The sky has been dyed with ink, and the aroma in the restaurant has gradually faded. Ling Kexin looked at the six dishes and one soup that were carefully cooked today on the table, and her heart dropped slightly. She sat on the table and stared blankly at the food left for Mo Ye.
's theme.
Mo Zihao sat in his seat, with his waist straight and his thin lips pursed, looking at the bowl of lion heads in front of him.
Mo Xinnian kept wiggling her butt, sipping the rim of the empty bowl, and turned her eyes to look at her mother, then back at Mo Zihao.
"Creak, creak..." She chewed the bowl louder and louder, and finally pressed her belly. When she heard her belly growl, she let go of the bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and said with a small mouth:
"Mommy, I'm hungry."
Hearing her daughter's voice, Ling Kexin suddenly came to her senses. She flicked her eyelids, picked up her chopsticks and said, "Babys, let's eat."
Mo Zihao ate this meal very quickly. After he was done, he pushed the bowl and ran out of the restaurant without saying a word. Mo Xinnian turned to look at his mother and saw that she seemed to have something on her mind, holding the bowl and only picking up the white part.
I didn't know where my eyes were staring at the rice, so I had to turn around and eat obediently.
After Mo Zihao left the restaurant, he found Ling Kexin's bag and rummaged through it a few times, but found no cell phone. He rummaged around again and finally found the white cell phone between two sofa cushions.
The hard work paid off, he turned on the phone and found More Ye's mobile phone number.
Moer Ye accompanied his mother to find the newly opened restaurant. The private cuisine of this restaurant was really good. Wu Qiong had a huge appetite and kept saying it was delicious. However, she ate very slowly and had to feed Mo Yabo in the middle.
While they were still talking and laughing, people at the tables next to her had finished their meals and left, and she hadn't even finished half of the food on her table.
Because he had to drive, Morye didn't ask for wine. He drank some drinks, ordered a bowl of rice and finished it quickly. He wanted to urge his mother to hurry up, but he still swallowed the words.
It was rare to go out to eat with his mother, so Moer Ye could only settle down and help Mo Yabo carry vegetables while drinking tea.
More than two hours later, Wu Qiong finally stood up. Moer Ye paid the bill, hugged Mo Yabo and put him into Wu Qiong's car. "Mom, drive slowly. I have something else to do and I won't go back with you."
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After hearing this, Wu Qiong smiled and went into her bag to get her car keys, but she couldn't get them out. The anxious Moer Ye ran back to the restaurant to help her find them, but after searching around, he didn't find his mother's car keys. Waiting
When he came out, he found his mother getting into his car with Mo Yabo.
"Mom, I really have something wrong." Moer Ye looked at Wu Qiong helplessly.
Wu Qiong raised her eyebrows and pointed to Mo Yabo in her arms, "Ye'er, how old is this matter is more important than mother and son? Mother's head is a little dizzy, please take us home."
Mo Ye knew his mother's temper all too well, so he had no choice but to get into the car unhappily. When he turned the engine on, he casually glanced at the rear mirror and found a proud smile on the corner of his mother's lips.
Feeling uncomfortable in his heart, Morye felt his shoulders suddenly become heavy. He kept tightening his jaw and said nothing while driving the car. When the car drove out of the main street, his cell phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated.
He took it out and saw it was an unfamiliar number. He frowned and didn't answer it.
Mo Zihao put the phone to his ear. After listening for a long time, Mo Ye did not answer the call. His little face tensed up and he bit his lip. He pulled out his number again.
This time, the other party answered, his voice low and impatient, "Hello..."
"Boss Mo," Mo Zihao held back his anger and drawled his voice. The clear childish voice also had a hint of gloominess, "What did you forget tonight?"
The other side took a breath, and then Mo Zihao heard the sound of the brakes, and Jier's voice was high-pitched again, "Zihao?" He didn't hear his answer, and the other person's voice lowered nervously, "Hey,
Can you hear me?"
"I'm not deaf!" Mo Zihao roared angrily, but his eyes turned red. He heard a female voice coming from Mo Ye's car, and Mo Yabo's coquettish voice calling "Daddy".
, gasping for breath, and shouted coldly at the phone, "Mor Ye! I don't like you!"
Wow, calling me by my full name doesn’t count, and he loudly declares that he doesn’t like me?
