You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

inside the room.

Qi Shaobai changed into pajamas, leaned against the head of the bed with the back of his head resting on his arms.

His expression gradually became serious.

It should never be.

Just now he heard the sound of the yard iron gate being opened, so he ran to the window and took a look.

Seeing his father and stepmother getting out of the car, he pulled up the curtains and turned off the bedroom lights with a guilty conscience.

Thinking about it now, I regret it a bit.

He often sleeps with the light on at night, but deliberately turns it off, which only aggravates the suspicion of being a guilty conscience.

Qi Shaobai was in a mess.

Constantly guessing whether any abnormalities were found.

The phone screen on the bedside table suddenly lit up.

Sheng Mumu: "Student Xiaoqi, if you haven't slept, come out to eat?"

Qi Shaobai looked at the screen, his heart tightened.

Sure enough, the act of deliberately turning off the lights just now was very suspicious.

Was it discovered?

How to do.

Do you pretend to be asleep, or go out for something to eat as if nothing happened?

I didn't eat much for dinner, so I'm really hungry now.

……

in the living room.

Qi Mo leaned on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and sat lazily and casually, taking the tea that Butler Zhang handed over.

Sheng Mumu was sitting next to her with her mobile phone in her hand, staring at the screen of the phone suspiciously.

Above the WeChat dialog box.

A line is displayed: the other party is typing...

It disappears again soon.

Sure enough, I didn't sleep!

She turned her head abruptly and gave a look to the man beside her who was drinking tea elegantly.

The man nodded slightly.

Sheng Mumu tapped the screen with her finger to edit the message.

"Boy, I know you haven't slept—

Before he finished typing, the door of Qi Shaobai's room opened slowly.

A 17-year-old boy in pajamas came out with messy hair.

When he came to the living room, he yawned and said, "Are you back? Is the movie good?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a smile flashed across Qi Mo's eyes.

Of course Qi Shaobai didn't notice it.

He also didn't notice that Sheng Mumu winked at his father.

Sheng Mumu pushed the bag on the coffee table.

"We went to eat Cantonese cuisine and packed the unfinished Tingzi porridge."

"Oh." Qi Shaobai sat down on the sofa as if nothing had happened, and opened the packing bag.

Sheng Mumu started her performance, Zhuang Ruo unintentionally answered what Qi Shaobai said just now.

"The movie was pretty good, but it's a pity you didn't see it."

Qi Shaobai took a sip of the porridge and said with a sigh:

"It's okay, there's always a chance when it's released."

"Yeah." Sheng Mumu answered casually, then turned to look at Qi Mo, "By the way, I didn't understand the ending just now. Didn't the heroine leave a letter for the hero? Why didn't the hero find out the truth later?"

Qi Mo's long eyelashes suppressed his eyes that were holding back a smile, and said in a deep voice, "It wasn't him who saw the letter."

"Ah?" Sheng Mumu was surprised, "Who is that?"

Qi Mo slowed down and explained patiently: "He is the son of his enemy."

Sheng Mumu said with doubts, "No, that figure from the back is obviously the hero, and the hair color is exactly the same."

Qi Mo: "Well, the hair color is the same, but a two-second shot was given to remind the audience."

Sheng Mumu: "It's too detailed, it doesn't explain who can understand."

Qi Mo: "Well, most people can't see it."

Sheng Mumu suddenly realized: "Ah—could it be the scene of holding the chopsticks? His right hand?"

Qi Mo said softly, "Yes."

"No, it's the left hand, the mole on the ring finger, it was shot in the second shot of the scene." Qi Shaobai answered casually.

After the words fell, the air froze for a moment.

The boy's eyes widened suddenly, and the hand holding the spoon froze.

It felt like the air around me was slowly freezing.

Hey!

What did he say? ? ? ? ?

He really wanted to slap himself, but why couldn't he control his mouth!

With a little luck in his heart, he slowly raised his eyes.

Two sharp eyes looked over at the same time.

Sheng Mumu and Qi Mo almost said in unison:

"how do you know?"

Qi Shaobai: ...

