After not being a human being, the paranoid villain took a fancy to

The aunt was choked up, her lips moved a few times, she really didn't know what to say, so she could only curl her lips and walk away muttering.

"There is something wrong with this kid..."

Mo Zeyan looked away, reached out and pulled Song Nuo's braid, and said in a low voice, "She wants to call you ugly."

Song Nuo responded in a low voice: "It's okay, you didn't help me..."

"It's enough for me to say you're ugly."

Song Nuo: "..." Thank you!

Afterwards, Mo Zeyan took Song Nuo onto a bus——

From going out to now, Song Nuo found that Mo Zeyan's actions were very clear, which bus to take, which stop to get off at, and where to go, without any panic at all, as if it had been planned long ago.

In the end, Mo Zeyan brought Song Nuo to...the second-hand market?

"What are you here to buy?"

Song Nuo had never been to a second-hand market before, so he couldn't restrain his excitement and curiosity, so he couldn't help kicking his legs in Mo Zeyan's arms.

Mo Zeyan looked down at Song Nuo, stretched out his hand to hold Song Nuo's feet, and replied after a while, "Buy a computer."

"Huh? Buy a computer?"

Song Nuo was a little surprised—at such a young age...

"You know how to use a computer?!"

"Keep your voice down." Mo Zeyan covered Song Nuo's mouth with his hand: "Is it strange that I know how to use a computer?"

"Um..."

Looking at Mo Zeyan's expression that should be taken for granted, it seems... Isn't it strange?

Even Lu Jingshuo was able to touch the elementary school where Lu Jingyan was at alone...

Song Nuo thought to himself, as expected of the protagonist Gong and the villain boss in the original book, he is only a little over six years old, so he is different from other children...

But thinking of Lu Jingshuo, I don't know what happened to Gong, the protagonist of the original book, after confirming the existence of his half-brother?

On weekends, there are many people hanging out in the second-hand market.

Mo Zeyan walked among the short ones alone, holding an eye-catching doll in his arms, which undoubtedly attracted a lot of attention.

The more people walked in, the more people there were, Song Nuo didn't dare to speak easily.

Mo Zeyan remained calm, found a shop selling second-hand electronic products, and went straight in.

There is no one in the store, only a shopkeeper.

Seeing Mo Zeyan walking in, the boss immediately glanced behind Mo Zeyan: "Kid, where are your parents?"

"They asked me to buy a computer."

After finishing speaking, Mo Zeyan reported the name of the computer and some accessories, and asked the boss if there were any.

The boss was immediately happy: "Your parents can rest assured that you come to buy a computer by yourself? You need to spend money to buy a computer, do you know that?"

Mo Zeyan gave the boss a look of "You are not talking nonsense".

boss:"……"

"Do you have the computer and accessories I want here?"

Mo Zeyan said decisively: "If not, I'll go look elsewhere."

"There are some..."

The boss came out from behind the counter: "You wait, I'll get it for you."

After finding out the computer and accessories that Mo Zeyan wanted, the boss put his hands on these things: "How do you want to pay, kid?"

Mo Ze said: "Cash on delivery."

"What?" The boss picked out his ears, feeling that he didn't hear clearly.

"Package, call the same city express, I will pay you the express fee and half of the deposit first, and then pay on delivery, understand?"

Seeing the shocked expression on the boss's face, Mo Zeyan said clearly: "Or do you think I can handle such a heavy thing?"

Boss: "...No, then your parents..."

Mo Zeyan turned his face: "I see you still sell mobile phones here, but do you sell mobile phone cards? You need one each, and you can pay directly for this."

The boss shut up instantly, turned around and went to the mobile phone counter, and asked as he walked, "Then which mobile phone do you want? Let me tell you, I have the latest mobile phone here..."

"I want the cheapest one."

Mo Zeyan looked at the mobile phone inside the counter, and fixed his eyes on the most remote corner: "The elderly phone inside is not bad, let's just leave it at that."

boss:"……"

"No, kid, you..."

Mo Zeyan looked down at Song Nuo, and said again: "I need two mobile phones and two mobile phone cards. By the way, when I send the courier later, just write down one of the mobile phone numbers."

boss:"……"

Okay, the plan is so clear, it doesn't seem like it's just playing with people.

But this child is really good, which family raised it?

While holding the phone, the boss wanted to chat with Mo Zeyan, but Mo Zeyan looked down at the doll in his arms again, and was still talking to the doll...

"The mobile phone and the mobile phone card are bought for you."

Mo Zeyan reached out and touched Song Nuo's braid, and asked softly, "Do you like it?"

The boss felt a chill down his spine.

grass!What's the matter with this kid!

Seeing that Mo Zeyan looked up at him and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, the boss quickly lowered his head and moved faster, he was really crazy...

There is no more nonsense and nonsense, and the efficiency of shopping is much higher.

Not long after, Mo Zeyan came out with two elderly phones.

The courier phone number is the freshly released mobile phone number, and the courier address is the community courier station.

Mo Zeyan walked back with Song Nuo in his arms, handing a mobile phone to Song Nuo, thinking about something, his thoughts were drifting away, when he was pulled back by a small exclamation.