Mo Zihao suddenly felt a pain in his ears, and then a busy tone came from the other side, and Mo Zihao hung up.
He stared at the phone blankly. Wu Qiong called him from behind, but he didn't respond. He didn't turn around until someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Whose phone number?" Wu Qiong asked, staring at Mo Ye's face with a hint of inquiry.
"Mo Zihao." Moer Ye narrowed his eyes and returned his mother's gaze meaningfully.
Wu Qiong's face immediately stiffened, and she avoided her son's mocking gaze with a guilty conscience. Without turning her head, she said with a slightly sullen face, "I don't know him."
"Don't you know him?" Moor Ye raised his lips with a wry smile, "Mom, his surname is Mo, and his name is Mo Zihao."
"There are too many people in the world with the surname Mo."
"What would you think if I told you that he was born to me?"
"How is that possible? Where do you have a son?"
"Haha," Mo Ye laughed dryly, "Mom, why do you have to pretend anymore?"
"..." Wu Qiong lowered his eyes, touched Mo Yabo's head, and whispered, "In my eyes, Mo Yabo is a direct relative. If you have a child outside, our Mo family can accept it, but if you want to grow up,
It's impossible to cross Xiaobo."
"Mom, let's talk about it, in your eyes, your grandson can be divided into a prince and a concubine?" What kind of thinking.
"certainly."
Mo Ye smiled, put down his phone, and stepped on the accelerator. Next, Mo Ye drove very fast. Wu Qiong tilted her head and looked at his side face, and saw the street lights outside caressing him one after another.
face, but could not soften the cold lines of his profile.
Wu Qiong pursed her lips and straightened her chest. It seemed that Ling Kexin had already let her eldest son see these two children. Also, it had been almost a month since his son came back. How could he not have seen them? That Mo Zihao looks older.
Doesn't he doubt that it looks so much like him?
I guess Ling Kexin has told him the truth, right?
This little vixen had clearly warned her not to tell More Ye what had happened in the past, yet she said it so hastily, and his son was so calm, even though he knew the truth, he still pretended to be confused and tried to deceive her.
what she meant.
Huh! She, Wu Qiong, wouldn't say anything! She originally planned to take Ling Kexin's two children to a relative's house in the United States for foster care without anyone noticing, but she didn't tell the truth until Mo Ye and Chu Tianyu got married.
Now it seems that her thinking was too simple and too unrealistic.
Ling Kexin received her warning and was unwilling to hand over the two children to her, how could she remain indifferent? No, she also asked Mo Zihao to call Mo Ye. What a shrewd and speedy method!
Although Mo Zihao looks similar to his eldest son, he is the son of Ling Kexin after all. In any case, he is also a "bastard". If Mo Zihao brings him home one day, he must obey Mo Yabo's words.
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Mrs. Mo's ideas are traditional and overbearing, but in what era is this, who still has the distinction of "concubine" with you? Now, whoever has the ability is the master! Can Mo Zihao listen to you, Mrs. Mo?
Opinion, will you obey me obediently?
It is unknown. If we want to know the result, we can only see whether Mo Zihao will really walk into the Mo Manor.
Besides, after Mo Zihao hung up the phone angrily, he ran to his room, pulled out a drawer from under the bed, took out a small box from it, and rushed to the balcony with a wave of anger.
"Brother, what are you doing?" Just when he was taking out a pile of paper from the box and preparing to burn it with a lighter, Mo Xinnian suddenly came over.
"Yeah?" She took a few pieces of white paper from his hand and saw "Morye" written all over it, and...
I love my daddy.
I love my mommy.
I love my sister.
"Brother, are you going to burn daddy, mommy and me?" Mo Xinnian put the paper behind him, straightened his body, and raised his head sternly, "I won't let you burn it!"
"Xin Nian, this belongs to brother, bring it here!" Mo Zihao stretched out his hand
"I don't!" Mo Xinnian stepped back.
Mo Zihao took a step forward, and Mo Xinnian stepped back suddenly. Her heel hit the frame of the glass door. Her body became unsteady and she fell to the ground. Her butt hurt from the fall. She kicked her legs and acted coquettishly, "Ooooooo... I won't let you."
If you burn it, I won't let you..."
The crying attracted Ling Kexin. She ran upstairs and asked loudly: "What happened?"
