Gradually, Mo Qing became a little absent-minded while drinking the porridge.
Peng Ren was holding it in beside him.
His eyes kept lingering on Mo Qing.
"What do you want to say?" Mo Qing raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.
Peng Ren immediately became energetic: "Qingqing, are you very interested in our Mr. Jiang?"
"Um."
"Then let me tell you about him."
"..."
You can't even see through his masquerade as a domineering boss, so what else can you say.
Although he cursed in his heart, Mo Qing did not stop Peng Ren.
Peng Ren had no hair on his mouth, and during the whole meal, he gossiped a lot with Mo Qing.
It’s all Jiang Ke’s “peach news”.
Peng Ren sighed with emotion: "Master Jiang rarely stays in the Imperial City and not many people know him, but in Dongshi City, people often go to Mr. Jiang for matchmaking. This old man is very interesting. During the holidays, he will give him a match.
Mr. Jiang sent playing cards, all of which were photos of the woman."
Then, Peng Ren picked out some stories about various girls pursuing Jiang Ke.
Mo Qing, who has known Jiang Ke for almost a year and has never seen a woman around Jiang Ke, expressed doubts about Peng Ren's story.
"Have you, Mr. Jiang, ever found a partner?"
"Nothing." Peng Ren waved his hand, "Didn't it happen on Chinese Valentine's Day a few days ago? My mother went to the temple and specially asked Mr. Jiang for a marriage. I don't know if it had any effect."
Mo Qing smiled: "Your mother is very fond of him."
Peng Ren nodded hurriedly: "Yes, my mother is his fan."
"..."
Mo Qing lowered his head and drank the last mouthful of porridge.
*
After dinner, Mo Qing sent Peng Ren away and stayed in the room without going out.
For lunch and dinner, the delivery man always arrives on time, and the food is always to Mo's taste.
A whole day.
There was no trace of Jiang Ke.
Mo Qing didn't contact him either.
It wasn't until late at night that Mo Tingting heard the door being opened, then she turned off the lights and went to bed.
——The request for her is eight o'clock in the evening.
——There is no lower limit to what you can ask of yourself.
Double standards.
Mo Qing turned over and muttered to himself.
She closed her eyes and slept.
However, as soon as the vision darkened, the keen hearing seemed to become more sensitive.
The night was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. She heard footsteps on the first floor, from the living room to the kitchen, and then slowly went upstairs. With steady steps, she passed by the study, her bedroom door, and walked all the way to his bedroom.
As the bedroom door opens and closes, the noise becomes quieter, but if you listen carefully, you can still hear some movement.
It's the sound of the shower.
Mo Qing turned over again and pulled the quilt to cover most of his face.
sleep.
…
Another night, Mo Qing woke up at five in the morning.
It's summer, the sky breaks early, and at this point, the sky is no longer pitch black.
Mo Qing has the mood to wake up, but he doesn't like to stay in bed. When he wakes up, he won't go back to sleep.
She simply washed up, changed into loose sportswear, tied her hair up, and went out refreshingly.
However, she had just taken two steps when she heard the door being opened. She paused in her steps. She subconsciously turned her head and saw Jiang Ke walking out of the bedroom.
Jiang Ke met her face to face.
But, that's all.
"morning."
Jiang Ke's tone was a bit cold, and in the early summer morning, there was no trace of warmth.
He took a few steps and went to the study without waiting for Mo Qing to reply or look at Mo Qing twice.
Mo Qing frowned slightly, turned around, and went downstairs.
She went to the kitchen.
She wanted to go out with a bottle of yogurt, but when she saw the refrigerator, she suddenly thought that she had already finished the last bottle of yogurt.
After hesitating for a moment, Mo Qing still opened the refrigerator door.
What you see is two full layers of yogurt.
Startled for a moment, Mo Qing looked around and saw a cardboard box containing yogurt lying next to the trash can, which had not yet been disposed of.
——Jiang Ke bought it when he came back last night?
——Or maybe Peng Ren brought it yesterday?
Mo Qing wasn't sure.
After thinking about it, Mo Qing put the question aside, took a bottle of yogurt, and went out.
*
The good weather in recent days has made the air a little dry.
On the top of the tower, Mo Qing sat on the eaves, hanging his two long legs and swaying gently.
She unscrewed the cap of the yogurt bottle, raised her head and took a sip. The breeze ruffled her hair. When she raised her eyes, she saw the sun rising from the east. The first ray of sunlight seemed gentle, but was quite dazzling.
