It turns out that I am a heartthrob who came out of the comics.

There was originally an interview after the shooting of the magazine, but because Qin Xuan's resident variety show recording could no longer be postponed, another time was set.

On the car back to the villa, Mo Tingbai received a photo from Percy.

"Stupid." He looked at the photo and raised his eyebrows and smiled, pressed save, and turned off the phone.

The car was speeding on the expressway, and the assistant Lin Zheng drove smoothly.He is usually used to driving by himself, but for some reason this time, after taking photos for a long time, he felt sore all over his body, shouted "drive steadily", then put on the blindfold and buried himself in the dark night under the silk cloth.

After squinting for less than half a minute, the phone in his pocket began to buzz pretentiously.

Without opening his eyes, he directly turned off the phone.

The opponent refused to give up and hit him five times in 2 minutes without interruption.

Mo Tingbai finally exhausted his patience, pulled off the blindfold, and a string of numbers appeared in his sight.

He didn't save the number, but he recognized the string of numbers at a glance.It's just that instead of picking up the phone, he dragged the familiar number with a cold face, preparing to add it to the blacklist.

The man seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and sent a text message first: [Siqiu has returned to China these days. 】

Mo Tingbai's already irritable heart was fueled. He opened the dialog box and typed a few words:

【It's none of my business】

Then delete it quickly.

【so what】

Delete again.

Repeated this several times, he still didn't reply a single word, and the other party sent another message: [The hospital just called to say that he had a small car accident]

He suddenly straightened up from the back of the seat. Lin Zheng, who was sitting in front, didn't dare to say a word, and silently turned down the sound of the pure sleep music on the radio.

【Don't tell me】

Don't hear Bai Ya's jaw move, and sent out these words.

But the other party didn't seem to see it, and then sent the hospital address and ward number.

He took a deep breath and called out "Lin Zheng", and Lin Zheng turned off the radio in a jerk.

"Go to the third hospital." Mo Tingbai said.

The Third Hospital is adjacent to the high-end villa area, where celebrities and rich people often come and go. It is no surprise that there are one or two star doctors and nurses, but in order to avoid unnecessary troubles, he still thought about it and asked Lin Zheng to pay the bills. After sitting in the hotel for half an hour, I finally went to the hospital covered tightly.

Mo Siqiu was born prematurely, and his body has been weak since he was a child. When he was a child, he bumped a little bit, and the whole family was afraid that something might go wrong, so they defaulted to letting him go.It also developed the bad habit of him taking his own body to pay attention.

Although the number of times is a bit wolfish, the whole family has to be tricked again and again.

Mo Tingbai had been separated from them for so long, yet he still couldn't escape being so dominated.

People are not seriously injured, but they are not moaning without illness.

I ran into someone's railing while riding a motorcycle. Fortunately, there was no civil dispute, but the person and the motorcycle couldn't fit together for at least a month.

After he went, Mo Siqiu, who was lying on the bed and playing games, immediately acted as if he had bumped into his face and acted as aggrieved. Mo Tingbai didn't respond, but he still went to the doctor to ask about his condition. Knowing that it was not serious, he ignored Mo Siqiu's whining.

Mo Wanqin's phone call came at 7 o'clock the next morning, it was almost nighttime in the United States, and it was also the time when Mo Wanqin usually got off work.

He really didn't want to delay even one minute of working time, Mo Tingbai sneered mockingly.

He ignored Mo Wanqin's stiff greetings at the beginning, and then asked Mo Siqiu about his injury. He heard impatiently: "If you really care, you can come and see it yourself. Or just keep an eye on it." Mo Siqiu, don't let him go back to the country every now and then."

Mo Siqiu is his half-brother. When Mo Tingbai was three years old, his father died of illness. When he was five years old, Mo Wanqin remarried and gave birth to Mo Siqiu the following year. Later, the focus of Mo Wanqin's research shifted to the United States. , when he was 13 years old, his family immigrated to the United States.

Did not take him.

At that time, he signed Mai Yu, and he spent more time with Li Duan than with his mother.

Most of the time in my memory was spent in the practice room, and the relationship with Mo Wanqin has long since faded in time.

Mo Wanqin seemed to be still driving, and the horn rang twice on the phone. Her voice was a little impatient after being urged: "You also know that my research work here is inseparable, and Siqiu is already 16 years old. How can I watch him 24 hours a day?"

Mo Wanqin's voice is not low due to the noise around her, but because of her innate calmness, she has a gentle and gentle temperament when transmitted to the microphone. Mo Tingbai leaned against the wall with her eyes closed, her right hand holding the phone The veins popped out, and the ice-skate-like voice was in stark contrast to the person on the other side: "When you are born, you have to raise them. I don't have the obligation to clean up the mess for you all the time."

Seemingly surprised by this sentence, Mo Wanqin paused for a few seconds before saying: "Xiaobai, how can you talk to your mother like this? You—"

Before she could finish speaking, Mo Tingbai interrupted: "If you don't want to listen to me, you don't have to call. I have already paid for the hospitalization, and I will also book the ticket for Mo Siqiu back to the United States. I won't take care of it any more, that's all."

Before Mo Wanqin could speak, Mo Tingbai hung up the phone directly. He slowly lost strength and crouched in the corner with his head buried in his arms surrounded by deep exhaustion. After a long time, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Mo Wanqin. Qin's phone was blocked, and she gave up before hitting the confirmation button.

He got up and opened the fire door, Si Nan stood with his head tilted and looked at him opposite the door.

