The little crying bag of the male protagonist dressed as a bamboo horse

The two didn't talk for long, and Jiang Yiling soon took her son home.

After returning home, she went straight into the kitchen. The clock on the wall pointed to five o'clock, and it was time to prepare dinner.

Mo Xuanwen works in a public institution, and his off-duty time is very punctual, and he rarely participates in social gatherings. Although his salary is not much, it is more stable.

At six o'clock in the evening, there was the sound of the door opening on time. It was Mo Xuanwen who had returned.

Jiang Yiling put the dishes on the table and glanced at the door when she heard the sound.

Mo Xuanwen changed his shoes and walked in. He wore a pair of silver-framed eyes, and his demeanor was gentle and refined: "Yi Ling, Xiao Chu, I'm back."

Jiang Yiling said with a smile: "It's just right, the dishes are all served, you go and wash your hands."

After Mo Xuanwen honestly washed his hands, he just sat down at the dining table when he heard the sound of footsteps. Mo Chujue followed the smell of the food all the way to the restaurant, and his mouth was watering.

Jiang Yiling made his favorite sweet and sour pork ribs!

Humming and humming, he pushed the children's chair over, quickly climbed onto the seat, put on his bib, and looked cute.

Mo Xuanwen was afraid that he would fall, so he helped him by the side, and said with a smile: "You want to eat so much?"

"Yeah!" Mo Chujue looked at the pork ribs wrapped in sweet soup without blinking, and a handful of chopped green onions were sprinkled on it.

Not long after, Jiang Yiling brought the last dish and scratched Mo Chujue's nose with a smile: "What a greedy little cat."

The family sat at the table and began to eat. Jiang Yiling picked up a few ribs for Mo Chujue. Seeing him burying his face in the bowl and eating deliciously, he couldn't help reminding: "Eat slowly."

Mo Chujue was stuffing a piece of pork ribs into his mouth, and replied vaguely: "Mmm."

The other two people at the table saw that he was eating happily, their appetites were also whetted, and they chatted while serving each other food.

Jiang Yiling mentioned the new neighbors: "The resident next door has moved in. It's a mother and son. Have you seen it?"

Mo Xuanwen put a chopstick of rice into his mouth, and asked, "When did it happen? I just got off work, so I haven't seen it."

Jiang Yiling became interested, and said to him enthusiastically: "I was delivering desserts to the neighbors this afternoon, and they just happened to come in. I chatted with her for a while, and she said that her name was Chen Jiujiu, and she lived alone with her son. She looks super good-looking! The skin is white and tender, like tofu."

Human beings yearn for beautiful things, and no one can be jealous of Chen Jiujiu's appearance.

Jiang Yiling said in a joking tone: "If only I could be this beautiful."

Mo Xuanwen frowned after hearing this: "Why aren't you beautiful? In my heart, you are the most beautiful."

Jiang Yiling blushed instantly, and said angrily, "The child is still here, what are you talking about?"

Mo Chujue happily watched them spread dog food, raised his little hand, and said, "In my heart, my mother is also the most beautiful!"

"What are you doing, little guy?"

Even so, after this meal, the curvature of Jiang Yiling's mouth never fell.

In the next few days, Jiang Yiling saw Chen Jiujiu and the others as orphans and widows, and would send something over from time to time. They were all small things, either freshly made desserts or ready-made soups.

Although she was a little curious about where the child's father had gone, she didn't ask too much. It was her privacy, and it would be bad if she rashly brought up something that touched the other person's heart.

It's winter vacation recently, Mo Chu never needs to go to kindergarten, he just stays at home playing with toys every day, grass is about to grow on his head.

Seeing Jiang Yiling baking a small cake in the kitchen, he pursed his lips and dragged his voice: "Mom—"

The weather is a bit hot today, Jiang Yiling wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, poked her head out of the kitchen, and said softly, "Baby, what's the matter?"

Mo Chujue blinked, his eyelashes looked like a small fan: "Mom, when are we going to have a picnic?"

Jiang Yiling had promised him before that he would go out to play when the weather was fine, but now that the winter vacation is almost over, there is no sign of this matter.

Jiang Yiling thought for a while, and comforted her: "Your father has something to do recently, let's go next weekend, okay?"

Mo Chujue nodded sensibly: "Yes." In fact, he was already thinking about what snacks to buy at that time.

In fact, what he wants to eat most is fried chicken, but Jiang Yiling says it is junk food, and he is rarely allowed to eat it.

Thinking of this, Mo Chujue sighed, he felt that the only advantage of growing up was being able to eat whatever he wanted.

Jiang Yiling saw that he looked downcast with his head down, and felt a little guilty: "I'll buy you fried chicken and French fries then."

Mo Chujue, who inexplicably fulfilled his wish: "...Huh?"

He scratched his head, and before he could say anything, Jiang Yiling continued to say, "Baby, can you help mommy deliver this to Aunt Chen? I'm still here to watch the oven time."

Mo Chujue nodded, and soon went out with a few small cakes.

This was the first time he went to the next door alone, because he was too short to ring the doorbell, so he had to hold the plate in one hand and knock on the door with the other free hand.

The door opened soon, Chen Jiujiu glanced outside, but saw no one, and then found a little guy standing underneath, squatting down with a smile: "So it's Xiaochu, what's the matter with you?"

