered his head again, Shi Yumeng had already passed out.
"Okay, you don't need to explain. It doesn't matter to me. The best thing to do is go stay with Grandpa Lin and the others." Knowing that Qu Lingqiang was in trouble, Mo Zili hung up the phone decisively.
Qu Lingqiang's character is too indecisive, and his aunt may not be happy if she follows him.
However, after hanging up the phone, he felt a little embarrassed.
If you want to hide from your mother and uncle, you will be discovered quickly if you go to Grandpa Lin's place.
He sat on a bench in the small park on the corner of the street with a troubled look on his face.
In this huge, brightly lit city, there was no place for him, Mo Zili.
So what if you are a child star, so what if you become famous all over the world.
None of these are what he wants. The life he wants is just like Lu Zizhong and others, to go to school carefree and innocent, with brothers and sisters taking care of each other, and the love of parents.
There is just a home that is not big, not luxurious, but extremely warm.
Although European villas are large and luxurious, they don't have a sense of home.
My mother and uncle are busy outside all day long, busy with investments, business, and how to get the approval of the Murong family.
From the time he can remember, he has been accompanied by nannies, housekeepers, and different professional teachers who have accompanied him in his life, growth, and studies.
My mother and uncle would only check his training results and learning status through the computer screen every day.
I have never listened to him seriously or had a good meal with him.
I heard a nanny who has been with my mother for a long time at home say that when I was hospitalized due to premature illness and narrowly escaped death, my mother only took a look and left.
Apart from blood ties, the relationship between him and his mother, Mo Qing, may not be as good as the nanny aunt at home, or as good as Aunt Lin Xue, who was only married to his uncle for three months.
At least Aunt Lin Xue often ate with him during those three months, listened to him talk, felt sorry for him as he ate nutritious meals every day, and secretly bought him chicken drumsticks to eat.
Sometimes people around him would say that at his young age, he was too conceited, too venomous, unreasonable, messy, and even a bit scoundrel. In fact, he didn't want to be like this, and he also knew that those behaviors were wrong.
However, that kind of life was too depressing, and he couldn't find an outlet to vent, and he had no way to resist the arrangements of his mother and uncle. Therefore, he could only use this wrong way to protest, in order to arouse the dissatisfaction between his mother and uncle.
Uncle's attention.
Because the Murong family is a century-old European family, they have very strict requirements on the behavior of their children and grandchildren. He thought that as long as he was like the naughty children on TV, swearing, beating, acting rogue, being rude, and being unruly, his mother Mo Qing would
Put aside your outside affairs and go home to accompany him, educate him, and guide him.
However, he thought wrong.
Every time he went out of line, he was punished by standing, and the number of words increased.
He is less than seven years old, and a 2,000-word examination can now be said to be at his fingertips without any effort.
The cool autumn wind blew through the withered yellow leaves on the trees above Mo Zili's head.
A piece slowly fell on his head, and he raised his hand to pinch it.
For some reason, the friendly look of Lu Zizhong's mother smiling at him appeared in his mind again.
So, he took out his hand and found Mo Xiaodie's phone number.