A bright light covered the entire city at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As soon as Mo Qing lowered his head, he could see the whole city.
A hundred years ago, she had never overlooked the city scenery from a high place, so all the scenery now was brand new to her.
After drinking a bottle of yogurt, Mo Qing leaned back, folded his left hand and put it behind his head.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated.
Mo Qing answered: "Hello."
"Minister Mo." Goblin shouted.
"..."
As soon as he heard Goblin's emphasis, Mo Qing knew that something was definitely up to him.
"Good morning." Goblin said cheerfully.
"Howl in the morning!"
The next second, a strong and muffled voice came from the phone, obviously not too sleepy.
"..." Mo Qing was stunned for a moment, "You two slept together?"
Goblin was horrified and explained: "Peng Ren stayed at my house last night."
"One idea." Mo Qing said.
"Don't think wrongly!" Goblin tried his best to defend.
"I don't."
Mo Qing expressed his understanding.
Goblin was anxious: "Please wake up!"
"Wake up, wake up!"
Peng Ren shouted from the side.
Goblin: "I didn't talk to you."
Peng Ren: "Then should I wake up?"
Goblin: "Wake you up!"
Peng Ren: "Okay."
The two of them talked among themselves for a while.
Mo Qing blew the wind and looked at the rising sun. He put the phone to his ear and didn't rush to speak. He listened to the two talking.
After a while, Goblin's place became a little quieter.
"Minister Mo, have you had breakfast?" Goblin asked, very flattering.
"without."
Goblin said: "Let's go together! Peng Ren is treating us."
Peng Ren, who had just been quiet, immediately answered the question as soon as he heard his name: "Yes, I'm treating you!"
Mo Qing smiled: "Where?"
Goblin said quickly: "Of course it's up to you."
She decides?
She decides.
Mo Qing didn't make things difficult for them, so he chose a breakfast restaurant near the tower - it was cheap and affordable.
However, it is a little far for Goblin and Pengren.
"You have traveled far enough. You are not connected to either end." Goblin searched for the address and was a little surprised, "It's so early in the morning, where are you going to do errands?"
Mo Qing: "I'm watching the sunrise here."
Goblin: "..."
It’s true that I came here a hundred years ago and my hobby is so real.
After talking to Goblin on the phone, Mo Qing was in no hurry to get off the tower.
She sat up and looked at it for a while.
She used to stay at Min Chang's house. When the weather was good, she would run here from time to time in the morning to watch the sunrise and so on. In the evening, she would go shopping near Lion Lane and do some shopping.
She wants to gain some popularity.
Belongs to the popularity of this era.
After about half an hour of wandering, Mo Qing quietly descended from the tower, climbed over the wall, and blended into the crowd of early risers in the streets and alleys.
Her timing is very accurate.
As soon as I arrived at the door of the breakfast shop, I saw Goblin and Peng Ren.
"Qingqing!"
As soon as Peng Ren saw her, he jumped up and down like a monkey, raising his hand and waving at her.
Goblin forcibly grabbed him by the back collar and held him down.
When you are not working, you are as energetic as a monkey, capable of leaping to the sky at any time.
When Mo Qing saw Peng Ren, he felt a little regretful - if he had known better, he would rather treat the guests himself than let Peng Ren come over.
However, I regretted it too late.
The three of them entered the breakfast shop together and ordered some breakfast.
After the beef noodles were served, Mo Qing took a bite and asked, "What do you want from me?"
"cough."
Goblin cleared his throat.
Mo Qing looked at him and signaled him to fart quickly.
Goblin rubbed his hands, looked at Mo Qing, and asked tentatively: "Is the Father account yours?"
"Qingqing, is it yours?" Peng Ren echoed from the side like a repeater.
Mo Qing took another bite of powder and did not deny it: "Yeah."
Goblin and Peng Ren looked at each other, both feeling a little excited.
"How did you find out?" Mo Qing asked.
Goblin said: "We studied you all day yesterday."
Mo Qing was startled: "Research?"
"That's right," Peng Ren rushed to talk, "A lot of people are paying attention to your battle. Since the day before yesterday, someone has recorded every battle and posted it on forums and video websites. The number of views has been very high."
Mo Qing didn't care: "You invited me to dinner so early in the morning, just for this?"
Goblin quickly shook his head: "Of course not."
Mo Qing motioned for him to talk about the key points.
"We would like to ask," Goblin held a pair of chopsticks and focused all his attention on Mo Qing, "do you know the person you fought against the night before yesterday, the one you drew?"
