[Entertainment circle] The starlight in the pen is not as good as you

Gu Zhanqiao was fidgeting in the living room.

After Mo's father and the driver (maybe the assistant?) entered the door, Mo Tongtong took out two shoe covers from the shoe cabinet and told them to put them on, she was completely stunned.

Where did you get the shoe covers? ——No, the point is, Father Mo's calm and stern face changed color in an instant!

Judging from how awkwardly they put on the shoe covers afterwards, they probably never did such a thing.

Gu Zhanqiao tried her best not to be too surprised. When Mo Tongtong went straight to the kitchen to pack her things without saying a word, she volunteered to lead the two of them to the living room and poured two cups of hot water.

She smiled shyly: "Only Guozhen and honey citron tea, what do you want?"

Father Mo remained silent, did not drink tea, put his hands on his knees, and sat upright and dignified on the sofa.

The assistant didn't sit down, but stood straight to the side, like an inorganic pole.

Gu Zhanqiao didn't think it was a big deal at all, so she ransacked the box and chest to find something to eat, and found a pack of cucumber-flavored potato chips, brown sugar plum candy, rainbow candy, and chocolate beans.

It's better to have than nothing, although these snacks seem to be very inconsistent with the old man's temperament, Gu Zhanqiao still poured them on the plate in a decent manner, asking Father Mo to have some snacks and rest.

Father Mo looked at the colorful candies, and then at Gu Zhanqiao who was trying to maintain a smile. This time, he really didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere was too dignified, Gu Zhanqiao swallowed her saliva, said "I, I'll go to the kitchen to help", and wanted to run away.

As a result, before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Father Mo.

"Wait a minute, Miss Gu."

Father Mo spoke heavily.

The voice was just as Gu Zhanqiao had imagined, deep and majestic, with a decisive aura.

Gu Zhanqiao had no doubt that the other party must have been in a high position for a long time, the only thing he was not sure about was what kind of high position he belonged to.

She turned around tremblingly, her eyes widened involuntarily, and she looked at Father Mo with an innocent expression.

Father Mo: "I can't eat sweets. It's too wasteful to pour these things out like this."

Gu Zhanqiao: "..."

"Yes, yes, sorry, I don't know."

"It's because I didn't tell you in advance." Father Mo looked at the assistant beside him with a stern expression, "Xiao Zhang, please sit down too. You seem to like sweets. Would you like some?"

The tall assistant, who looked like a strong man with iron blood, didn't show any strange expression on his face. He just nodded and sat down, then grabbed a handful of Skittles.

Gu Zhanqiao: "..."

Gu Zhanqiao still went to the kitchen.

She pretended to be a helper, and whispered to Mo Tongtong, "Your father is not difficult to get along with."

Mo Tongtong didn't raise her head: "You haven't gotten along with him yet."

Mo Tongtong just reminded her based on her own understanding, but she didn't know that it was fine if she didn't say anything, but Gu Zhanqiao became even more nervous when she said that.

Sure enough, how could such a person be pleasing so easily.

She racked her brains to think about her experience, and found that she had no experience with people of that age at all. She didn't even have many friends of the same age, let alone middle-aged and elderly people.

She couldn't help much in the kitchen, so she hid by the refrigerator and squatted with her mobile phone looking for foreign help.

She is now asking in [Everything has a Cause and Effect]——

Cat Story: By the way, how do you get along with elders in their 50s?

The group was originally discussing the disappearance of news fans related to Gu Zhanqiao on Weibo. When they saw Cat Story suddenly asked, they fell into silence in an instant.

After all, everyone in this group actually knows very well that Cat Story is Gu Zhanqiao, and Gu Zhanqiao and Mo Tongtong seem to be out of the closet.

With such an association, the conclusion is no less than a bolt from the blue.

Jin Ge Tie Ma reacted first: This is, you met your parents?

Gu Zhanqiao blushed instantly, why did she guess it all of a sudden? !

But of course she didn't admit it, so she insisted——

Cat Story: No, what to see the parents, I just volunteer in the nursing home.

Everyone tacitly agreed not to tear it apart.

After all, this lie is so fake that it can be seen through at a glance.

After a heated discussion in the discussion group, everyone gave the answer in the group.

Jin Ge Tie Ma: You must be enthusiastic, cheerful, talkative, sweet-mouthed, say you are young and have a good figure, and you must not say any unfavorable words.

Die under the peony flower: don't joke in front of your elders, say good things, say good things, say good things.

Dried mango: Don't refute them, everything they say is right!