The soft and beautiful face was magnified in front of his eyes, and Chen Jiujiu leaned over straight. Mo Chujue, who had seen all kinds of handsome men and beauties in the entertainment industry, was stunned for a moment. His ears were slightly red, and he held the plate high: "Aunt Chen , This is what my mother asked me to send over."

Chen Jiujiu pinched his fleshy cheek: "Good boy, come to Auntie's house to play for a while, my son is also at home."

Mo Chujue was dragged in by her in a daze.

When the door was closed, he waved his hand and declined, "Auntie, my mother is still waiting for me at home..."

Chen Jiujiu didn't care: "What's the matter, I'll just tell your mother when the time comes, Gui Xing is reading in the room, if you have time, take him to play, what does a kid always look like with a stern face?" Look... you are cuter."

Mo Chujue: "..." Can boys be described as cute?He really wanted to be like Chen Jiujiu's son, but his crying physique couldn't be cool no matter what.

At this moment, a helpless voice suddenly came from the living room: "Mom."

What should I do if the righteous Lord hears bad things?

Chen Jiujiu perfectly interpreted "As long as you are not embarrassed, the one who is embarrassed is someone else". She smiled and led Mo Chujue out of the hallway as if nothing had happened, and said, "Look who is here? The brother next door gave me You sent a small cake over, thank you soon."

Mo Chujue was a little ashamed and waved his hands: "You're welcome..."

The boy sitting on the sofa glanced at him lightly, and said coldly, "Thank you."

This was the first time he heard the voice of "Brother Cool", but he didn't expect it to sound quite nice.

It took Mo Chujue a while to react, and he said hastily, "You're welcome."

Chen Jiujiu on the side listened to their conversation, looking like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. His son was too thin-skinned, and if he continued to tease him, he might become angry from embarrassment.

She went into the bedroom and took a coat, and said to the two children while changing her shoes: "I'm going to go out later, Xiao Chu, can you stay here with my brother? I'll tell your mother."

Before Mo Chujue could figure out what to do, the boy sitting on the sofa had already stood up, frowning slightly, his voice full of disapproval: "Mom, I don't need company."

Mo Chujue scratched his face, thinking: Is he being rejected?

Chen Jiujiu glared at him, and then said to Mo Chujue, "Don't listen to his nonsense, brother actually likes you very much."

Receiving hints from his own mother's eyes, the boy: "..."

Did not continue to insist.

"That's it. It's settled. You two play at home obediently. I'll be back in an hour." Suddenly thinking of something, Chen Jiujiu turned his eyes around his son, "Xing Xing, don't bully brother."

Yu Guixing: "..." Does he look like that?

He suspected that his own mother had misunderstood him.

The door slammed shut, and after Chen Jiujiu left, the house was completely quiet.

Mo Chujue watched the boy sit back on the sofa and read the book quietly, his eyes were suddenly confused: what should he do?

It's not a problem to stand up like this, Mo Chujue walked to the sofa and sat down with small steps, and then moved his butt to the side of the boy dilly-dally, trying to see what book this man was reading.

As a result, I didn't read the book, but was dazzled by the beauty.

The afternoon sun shines in from the window, reflecting the dust in the air, making it look warm and quiet. The boy is wearing a white shirt, his back is slightly curved, his long eyelashes like crow feathers are drooping slightly, and his skin is ivory-like in the sun. The white and lustrous luster is as beautiful as a picture scroll.

But Mo Chujue felt sour when he saw it.

It's over, it's over, looking at Chen Jiujiu's appearance, I can tell that her son's appearance is definitely not much worse, and it is impossible to become disabled. He only prays that this person will not go to the same school as him in the future, otherwise the name of the school grass What's the matter with him, Mo Chude!

Being stared at all the time, anyone can detect it, let alone Yu Guixing with his keen senses. He raised his head from the book, frowned and looked at Mo Chujue, and asked silently: What are you looking at?

Although he didn't say a word, Mo Chujue understood the meaning of disgust from it, and hurriedly remedied: "I just want to know what book you are reading."

Yu Guixing raised his hand, revealing the cover of the book.

Mo Chujue looked down, and then there was a long silence.

This unscientific!How can a five-year-old child understand the original English version!

Even if he scored more than 140 points in the English test of the college entrance examination in his previous life, it is a bit difficult to read these contents, let alone a five-year-old child.

Mo Chujue even wondered if this person was born again just like him.

He asked cautiously: "Can you understand these?"

Yu Guixing didn't look at him like a fool this time, but nodded seriously: "Most of them."

He has learned various languages ​​since he was a child, and he is most familiar with Chinese and English. Except for some uncommon words, he can almost recognize others.

Whoa!Mo Chujue looked at him in amazement, could this person really be reborn?

Pointing to the words in the book, he asked, "Then can you tell me what it means?"

Yu Guixing glanced down, and read out fluently: "acquai, let me know."

Really know!

With the idea of ​​finding out more information, Mo Chujue continued to ask: "What's your name?"

Yu Guixing was a little impatient, why did this guy ask endless questions?

He left his name coldly and turned the pages of the book again, no matter how much Ren Mo Chujue chirped, he didn't respond.

When he didn't get a response, Mo Chujue had no choice but to give up. He looked at Yu Guixing's handsome side face with a bit of baby fat, and his brows were so wrinkled that they could kill flies.

This person's name...why is it so familiar?