"Who is it?" Mo Jingyao asked because the car horn was too loud.
He is not afraid of noise, but he doesn't like the sound of car horns disturbing Yu Se's sleep.
At this moment, no matter who is outside, he will stop them.
"It's... it's the old man... it's Mo Sen." Aunt Zhang was about to say it was the master, but she suddenly realized that the owner of this family was no longer Mo Sen.
Since Mo Sen knew that Mo Jingyao was not his biological son, he had already divorced Luo Wanyi, and now they are no longer husband and wife.
After breaking off the relationship between husband and wife, Mo Sen never returned here.
Therefore, the only owners here are Luo Wanyi, Mo Jingyao and Mo Jingxi.
Therefore, it was inappropriate for her to call him Master Moson again.
Mo Jingyao understood it as soon as he heard Mo Sen's name.
Probably only Mo Sen dared to honk the car horn one after another in front of his villa. It was too noisy.
After entering the elevator, he quickly opened the glass door and walked out.
The sound of the car horn continued, as if it would never stop, which was particularly harsh in this quiet night.
At this time, low curses could be heard coming from other villas.
Everyone was criticizing Moson's car horns for being a nuisance to the residents.
But he didn't care and kept honking the car horn.
It's really annoying.
But he didn't care, he wanted to provoke Mo Jingyao out now.
Facts have proved that he succeeded.
Because, he had already seen Mo Jingyao walking towards the door and walking towards him.
Pressing the button with his finger, he slid down the car window. He looked towards Mo Jingyao and then threw a document at Mo Jingyao, "After you sign, I will leave."
Seeing the folder flying towards him, Mo Jingyao took a small step back and then clamped the folder firmly between his fingers.
It's a very light folder, and it feels like there aren't many papers in it.
Mo Jingyao still maintained the clamping posture and did not open it immediately. Instead, he looked at Mo Sen, "What if I don't sign it?"
Mo Sen smiled slightly and said calmly: "Then I will keep pressing until you sign."
"Mr. Mo, say this again."
"Why?"
"Record a voice to prove what you said."
Mo Sen's eyes were slightly stern, and he was a little confused, but he still frowned and spoke again, "Then I will keep pressing until you sign."
Of course I have to say it, otherwise I would be cowardly.
He didn't want to be timid in front of Mo Jingyao.
Mo Jingyao is no longer his biological son, but he has raised this son for the man next to him for so many years. He has been a cuckold for so long, which makes him feel aggrieved just thinking about it.
As a man, he was so aggrieved that he wanted to strangle Mo Jingyao to death. Unfortunately, he only dared to have this intention, but he would never dare to put it into practice.
He just has a thief heart but no courage.
Before he entered the gate, he felt the pressure from Mo Jingyao.
It was clear that he was Mo Jingyao's father in the past. Now, although he is not his father, he is also his elder, but every time he is in front of Mo Jingyao, he has a feeling that the identity of the two people has disappeared. Mo Jingyao is his father.
the same.
It felt so fucked up and so uncomfortable.
Mo Sen was so unhappy that he became irritable without even realizing it.
I am so angry that I want to kill someone.
Before he finished his words, Mo Jingyao's cell phone rang.
It was the words he just said that Mo Jingyao recorded.
After recording, he played it back, then smiled lightly and said, "This is proof. You must have the guts to do what you say."
After saying that, Mo Jingyao turned around quickly and walked into the glass door with long legs and vigorous steps.
The moment he turned around, the folder in his hand had returned to its original owner, flew into Moson's car window, and landed squarely on his lap.
The whole process was so quick that by the time he reacted, Mo Jingyao had already returned to the villa, and the documents he had just thrown out were back with him.
Mo Jingyao returned it to him without even looking at it, indicating that he had made up his mind not to sign it.
"Mo Jingyao, you are looking for death." Mo Sen was annoyed and angry. Veins on his forehead stood out. He pressed the car horn hard, fast and hard. Did Mo Jingyao think he didn't dare to press it?
He would definitely press him until Mo Jingyao couldn't bear it.
Mo Jingyao might be able to bear it, but Mo Jingyao would definitely not be willing to let Yu Se be disturbed.
Also, the reason why he honked the car horn so hard was because he didn't want to be scared.
You can't show your cowardice in front of Mo Jingyao.
I used to have a lot of style.
Mo Jingyao was so fast that Mrs. Zhang even thought that this person had mastered the kind of light kung fu that was only seen in movies and TV. Mo Jingyao entered the elevator in the blink of an eye, and then got out of the elevator.
He rushed into his bedroom.
Mrs. Zhang understood that Mo Jingyao was worried that the sound of the car horn would wake up Yu Se.
Mo Jingyao was feeling sorry for his wife.
She also felt sorry for Yu Se.
The metaphor of being pregnant is the most lethargic.
So Moson's behavior is simply too immoral.
No one can quarrel with a pregnant woman.
But Moson did it immorally.
Mo Jingyao entered the bedroom in a flash and rushed to the bed. He picked up Yu Se and held her in his arms.
As soon as he came in, he saw Yu Se, who was restlessly sleeping, moving back and forth.
My heart aches even more.
He stroked her lightly frowned brow and said, "Xiao Se, you go to sleep."
"Where have you been?" Yu Se drowsily snuggled into his arms, closed her eyes and continued to sleep.
"Downstairs, thirsty."
"Oh." Yu Se's eyes closed even deeper, and as soon as she was in Mo Jingyao's arms, she fell asleep peacefully.
So much so that the sound of car horns that kept coming in from the car window was no longer heard.
But Mo Jingyao didn't know that she was deaf to the sound of the car horn. He was lying in his arms with one hand around her, and he took the phone with the other hand. The five fingers of one hand flew on the keyboard of the screen. Suddenly, the bedroom window started to move.
Something slowly descended from the top of the window, covering the window.
Inch after inch, the entire window was soon covered.
Mo Sen must not know that his bedroom is designed with black technology.
It's just that this is the first time he has pressed the start button of that small program.
This is really the first time I have used it since I moved in.
As a result, the time when you first open the program is slightly slower.
It was so old that he almost forgot that his bedroom had soundproofing function.
When he was designing it, he really didn't expect it to be used today.
He likes fresh air.
Therefore, except when the air conditioner must be turned on in the summer, his windows always have to be opened at least a crack.
I have always found this completely closed situation very frustrating.
But today, for the sake of metaphor, he didn't feel it anymore.
As long as she sleeps well, nothing else matters.
The partition completely landed, and the surrounding area was extremely quiet, as if there were only him and Yu Se left in the world, and no one else.