Gu Zhanqiao scratched her hair and wondered, she couldn't joke and only said good things, wouldn't that be a fake death?

And would Mo Tongtong's father really appreciate warm and cheerful people?

She expressed her doubts.

Cat Story: But the elders themselves don’t seem to like talking very much.

Jin Ge Tie Ma: No matter what kind of personality they are, middle-aged and elderly people will definitely like girls who are enthusiastic, cheerful and sweet-talking, trust me!

Gu Zhanqiao was eager to try it, but felt that it was not very reliable.

The soup cooked by Mo Tongtong has already emitted a fragrance. Gu Zhanqiao licked his lips, feeling that there was not enough time left for himself to study.

At this time, she thought of a person who in her impression was the most well-loved person with the best temper and the best temperament.

——Jiang Yan.

She poked Jiang Yan in WeChat in the mood of trying her luck.

Gu Zhanqiao: Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan, are you there?

Gu Zhanqiao: I want your help with something, please.

She didn't think that Jiang Yan would definitely reply, because everyone was in the same profession, and Gu Zhanqiao somehow knew how unstable the working hours of being a star were, maybe she was filming or recording a show now, which is hard to say.

So she went back to q/q to discuss with Jinge Tiema and the others. Unexpectedly, a reply came from WeChat not long after——

Jiang Yan: What is it, something on Weibo?

Gu Zhanqiao's heart was first taken away by Jiang Yan's reply.

She has not been online for a long time, and she has no idea what is going on online.

It was an unavoidable thing, she couldn't think of any better way than ignoring it first and putting it aside.

So what happened to her parents?She wanted to ask that.

But she finally held back and asked——

Gu Zhanqiao: No, I just want to ask, how can I get along well with elders in their 50s?

She just sent it, and Jiang Yan quickly replied——

Jiang Yan: ...

Jiang Yan: What elder?

Gu Zhanqiao: Tongtong's father

Jiang Yan: That's right.

Jiang Yan: What kind of person are you?

Seeing Jiang Yan's question, Gu Zhanqiao secretly thought it was reliable.

How can it be reliable to start expressing opinions without even asking what kind of person the other party is like.

If you don't know the truth, you have no right to speak.

Gu Zhanqiao replied as if hugging a thigh——

Gu Zhanqiao: He looks very stern, very stern, very stern.

Jiang Yan: ...

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Yan, who was going to stay at home during the vacation, rolled her eyes speechlessly with her face propped up.

Although Jiang Yan was relieved that Gu Zhanqiao's elders were not her pair of scumbag parents, Jiang Yan was quite worried about whether she could handle the family relationship well in terms of the adjectives for Mo Tongtong's father.

Moreover, according to her, Mo Tongtong's family is not that simple.

She poked the screen with her index finger and sent a sentence——

Jiang Yan: I haven't talked to you, I haven't had any contact with you. What have you done?

Gu Zhanqiao: He can't eat candy, his assistant likes to eat rainbow candy.

Jiang Yan: ...

Jiang Yan deeply feels that she should not discriminate against anyone's IQ. She knows that the world is vast, and everyone must have something special about her.

...But sure enough, she felt that Gu Zhanqiao was a little too "special".

Jiang Yan gave up, and she finally said something irresponsible - remember to smile sweetly and be smart, that's all right - then she turned off her mobile phone and went to watch TV.

Gu Zhanqiao looked at Jiang Yan's reply similar to that of everyone in the group, and suddenly thought, it seems that it is indeed right to do so.

Mo Tongtong saw Gu Zhanqiao squatting in the corner and nodded solemnly, then faced the living room with a confident smile.

After the dishes were served, Gu Zhanqiao called Father Mo and the others to have dinner.

Because there were not enough rice bowls and plates, Mo Tongtong himself used a happy buckle to pack the meals—that's what he said, but Gu Zhanqiao felt that the truth should be that Mo Tongtong didn't want to eat on the same plate as others.

Father Mo had no objection to this matter, sat down at the table naturally, and began to eat.

Feeling that the atmosphere was dull, Gu Zhanqiao said: "By the way, Uncle, do you like soup? This mushroom and bamboo shoot soup is specially prepared for you. Let me serve it for you—by the way, there is also this dish Stir-fry green beans, the food cooked by Tongtong is delicious, we never..."

There was a "ding" sound of knocking on the tableware, like a long needle piercing her brain, interrupting her words.

Father Mo leaned his chopsticks against the edge of the plate, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

His expression was condensed and serious as usual, and he spoke slowly but as if he weighed a thousand catties: "Miss Gu, you can't eat."

