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

Various conjectures flashed through Qi Shaobai's mind.

Did he make some mistakes at school again, did the head teacher sue her?

Or did she quarrel with her father?

Nothing like it.

Qi Shaobai asked himself, he has been doing well recently.

English test scores continued to improve, and the performance of science subjects was stable.

Even Chinese reading comprehension, which is difficult to overcome, has lost a lot of points recently.

The little stepmother and dad quarreled?

Qi Shaobai felt that it was even more impossible.

He has never seen his father get angry and quarrel with others, usually he just has a cold face, and the aggressive appearance is enough to be scary.

And, in his humble opinion.

If the father really quarreled with the little stepmother, it is uncertain who will prevail.

Dad was more like the sulky one.

Of course Sheng Mumu didn't know that Qi Shaobai had made up so much in a few seconds.

His eyes flicked around the boy's puzzled face.

His lips twitched a few times, but he couldn't tell the truth to Qi Shaobai.

He just said: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired after working all day."

She cheered up and raised the corners of her lips.

After finishing the words, he didn't look directly at Qi Shaobai's suspicious eyes, and went straight to the kitchen.

In order to lie, in order to look more innocuous.

She grabbed some snacks and drinks, carried her up the stairs, and deliberately took a brisk pace.

Qi Shaobai stood in the middle of the living room, frowning and looking over.

Seeing her relaxed back, she gradually dispelled the doubts in her heart.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he shrugged.

Maybe it's because he's been studying so hard recently that he's been dumbfounded, so think about it.

……

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Qi Mo returned home after dinner.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Ling Lie's face suddenly paused.

In the room, the headlights were not turned on, only a light strip around the edge was on.

Dimly.

Sheng Mumu sat on the sofa by the French window.

Holding a few stacks of papers in his hands, he looked out of the window with his head slightly lowered, his silhouette looked very low.

He had never seen such a dignified expression on her bright and optimistic face.

His eyes darkened, and he walked towards her.

The man's tall figure gradually enveloped her slender figure.

He opened his mouth as if looking for something to say:

"I'm back, why didn't you turn on the light."

Hearing the movement, Sheng Mumu raised his eyes.

There seemed to be a gloomy cloud all around.

Qi Mo moved his gaze down, and his pupils narrowed suddenly.

He didn't notice the paper in her hand for the first time, but saw her purplish red palm.

Qi Mo frowned, leaned over and squatted down, and took her hand.

The calloused fingertips gently slid over her palm.

After rubbing it with gentle strength a few times, I asked:

"how did you make it."

Because of his squatting position, his eyesight was lower than hers.

From Sheng Mumu's perspective, the man's pupils were dark and he couldn't distinguish his emotions.

Sheng Mumu pursed the corner of her lower lip and let him pinch her palm.

After a while, after sorting out what I wanted to say in my heart, I slowly opened my mouth:

"I went to Dr. Jiang's clinic today, and grandma's examination report came out."

She handed over the inspection report with crumpled corners.

"Grandma's brain was found to have a tumor."

After the words fell, the hand movement that gently rubbed her palm stopped.

Qi Mo looked over suddenly, his shoulders obviously sank a little, and his already dark eyes became deeper and deeper.

Sheng Mumu suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

For the first time, on Qi Mo's face, she saw the mixed emotions of panic and bewilderment.

Seeing his appearance, Sheng Mumu felt as if someone had thrown a boulder into his heart, and it was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Qi Mo's voice was low and deep: "Is the tumor malignant or benign?"

Sheng Mumu looked directly at him: "It's benign, it's still very young, and it can be cured."

As her words fell, Qi Mo's complexion relaxed a little, but it was still hard to hide the gloomy.

Sheng Mumu pulled his hand away from Qi Mo's.

In the next second, the backhand was on the back of his hand.

Calm tone:

"Dr. Jiang's elder brother and his supervisor professor are experts in the treatment of brain tumors. They suggested that grandma be sent to Germany for two months of conservative treatment. She can recover. Dr. Jiang will go there together to take care of grandma."

Sheng Mumu's small hands obviously couldn't wrap the man's big palm.

We can only rely on gradually tightening and aggravating the intensity to convey emotions and reassure him.

Qi Mo looked at her for a moment.

The back of the hand is wrapped in a warm touch.

He heard her voice coming softly and slowly.

"Me too."

The simple four words seem to have the magic power to soothe people's hearts.

For a moment, Qi Mo's throat tightened, and his nose felt sour.

The moment he heard the news of the old lady's illness, he was almost crushed.

And at this moment, firmly holding his hands, calming down his uneasiness and panic.

Looking at her gentle smiling face, he felt a softness in his heart.

Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Before Sheng Mumu could react, her head was buried in the man's chest.

The cool and cold fragrance hit him all over the sky.

The back of his head was controlled by his big palm, as if he wanted to press her into his chest.

Sheng Mumu could feel his chin resting on the top of her head, with a strong sense of presence.

Qi Mo's deep and hoarse voice was trembling imperceptibly.

"Mumu, thank you."

If it weren't for her insistence on taking the old lady for multiple checkups.

Qi Mo didn't even dare to think about the consequences.

I can still vividly remember the pain of losing my sister when I was young.

It was the old lady who pulled him out of the quagmire and made him regain his confidence.

He couldn't bear any bad news from the old lady.

Sheng Mumu felt like he was going to be out of breath.

About to be rubbed into the bone by him.

The man's chest is very hard, and the pillow is not comfortable.

But she didn't push it away and let him hold it.

She knows that this is a man's vulnerable moment.

He will definitely get better and become a giant again that no one can beat or crush.

Become a calm and easy-going Mr. Qi.

And this moment.

He was just worried about the grandson of the old lady.

An ordinary man who once longed for a hug and was always afraid of losing.

Just stay with him quietly.

It was very quiet all around.

Beside her ear was the sound of his strong heartbeat.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the moonlight is clear.

Covering the outlines of the two with a hazy silver light.