What should I do if I found my aunt's towel in Zhuma's schoolbag?

As soon as Shan Linjia heard the sound of locking the door, his heart trembled for a moment, and then his mouth became dry. He put his arms around Mo Yao's waist, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against his forehead: "Little pervert, you can't wait so fast!" ah."

Mo Yao giggled, raised his hand to remove his coat, and then took a hard bite on his chest through the thin shirt: "I don't know who we are, I can't wait even more."

Shan Linjia was so tickled by his kitten-like licking of his lips, he turned around and pushed him against the door: "Your uncle and Teacher Mo are both at home, don't make trouble."

"Just keep them from hearing the sound."

Although he said so, Mo Yao still consciously let go of his hand and did not make further trouble with him.

As soon as he let go, Shan Linjia felt a bit reluctant. He had been studying frantically for the exam these days. The two of them had no time to talk together properly or get along alone. Now such a good opportunity is even better. I can't find it even with a lantern.

Now looking at his thin and thin body after taking off his down jacket, and his small waist and slender waist, he can hold it with one hand, Shan Linjia took a few deep breaths, afraid that if he was not careful, he would lose control and turn into a wolf .

It is estimated that the car that has been riding in Shan Linjia for the past few days is very cold, Mo Yao has frostbite on several fingers, and it has been itching badly.

Shan Linjia saw that he was scratching all the time, so he quickly picked up his hand and looked at it: "Do you have frostbite? Don't scratch randomly, the more you scratch, the more itchy, first apply some frostbite ointment."

"I don't want to use that thing." Mo Yao wrinkled his nose and resisted: "It smells bad, and I'll keep sneezing after applying it."

"Then you have to paint a little bit, otherwise it won't be good."

Shan Linjia took out a box of chilblain ointment from his schoolbag, and then pulled him to sit on the bed without any explanation: "This chilblain ointment, my mother used it for me and the little chair since we were young. Although it smells bad, it is very effective. Within two days after applying it, the frostbite slowly disappeared."

While talking, Shan Linjia dug a little out of the jar and daubed it on his fingers carefully. Mo Yao's hands were white and thin, but most of the beauty was destroyed by the few frostbites that happened for nothing. Shan Linjia Self-blame and distressed: "If you let it get cold, don't take my car anymore. If you don't sit in Mr. Mo's heated luxury car, you have to sit in my open-top broken donkey and get cold in the wind. It hurts your hands and makes you sad." Not yourself."

Listening to his nagging, Mo Yao rolled her eyes impatiently: "I take your car to save face, why, if you don't let me sit, who else do you want to sit for, that school girl?"

He mentioned what other people did for no reason, and Shan Linjia didn't quite understand his brain circuit, so he sighed and bought another hand to continue painting: "You know that's not what I meant."

"I don't know what you mean." Mo Yao snorted, and withdrew his hand not to let him continue to paint: "Don't paint, don't paint, it smells so bad, you sit back, I want to sleep."

Shan Linjia was forced out of the bed by him. Seeing how he got into the bed and covered his head directly, he couldn't help but asked him with a smile: "We will have dinner soon, how are you going to sleep at this time?"

"I can sleep whenever I want, don't worry about it."

"And capricious."

Shan Linjia shook his head, knowing that he would definitely not want to talk to him for a while, so he simply stopped disturbing him: "Then you go to sleep, I'll go down and see if there's anything I can do to help."

After Shan Linjia finished speaking, he opened the door and went out. Hearing that there was no movement in the room, Mo Yao lifted the quilt and muttered and sat up. In fact, he was not angry with Shan Linjia, but just didn't want to be with him. Continue to discuss this issue.

He insisted on sitting in the back seat of Shan Linjia not only because he wanted to be willful, but because he was afraid of the cold, and every time he sat in the back seat of Shan Linjia and went to school, he felt that his little life was worthless. It's almost gone, but even if the cold is unbearable, so what, he just wants Shan Linjia to know that no matter how hard it is to be with him and how bad the conditions are, he can always persevere without any complaints of.

Shan Linjia loves and values ​​him too much. Although this makes him feel very happy and satisfied, but at the same time this is what worries him the most. With his character, he must not see him being wronged and hurt. His first reaction is definitely to take full responsibility for himself. If the two of them are accidentally exposed at that time, that idiot will definitely take full responsibility and push him away in order to keep him safe.

The last thing Mo Yao wants to see is this kind of situation. He wants Shan Linjia to know that he is not a spoiled greenhouse flower that can only be accommodated and protected. He also wants to grow up and be alone with him. Now that he can't even bear this little suffering from the wind and the sun, how will he convince himself to face the cruelty of the future reality together with him.

Thinking of this, Mo Yao excitedly sat up from the bed, and when she lifted the quilt and got out of bed to look for slippers, she accidentally kicked the schoolbag next to her. It belonged to Shan Linjia, and she threw it on the bed when he came in just now.

