He said "Huh?" and pulled out his hand. When he saw the person on top, he asked strangely: "Why do you still keep this kind of photo? Haven't you been humanely destroyed long ago?"
This photo had obviously been torn into pieces and then re-attached by someone else with tape, and the corners had been neatly trimmed.
It must have been Mo Ling who glued it with his own hands, right?
It’s weird enough that this guy still has such a dark history!
Mo Ling heard the sound and got out of the quilt with a "clang" sound. When he saw the photo in Mo Zhen's hand, he snatched it and said angrily: "Why do you just take my things!"
Mo Zhen looked at him inexplicably.
There's something really wrong with this kid, it's like he's been fed gunpowder, he's going to explode at the drop of a hat!
Mo Ling put the photo under the pillow and glared at him: "I'm going to sleep! Go away!"
Mo Zhen calmly touched his chin: "Why are you still hiding this photo? I thought you really hated it. It turned out that you tore it into pieces and glued it back secretly..." He recalled Mo Ling's childhood appearance in the photo.
He chuckled and said, "So you have this kind of hobby. You know people and faces but not their hearts."
Mo Ling became angry with shame: "I'm not hiding this! This is Xu..."
He belatedly bit his tongue and swallowed the rest of the words.
Last time Xu Zui tore up the photo in front of him and left. He didn't know why, but somehow managed to get the photo back. When he came to his senses, he inexplicably glued the photo back together.
He himself doesn’t know why, but in short, it’s probably because of evil!
Why would he pick up something Xu Zui didn't even want?
What's even more disgusting is that Mo Zhen, a sinister and sinister guy, saw it again. He simply felt that he was unlucky to death today!
"Xu?" Mo Zhen touched his chin, and a fox-like smile flashed across his face wearing gold-rimmed glasses, "Xu Zui? So this belongs to Xu Zui..."
"Shut up!"
"...It's no wonder."
"ah?"
Mo Ling was a little stupid.
Why is it not surprising that this photo is of Xu Zui?
It’s weird that it’s hers!
Why does she have such photos?
Mo Zhen looked at him and asked: "The person next to you is Xu Zui, don't you know?"
"Ah?!" Mo Ling's jaw almost dropped.
Is that guy Xu Zui?
He took out the photo and wiped his eyes hard.
The little boy standing next to him is taller than him, has shorter hair, stands straighter than him, and looks very handsome. From left to right, he looks like a boy. How could he be Xu Zui?!
Mo Zhen glanced at him: "When you were five years old, Xu Zui's family held a party during the Chinese New Year. Most of the respectable people in M City went. You dressed like that and were bullied. It was Xu Zui who saved you.
Did you forget that you came back?"
Mo Ling looked at him blankly: "I...of course I haven't forgotten it! But, but, how could he be Xu Zui..."
That year, my mother dressed me up as a girl, wearing a princess dress and half-length hair, and went to attend what seemed like a very grand party.
As soon as he entered, he was doomed. A group of six or seven-year-old boys circled around him, pulling on his skirt and pulling his hair, as if they wanted to bully you if they liked you. He was still young at that time, and he didn't dare to scream, so he huddled up.