Gu Zhanqiao suddenly shut up, her heart almost stopped.

She opened her mouth to say sorry, but her throat was tight and she couldn't speak for a while.

——By the way, you shouldn't talk when you're eating.

She smiled and continued to serve the soup, but Mo Tongtong suddenly pressed her hand.

Mo Tongtong looked as usual, cold and distant: "Our family can talk when we eat."

Saying so, she snatched the soup bowl from Gu Zhanqiao's hand and drank it herself.

Gu Zhanqiao: "... = mouth ="

Father Mo frowned: "Are you talking to me like this?"

Mo Tongtong: "What's wrong with me talking like this?"

The two looked at each other without giving way.

At this time, Mo Tongtong didn't have the anxious and hesitant appearance before, it was like a sword out of its sheath, exuding a sharpness that cannot be underestimated.

Gu Zhanqiao still maintained the posture just now, dumbfounded, and finally reacted, smoothing things over and saying: "Actually, you really shouldn't talk, it's not good for digestion, and it's easy to choke."

After the words came out, she felt that her words were weak and funny, and she wanted to beat her head a few times.

These words really didn't bring any relief to the atmosphere, the dining table was solemn, although Father Mo lowered his eyes and started eating again, it was like the chest tightness and shortness of breath before a thunderstorm, no matter how you look at the atmosphere, it was the tranquility before the storm.

There was silence at the dining table, only the sound of chewing lightly, Gu Zhanqiao couldn't eat, and chewing on the rice was like chewing wax.

After an unknown amount of time, everyone at the dinner table stopped their chopsticks. Mo's father and Mo Tongtong looked at each other across the table. Gu Zhanqiao reckoned that they were about to fight against the top of the Forbidden City.

Sure enough, Father Mo looked directly at Mo Tongtong, and said the follow-up from before: "Do you think you're okay?"

"You think there's something wrong with me."

"It's not just me who thinks you have a problem."

"Why should I care if they think there's something wrong with me?"

Gu Zhanqiao was dizzy and didn't know what they were talking about after the two talked.

However, in the next second, Father Mo directed the conversation to her, and he asked——

"Then what about Ms. Gu, now there are rumors outside, do you think this is a good thing?"

Gu Zhanqiao secretly thought that something was wrong, she just felt that hearing the word "Miss Gu" in the future would probably cause her scalp to tingle in reflex.

Mo Tongtong immediately accepted the offer: "Why are you making things difficult for her? You can ask me directly."

Father Mo still looked at Gu Zhanqiao, and Gu Zhanqiao wanted to dig a hole in the ground and said, "Isn't this matter related to Miss Gu?"

Gu Zhanqiao was inexplicably trembling: "...is there?"

Father Mo: "Of course, if I hadn't suppressed the news, everyone would have seen your..."

He organizes the words.

"...This kind of abnormal relationship."

Although it's not that she doesn't know that the relationship between her and Mo Tongtong is not mainstream, it is indeed the first time that Gu Zhanqiao has heard someone point it out in front of her.

She turned pale, and felt dizzy for a moment.

She thought: Sure enough, she and Mo Tongtong were not blessed by her father.

She pinched the hem of her dress tightly, unable to speak.

However, in this chaos, she heard Mo Tongtong speak loudly——

"I love her, so being with her is not an abnormal relationship!"

This sentence did not conform to Mo Tongtong's usual style at all, Gu Zhanqiao turned to look at her.

Mo Tongtong gritted her teeth, as if she was enduring something.

Father Mo's face, which had always maintained one expression, finally showed another expression, like surprise or anger, but the other party didn't raise his voice, nor did he express it in his tone.

He didn't even continue his previous aggressiveness: "I just came to remind you, maybe you need to calm down."

He got up from his seat, picked up his clothes and walked towards the door.

The assistant also stood up and opened the door for him.

Mo Tongtong suddenly said coldly: "Then, are you going to do something to calm me down?"

Father Mo stopped in his tracks.

"In the final analysis, don't you think your current behavior is somewhat inexplicable?"

Mo Tongtong raised her voice: "If I try to persuade you, can you be persuaded?"

Father Mo frowned tightly, and said, "Xiao Zhang, open the door."

The assistant opened the door.

The woman with burgundy curly hair leaned against the door frame, wiggling her fingers with a cigarette.

"Hey, I wanted to finish smoking at the door."

Cao Jiaxuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and exhaled smoke rings.