I'm afraid I won't survive [Quick Transmigration]

Shen Li's funeral was handled in a very low-key manner, and there were only a few relatives and friends, most of whom belonged to her natal family.Since the death of Shen Song's father, due to some property disputes, the mother and son had little contact with the relatives there. Xu Si fulfilled the obligation of notification, so it was expected that few people showed up.

They had probably forgotten about this widow and this descendant with a foreign surname who had always been taciturn and had no sense of existence.

All the funerals were gloomy and gloomy. During the whole process, Xu Si tried his best to separate himself and see him off as an outsider instead of a son, because he recently found that his empathy was too strong.

Everything about the small funeral was carried out in an orderly and orderly manner, condolences, meals, and funerals, until the beautifully packaged urn was solemnly placed in the small and narrow space that Mo Beihan bought at a high price, and the dust settled .

The moment he locked the small glass window, Xu Si felt that he had locked the life of an ordinary woman.

"Okay." He sighed, took a step back, turned his head and asked Mo Beihan, "Am I doing okay?"

It was only at this time that Mo Beihan realized deeply that Shen Song was no longer the fragile Shen Song he used to be. He was clearly strong enough and strong enough.

"Very good." He patted his shoulder, and he felt that his shoulders seemed much wider and flatter than before, but these changes had been ignored by him intentionally or unintentionally.

Going back home, I dismantled the miniature cameras at home that would be overlooked if I didn’t look carefully. After Xu Si took a shower, he was lying on the bed reading some professional books on cultural relics that he had bought online before, when Mo Beihan’s phone started vibrating non-stop. stand up.

"Don't you take a look?" He kicked Mo Beihan who was cutting his toenails at the end of the bed.

"Don't look, it's not that group of people clamoring to see you." Mo Beihan shook his hand and almost cut his toenails. He gave Xu Si a hard look before giving up.

Xu Si took off her glasses, picked up the black phone with SpongeBob SquarePants printed on the phone case, and turned on the screen.

Mo Beihan's group of cronies and friends chatted enthusiastically in the wechat group, and they talked about one topic. They wanted to meet the tall man who was more like a boudoir than a girl without leaving the door of Mo Shaoguan.

Qi Yue: Stop arguing, I'm meditating, stop quarreling and quit the group.

Zhang Shuo: Retire, it’s okay to meditate every day, why don’t you leave your home and become a monk?By the way, before you become a monk, pay back all the wine money you owe me.

Qi Yue: Okay, you are amazing.Keep chatting, anyway, the surname Mo will definitely not bring out his little wife.

Zhang Shuo: No, why?Didn't I drink too much last time?Give me a chance to apologize!

Sun Yiyi: You didn't drink much that day...

Zhang Shuo: Hey, can you suffocate if you say a few words?

Qi Yue: Obviously you are the one who will die if you squat in the group all day without talking. Don't bully Yiyi.

Zhang Shuo: The kitten bites the bed sheet and feels wronged.jpg

Sun Yiyi: Oh, I haven't seen Brother Mo for half a year, I really miss him.Lonely Picking Petals.jpg

Zhang Shuo: Ugh...

Xu Si was amused by this group of people, and burst out laughing, "I think they are quite interesting, it's okay for everyone to go out and have fun..."

Mo Beihan didn't even lift his head: "No."

"For..." Just as Xu Si wanted to express his dissatisfaction, a private message window popped up.

The remark name is blank, and the avatar is a pretty dark gray back.

One word, "in?"

Xu Si raised her eyes, glanced at Mo Beihan, and replied, "Yes."

There was no movement on the opposite side, Xu Si clicked his tongue, and opened the group that was still active just now and suddenly became quiet as chickens.

A person appeared on the chat interface who hadn't said a word from the beginning to the end. When he said a word, it was as if he had dropped a nuclear bomb-level frozen ten miles in the group.

Su Tiao Ed: Brother Mo's little wife?

Xu Si looked at the profile picture of this person, then exited the group chat interface, and then looked at the person who poked privately, um, the same one.

Zhang Shuo: Su Tiao?Your kid is back home?

Su Tiao Ed: Well, I just came back two days ago.

Zhang Shuo: Oh.

Zhang Shuo: It’s good to be back. Welcome to the hot pot skewers, sweet and sour pork ribs and barbecue stall!

Qi Yue: We are discussing to ask Shao Mo to bring him out for a stroll, and you can come too when the time comes, just to clean up the dust for you.

Sun Yiyi: Well, let him get over the past.

Su Tiao Ed: Yes.

Intuition made Xu Si tighten the slack string in his skull. He put down the book and propped up his upper body.

The phone rang again, it was Su Tiao.

"Have a new boyfriend?"

Xu Si touched this sentence for a while, not because he has a boyfriend, but because he got a new one... Reminiscing about the messy life that Mo Beihan confessed before, he could figure out with his toes what kind of unrequited love this might be. old lover...

Xu Si struggled to move to Mo Beihan's side, pillowed his thigh, and shook the phone screen in front of him.

"Here, someone asked if you have a new boyfriend."

Mo Beihan threw away the nail clippers, took the phone, and glanced at it.

"Oh, good friends with our group."

"Just a friend?" Xu Si looked at his chin with blue stubble from bottom to top, and raised his hand to touch it.

Mo Beihan lowered his head to catch his finger, licked it in his mouth, and said inarticulately: "Otherwise?"

Xu Si sniffed her nose, withdrew her hand, and buried her head in Mo Beihan's half-open velvet nightgown, "Hmm...I smell something different."

"Isn't it the smell of vinegar?" Mo Beihan pinched his nose exaggeratedly, and said in a muffled voice, "The whole room is full of sour smell, it's killing me."

Xu Si opened his mouth, bit his tight abdominal muscles punishingly, snorted with his nose, tore off the purely redundant nightgown, stretched his hand down, and grabbed the opponent's vitals. With a smile, "Don't touch the house for three days, don't move, let you see the long-hidden power of my uncle!"

Mo Beihan immediately lay down cooperatively, "Come on, sir, I'm really not moving, so please don't show mercy."

After a while of gnawing, the order of up and down was forcibly reversed. Xu Si took a deep breath and felt the veins on his forehead throbbing. Move."

Mo Beihan buried himself in a warm place at a negative distance, and lazily pressed against Xu Si's chest, breathing unsteadily, "Didn't you tell me to show me your lustful power?"

Xu Si rolled her eyes, "You let me be on top!"

"You have nothing to blame."

"You! Ha...uh...don't stop!"

As she said that, a blush appeared on her face, and even the tips of her ears turned red.

Mo Beihan gave a low laugh, his already low voice was suppressed into an indescribably hoarse and seductive voice at the moment, "Okay, I'll listen to you, I'll let you see the power of the perpetual motion machine."

After a hearty workout, Xu Si raised her toes and poked Mo Beihan's waist, "Old Mo, take me to meet your friends, I didn't introduce you formally last time."

Mo Beihan grabbed his mischievous foot, grabbed his ankle and pulled him towards him, wrapped him in his arms and rubbed his soft hair, "Okay, I'll ask everyone out tomorrow."