"Aunt, I have something serious to do. My fourth brother finally came back, why should we catch up on the past, right? Well, I'll call and invite my grandmother over, and we'll have dinner together at my aunt's house tonight."
As Mo Jingxun said this, he actually took out his cell phone and looked like he was about to call Mrs. Mo.
Luo Wanyi's expression changed instantly, she stepped forward, reached out and slapped the cell phone out of Mo Jingxun's hand, "Don't give the phone to the old lady."
"..." Mo Jingxun blinked, "What's going on?"
Mo Jingyao was too lazy to pay attention to Mo Jingxun and Luo Wanyi. Suddenly he thought of something and pulled Yu Se to stand up, "Let's go to my room, get something and then we can leave."
It's almost a quarter of an hour to get something.
Yu Se looked back at Luo Wanyi and Mo Jingxun. She didn't understand what Mo Jingyao and Luo Wanyi were trying to do now.
But it must be related to Mo Jingyao’s life experience.
Yu Se frowned slightly when he thought of this.
She suddenly thought of one thing, that is, regardless of whether Mo Jingyao was the biological son of Mo Cheng or Mo Feng, there was no need for Mrs. Mo not to dislike Mo Jingyao.
After all, Mo Cheng and Mo Feng are both the biological sons of Mrs. Mo, so Mo Jingyao can still be regarded as her biological grandson.
No matter what, he is his grandson.
But it feels like there is already a rift between Mrs. Mo and Mo Jingyao.
And the old lady didn't seem to want to see him anymore.
why is that?
The metaphor is really confusing.
She has been thinking about this issue since she entered the elevator.
I was still thinking about this issue when I got out of the elevator.
I can't figure out why.
She didn't come back to her senses until Mo Jingyao pulled her into his room.
Looking at the familiar bedroom, she once liked the big bed in this bedroom the most. It was very comfortable to sleep on.
Also, at that time, she thought that Mo Jingyao was unconscious all the time, and even every time she went back to the bedroom after taking a shower, she would be naked, pretending that Mo Jingyao did not exist.
Now that I think about myself at that time, I was so stupid.
However, we can't all assume that she is stupid and that Mo Jingyao is too bad.
When he woke up, he pretended to be unconscious so that she could always embarrass herself in front of him.
Mo Jingyao went to get something, and Yu Se simply lay down on that bed. It was still as soft as in his memory, even though the bed used in the apartment now was of the same style and brand as this one, but lying on it again
When I came to this bed, I still felt that this bed was better.
This is the first impression.
Close your eyes and take a deep breath, you can still vaguely remember Mo Jingyao's scent when he was lying on the bed, the scent of medicine mixed with the masculine scent, "Mo Jingyao, you were so bad back then."
Mo Jingyao, who was looking for something, was startled, and then said: "I wanted to use coma to lure out the person who wanted to kill me, but in the end..."
At this point, Mo Jingyao stopped, and Yu Se slowly opened his eyes, "Then do you have a goal now?"
"have."
The metaphor was clear and he continued to lie on the bed.
Suddenly I didn't want to leave.
In fact, it would be nice to come back and live here occasionally.
Not to accompany Luo Wanyi.
Just for the memories that once filled them.
Just as he was recalling the time when Mo Jingyao took advantage of him, his aura suddenly changed. When Yu Se opened his eyes, he was faced with an enlarged handsome face of Mo Jingyao.
He is obviously very familiar with it.
So familiar that only the last step is left.
But as soon as she met his face, Yu Se felt like she was almost out of breath.
"Wife..." He called softly and began to bow his head on this familiar yet unfamiliar bed...