In the end, he honestly confessed the ins and outs of going to the premiere of the movie secretly.

He also reassured that before he decided to go to the premiere, he had already done several sets of test papers in advance, which really did not take up study time.

In the process of explaining the truth, he lowered his head, not daring to look his father directly in the eyes.

After finishing speaking, he didn't say a word, waiting for the imminent accusation.

however.

He waited for a long time without waiting for them to say a word.

I couldn't help but glance up from the corner of my eye, and when I looked over, my pupils suddenly tightened.

???

Sheng Mumu looked at Qi Mo with an expression of "I'll just say it", and said while suppressing a smile:

"Look, I said that as long as this kid opens his mouth, the first sentence will be revealed."

Qi Mo slightly bent his lips, his eyes sparkled with a gentle smile, "Well, you're right."

Sheng Mumu stood up, imitating Qi Shaobai just now, yawned, and said:

"Fortunately, he yawned contrivedly, laughing to death."

Qi Mo smiled and shook his head, as if he also disdained Qi Shaobai's performance, and gave a concise evaluation:

"It's better not to fight."

"That's right." Sheng Mumu said confidently, "I bet this kid must have messed up his hair on purpose before he came out of the room."

Listening to the conversation between father and stepmother, Qi Shaobai: "????"

This... this... makes him more uncomfortable than scolding him.

The damage is not high, and the insult is extremely strong! ! !

After a while, Sheng Mumu finally stopped laughing, walked around to the stunned Qi Shaobai, looked him up and down in a circle, and said leisurely:

"Student Xiaoqi, you should at least hide the T-shirt in your pajamas, it's all exposed."

Qi Shaobai stared wide-eyed, looking down at himself in a panic.

No, the t-shirt I wore when I went out was obviously changed as soon as I came back.

As soon as he lowered his head, pleasant laughter burst out beside him.

Qi Shaobai: "..."

Counted!

"You really don't know how to lie, Xiao Qi." Sheng Mumu laughed until her cheeks ached.

Qi Mo's gaze swiveled between Qi Shaobai and Sheng Mumu, and the smile in his deep pupils grew stronger and stronger.

……

night.

The night was as thick as ink, with repeated showers.

One o'clock in the middle of the night.

Lying on the bed, Qi Shaobai suddenly opened his eyes, his lips pursed into a straight line.

Depend on.

I was tricked by my father and stepmother.

Angry.

……

the other side.

Inside the master bedroom.

The other man surnamed Qi was also completely sleepless.

3 minutes ago.

Suddenly, a pair of delicate and soft hands touched his waist.

Immediately, my stomach tightened and I opened my eyes.

In the darkness, he felt her getting closer.

Shallow breath sprayed on his back.

The breathing rhythm is slow and even, and it should be that he is not awake.

In the next second, she seemed to take a shallow breath, then muttered a few times, buried her head in his back, and seemed to be sleeping more soundly.

Qi Mo didn't move, and there was warmth from the hands that were pressed against his waist.

The soft touch made his throat tighten.

Can not ignore.

Realizing that his breathing became hot, he rolled his throat.

He took a deep breath to try to reduce the heat, but the heaving of his chest made his breath get closer.

In the darkness, the coldness in those pair of dark eyes dissipated completely, as if a ball of flame was about to burn out.

……

Sheng Mumu had a dream.

Dreaming that she was in the movie theater, Qi Mo put his clothes on her body.

A faint pleasant smell enveloped her, and she couldn't help sniffing it.

It's cool and smells good.

Involuntarily moved closer to the side.

Greed for this reassuring breath.

……

07:30am.

Morning light leaked in through the cracks in the curtains.

The woman groaned and turned over, like a good night's dream.

The man lifted the quilt with his bony hands.

Stepping lightly, he walked into the bathroom.

Press down on the shower head.

Turned the water to the cold side, and put one hand against the tiles on the wall.

The water poured down, followed the tight and smooth muscle lines, and sank into the depths.

A few drops of water slipped from the long eyelashes.

The pretty eyes are half downcast.

But he couldn't hold back the gloomy light rolling in his eyes.

Ups and downs.