Mo Yao bent down to pick up the schoolbag, but a pink envelope-like thing slipped out of it, he was stunned, picked it up and took a closer look, a very bad guess suddenly crossed his mind .

Could this fucking be a love letter?

He turned the envelope over and saw that the envelope was pink, and there was still a vague fragrance floating on it. On the front, there were a few delicate and neat block characters written, "Shan Linjia's dear friend".

There's nothing wrong with this fucking love letter.

Mo Yao sneered, if it wasn't for a sliver of reason in his mind, this ghostly thing would have been a pile of shredded paper by now, he squeezed the thin paper and stuffed it into Shan Linjia's in the schoolbag.

After such an incident, his heart is not as impassioned as before. He is here alone, worrying about the future and their future, but what he didn't expect is that there may be countless people waiting to pry their corners The presence.

It's fucking hilarious.

Mo Yao smiled instead of anger, stood up and looked for slippers and put them on slowly. When he was about to go downstairs, Shan Linjia just went up to call him. Seeing him coming down with a serious face, he thought he was still unhappy because of what happened just now. , so taking advantage of Su Chi and the others not paying attention, he tugged on Su Chi's sleeve and whispered, "Daughter-in-law, are you still angry?"

Mo Yao glanced at him, and just as he opened his mouth, the pink and tender envelope appeared in front of his eyes, his voice suddenly seemed to be blocked by something, and he didn't even bother to say anything.

Mo Miao helped Su Chi put the washed dishes on the table, watched them standing still on the stairs, and hurriedly called them down: "You two, hurry up and wash your hands and eat, what are you dawdling about?"

Mo Yao opened his hand, bypassed him and walked downstairs: "It smells so good, did uncle fry omelets, is the bottom of the pot today the same one we ate before, I want spicy ones! "

Mo Miao used chopsticks to knock off the hand he wanted to eat: "You are still so frizzy at a young age, wash your hands first."

"Okay." Mo Yao nodded, and obediently ran to the kitchen to wash his hands.

Shan Linjia still stood there without moving, looking at Mo Yao's back with deep thought, Mo Miao glanced at him, and asked him with a smile: "Did the young couple quarrel?"

Shan Linjia was taken aback by his words, subconsciously wanted to see Su Chi's reaction, but luckily he and Mo Yao were busy in the kitchen and didn't hear what Mo Miao said just now.

Shan Linjia breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled awkwardly at him: "Mr. Mo, don't make fun of us."

"I've always hated making jokes." Mo Miao said with a blank expression, and first put some meatballs that were not easy to cook into the pot. , People look at the atmosphere of eating hot pot.

Su Chi finally brought out the drinks and wine. He seemed to be in a good mood today, and even joked that he asked Shan Linjia to have a drink with him. After all, he was in front of the elders now, and he couldn't figure out what Su Chi was thinking, so he didn't dare to open his mouth and drink.

In fact, hot pot is nothing more than an atmosphere. In the past, there were only Su Chi and Mo Yao in this family. Even if it took a lot of time to prepare a whole table of food, it tasted deserted and tasteless. Now that Mo Miao is here, There is also Shan Linjia, a brat who is not afraid of death. Anyway, this family is finally a little popular.

After three rounds of drinking, Mo Miao, who was overwhelmed by alcohol, turned red and waved her hands frequently to say that she could not drink any more, but Su Chi, who had been drinking wine as plain water, still had a calm expression, fair complexion, and clear eyes. It didn't look like he had been drinking at all.

Mo Yao also joined in the fun and drank a few drinks. Although he and Shan Linjia are both underage, they live in families surrounded by big men like this. Under the environment that they have been exposed to since they were young, it is unreasonable to say that they have never been drunk when they grow up. actual.

After eating, several people stopped moving their chopsticks. I don't know if it was because of drinking. Su Chi seemed to talk a lot today, and he pretended to be confused. Several times, he changed the topic to Shan Linjia and As for Mo Yao, although he didn't say it explicitly, the other three could hear it too. After all, he still didn't agree with them being together.

After talking about this topic, the atmosphere at the dinner table obviously fell silent. Mo Yao squatted on the sofa, leaning against Mo Miao next to her, and listened to Su Chi's speech without saying a word.

Shan Linjia sat across from them, looking at Mo Yao's cheeks that were flushed from drinking, which looked even more beautiful under the light than the plum blossoms on the branches outside the window. Shan Linjia was dazzled and mouthed He dryly picked up the beer next to him and took another sip.

Su Chi leaned against the back of the sofa with his face propped sideways, and suddenly said as if talking to himself: "Let's go home for the Chinese New Year this year."

Mo Miao, who was almost unconscious, was the first to understand. He shook his head and looked at Su Chi on the opposite side with hazy eyes: "Go home?"

"Well, go home." Su Chi nodded, and gently pressed two slender fingers on the temple: "Go back to Mo's house."