"What's wrong?" Mo Zeyan looked down at Song Nuo.

The eyes of the little doll in his arms were obviously pure black and made of plastic, but Mo Zeyan clearly saw novelty and excitement in them.

"Mobile phone..." Song Nuo tightly gripped the small old man's phone, regardless of whether passers-by noticed, whispered excitedly: "This is the first time I have touched a mobile phone!"

Mo Zeyan paused: "Have you never seen a mobile phone?"

"No." Song Nuo subconsciously replied subconsciously, immersed in the novelty and excitement, "Of course I've seen a mobile phone, but it's just the first time I've touched it."

Mo Zeyan hummed, his eyes twinkled.

"Yanyan, it's so kind of you to buy me a mobile phone."

After sighing, Song Nuo did not forget to thank Mo Zeyan: "He is a good boy."

The good boy smiled and said in a low voice: "Then if you are not in my sight, where are you going, remember to send a text message or call me, you know?"

"Ah, there should be very few times like that."

Song Nuo said without hesitation: "I have to follow you all the time...cough cough, I have to take care of you."

The moral value has not moved up to now, like a pool of stagnant water, he must always look at Mo Zeyan.

Even if there is no way to increase Mo Zeyan's moral value for the time being, at least it cannot be allowed to decrease.

Otherwise he will go crazy...

Song Nuo sighed sadly, and didn't notice Mo Zeyan's gradually narrowing eyes at all.

"That's good." Mo Zeyan stretched out his hand and patted Song Nuo's back with a cheerful voice: "Then follow me all the time."

Song Nuo shook his back, and felt the voice coming from the top of his head, like a python spitting out a letter, entwined into the bone...

Feeling inexplicably dangerous, hiss, so strange...

"Do you want to continue shopping?" Mo Zeyan asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Song Nuo came back to his senses: "Go for a stroll? But we've been out all morning, and if we don't go back again, if Fang Xiaopang..."

Mo Ze said: "I left a note, and he wished I didn't go back."

Sometimes Li Tong would give him a candy and ask him if Fang Junyuan did his homework well at home——

If he doesn't go back, Fang Junyuan has plenty of reasons to play, and when Li Tong gets home, he can use his absence as an excuse to find excuses for himself.

Song Nuo was still a little hesitant, of course he knew that Fang Xiaopang wouldn't care if Mo Zeyan went back or not, he was afraid that Mo Zeyan would go back late and Li Tong and his wife would have to find trouble again.

"You don't want to look outside?"

"Eh?"

Song Nuo couldn't help shaking his feet: "Why do you..."

Mo Zeyan said lightly: "Seeing that you seldom come out, every time you come out, you can't restrain your excitement. You kicked me a few times just now."

Song Nuo was a little shy: "I'm sorry..."

"Take it as the interest on the money you lent me." Mo Zeyan raised his eyebrows lightly: "I'll pay you back part of it first."

At this moment, Song Nuo was lifted up by Mo Zeyan, and Mo Zeyan was talking to him with his head down, so Song Nuo could see Mo Zeyan's expression clearly.

Fuck, this kid raised his eyebrows, it's too...too what...

Song Nuo was a little dumbfounded - he actually thought a child was handsome!

……

Mo Zeyan walked around with Song Nuo in his arms all afternoon, and went to KFC for lunch.

It was Song Nuo's strong request—it was just that he ate, and Song Nuo watched eagerly.

Then the two returned to the community before Li Tong and Fang Hongda got off work.

It was also a coincidence that the courier from the same city happened to arrive at the post station, and Mo Zeyan rushed over directly with Song Nuo in his arms.

After paying the money, took the courier, walked to the door, and then made Song Nuo invisible, dragging the courier package and following him, so as not to be seen by Fang Junyuan.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Fang Junyuan lying on the sofa watching TV.

As soon as Mo Zeyan came in, Fang Junyuan sat up and felt that he reacted too quickly and felt a little guilty, so he said in a choked voice, "What are you doing?"

"Go out and pick up junk."

Mo Zeyan didn't bother arguing with Fang Junyuan, so he just said something perfunctory - he had to open the door for Song Nuo.

Fang Junyuan healed his scar and forgot about the pain: "Don't you have a broken doll, do you still need to pick it up?"

Mo Zeyan paused.

Song Nuo, who was stealthily dragging the courier package, said: "..."

You're a piece of shit, your whole family is a piece of shit!

"Say it again." Mo Zeyan turned his head to look at Fang Junyuan: "Who are you talking about as a rag doll?"

Mo Ze's tone was not intense, and even the question was flat, but the way he looked over made Fang Junyuan's scalp tingle.

"you you……"

Seeing Mo Zeyan take a small step towards him, Fang Junyuan immediately blushed and shouted, "Mo Zeyan, I told my dad to beat you! Believe it or not!"

"Your father..."

Mo Zeyan's eyes moved slightly, as if thinking of something, he licked the corner of his lips, and suddenly laughed: "Then let him fight quickly, otherwise he might not have a chance..."