"It's okay, my sister and I are playing games." Mo Zihao's voice came out, and Mo Xinnian's crying suddenly stopped.
Ling Kexin pushed open their door and saw two babies sitting on the floor, with their four little hands clasped together, pushing them around on a small box...
"Pull the big saw, pull the big saw, grandma's house is singing a big show. Mommy is going, daddy is going, and the little baby is going too..."
Ling Kexin looked at them, her nose suddenly sore, because she saw that although her daughter raised her face to smile at her, her clear eyes were full of tears. She seemed to want to cry, but she tried hard to hold it back, singing and laughing.
It's more pitiful than crying.
She turned around and leaned against the wall of the corridor silently...
"Brother," she looked back, and the song stopped singing soon. Mo Xinnian sniffed and asked Mo Zihao in a crying voice, "You miss your daddy, don't you?"
Opening the box, she saw that there were many origami papers she learned in kindergarten. They were colorful and had the name "Mo Ye" written on them. Mo Xinnian opened one and saw Mo Zihao's dad printed out from the computer.
Photos of the place.
The daddy in the photo is so beautiful! She happily took apart the other photos. Looking at the photos posted above, daddy looks different, some are standing, some are driving, and some are sitting in the office.
"Is daddy handsome?" Mo Zihao asked.
"Handsome, brother, you look like daddy."
"Well, when I grow up, I will be as tall as daddy."
"Brother, Li Yabo's dad looks a lot like our dad. Look, this mouth, this nose... looks more like him when he smiles."
"Xin Nian, if daddy doesn't like us, will you cry?" Mo Zihao's question became serious.
"Huh? Did my deceased father like us? I don't want it." Mo Xinnian shrank her neck, as if she was scared, and threw the paper in her hand into the box.
Mo Zihao folded all the papers one by one, fastened the locks again, and said, "Brother will help you find a living one."
"I want a handsome daddy."
Mo Zihao stopped talking. Ling Kexin grabbed the collar on her chest with both hands. Her heart ached. She ran downstairs and rushed into the kitchen. She turned on the water faucet and poured water on her face one after another.
"Beep..." At this moment, a car horn sounded outside, and then someone rang the doorbell.
Ling Kexin paused for a moment and heard messy little footsteps on the stairs. She immediately rushed out of the kitchen, followed the two children, and ran out of the villa.
"Uncle Mo?" When Mo Xinnian saw Mo Ye, her eyes immediately shone like the stars in the sky. She ran over and helped Mo Ye open the courtyard door.
"Xin Nian!" Mo Xinnian was holding several gift boxes in both hands, but he still bent down and picked up Mo Xinnian with his arms.
Mo Xinnian put her arms around his neck and pressed her little face against his, as if they had known each other for hundreds of years.
The expressions on Mo Zihao's face were ever-changing. In the end, the tight facial lines slowly relaxed. He stood still and turned to look at his mother behind him. He saw her face was wet and her hair was messy on her forehead. He couldn't help but frown slightly again.
eyebrow.
Just as he was about to take his mother back to the house to tidy up, Mo Ye stopped him and said, "Zihao, come here, help me take the gifts in."
Mo Zihao paused and did not turn around. Mo Ye called Ling Kexin again, "What's wrong? Xin'er, help me quickly."
Ling Kexin seemed to wake up from her dream. She wiped the water droplets on her face and pulled Mo Zihao over. As soon as she took the gift box from his hand, Mo Ye's hand gently wrapped around her waist.
He smiled and said, "I like these two babies very much, and I really want to know if they would like to call me daddy."
Mo Xinnian's eyes widened and her mouth opened wide, "Call me Daddy? Why Nirvana?"
"Because I like it." Mo Xinnian kissed her on the face. Mo Xinnian raised her little hand to wipe it, but quickly gave up. She grinned, held Mo Ye's face, and kissed her face.
A kiss on his right cheek.
"Xin Nian screams first." Mo Xin Nian tightened one arm, leaned Ling Kexin against his chest, and turned to look up at Mo Xinnian, who was half a head taller than him.
Mo Xinnian pulled her lips, put her hands under her chin shyly, and under her neatly cut bangs, her eyes moved slowly, and finally her gaze fell on Ling Kexin's face, "Mommy, is that okay?"