"Mo Tingbai, are you sick too?" Sinan was wearing a blue hospital gown, but his face was rosy as if he had put on full makeup early in the morning, but Mo Tingbai still asked subconsciously: "Are you sick?" What's wrong?"

"I caught a cold." Sinan said, "But I'm completely fine now. How about you?"

Mo Tingbai put the phone away and said, and replied in one breath: "You have a cold and you will be hospitalized. Are you a body made of paper? It's not that I'm sick, I'll come and see someone."

"Is the person you came to see okay?" Sinan asked.

Just as Mo Tingbai was about to answer, he suddenly changed the subject and looked at him vigilantly: "What did you hear just now?"

"I didn't hear anything." Sinan blinked at him with innocent eyes.

These words didn't lie to him. After he vaguely heard Mo Tingbai's voice just now, Sinan consciously backed away from the range of the sound.

In addition to feeling that it is impolite to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, it is also because the other party is Mo Tingbai, who can hide in the stairs and make calls, so he must not want others to know.

Although just looking at Mo Tingbai's expression when he came out, one could guess that he must be in a terrible mood.

"Mo Tingbai, do you have something to do this morning?"

"What are you going to do again?" Mo Tingbai looked at Sinan's eyes, trying to see what he was thinking through them.

He used to think that Sinan was extremely introverted, and would only sing out all the words hidden in the lyrics. From a song, he could tell what kind of person Sinan was.

But then Sinan's sudden change made Mo Tingbai feel that there seemed to be another side in him, but this side was easier to understand.

Si Nan doesn't bother to lie, he will express all his thoughts boldly, whether you like it or not.

But in fact, it didn't matter much after hearing it. Anyway, Sinan already knew something about Mo Siqiu.

"If there's nothing else, let's practice singing for a while in advance. We'll be recording in the afternoon, right?" Sinan smiled at him through a big mask.

It's just some pads to be used in the concert, what songs need to be practiced, he refused without thinking: "No."

As he spoke, he lifted his foot and walked into the corridor.

"Then have you eaten yet?" Without waiting for his answer, Sinan immediately said, "Let's go eat!"

Mo Tingbai was not a regular eater at first, and coupled with his bad mood, his appetite became even worse. Just as he was about to refuse again, Sinan suddenly raised his phone to signal him not to speak, then pushed open the fire door and walked away went in.

Mo Tingbai: ...

What does it mean?Do you think he will definitely wait for him to come out?

He sneered and stepped towards the corridor, and then backed away after two steps.

No, he has to reject him in person!

Sinan walked into the corridor with his mobile phone and answered the phone: "Hello!"

He Shenjian on the other end of the phone seemed to heave a sigh of relief when he heard his voice: "Have you gone out? I've bought breakfast."

Ace also woke up at some point, lying on the phone and shouting, "Sinan, are you okay? Where are you? When I woke up, I found the bed was empty and thought you were kidnapped."

In the few minutes he came out, he even forgot that He Shenjian had already bought him breakfast.Sinan looked at the fire door, the door was closed tightly, he couldn't see the situation outside, and he couldn't even know whether Mo Tingbai was still there, but he just had a kind of confidence that Mo Tingbai would definitely be waiting for him at the same place.

"Sorry, let's eat first. I met Mo Tingbai just now. He doesn't seem to be in a good mood." Although he knew that Mo Tingbai wouldn't hear him, Sinan deliberately lowered his voice.

"Mo Tingbai..." He Shenjian pinched the hanging fingernails on his knuckles, and then forced a smile, although Sinan couldn't see it, "Okay. Don't forget the recording in the afternoon."

"Well, thank you." After hanging up the phone, Sinan walked out of the corridor, and Mo Tingbai was still there.

Leaning against the wall with two slender legs crossed, with one hand in the pocket of his trousers, he was dressed in a black casual suit that was cold and alienated, and was incompatible with everything in the white surroundings.

The moment Mo Tingbai saw Sinan coming out, Mo Tingbai's cold face that seemed to be freezing instantly became alive. He walked towards Sinan, and just about to say no, Sinan asked with a full face: "Eat?" What? I heard that there is a famous breakfast shop near this hospital."

As he said that, he took care of leading the way and walked forward.

Mo Tingbai swallowed the words again, and couldn't control his footsteps to follow.

It's not that he didn't want to refuse, but that he thought about it carefully. If some irrelevant things were interrupted again and again, it would seem a bit hypocritical to emphasize them again.

Isn't it just breakfast?

It's not that I haven't eaten.

Humph.

When the two reached the gate of the hospital, Sinan raised his head from the phone navigation and told him, "It's five kilometers away."

"You call five kilometers nearby?" Mo Tingbai laughed angrily.

"That's not the case—"

"I drove the car." Mo Tingbai said.

He had already given Lin Zheng a holiday, and the car was left at the hospital gate. The two walked to the front of the car, and Mo Tingbai opened the co-pilot's door. Sinan took advantage of the opportunity to get in, but Mo Tingbai pressed his shoulder Living.

"What about your big face? Do you think I will open the door for you?" Mo Tingbai felt that his pores were opening and closing due to Si Nan's anger early in the morning.

"Big face?" Sinan held his pretty little face, which was no bigger than a palm, and blinked, "Is it big?"

Mo Tingbai gritted his teeth: "...I can't communicate with you. You, go to the driver's seat." Throwing a bunch of car keys to Simon, "I haven't slept all night, I can't drive, don't you have a driver's license?"

"Oh, good." Sinan walked around the front of the car obediently, walked to the driver's seat and sat down, adjusted the seat, put both hands on the steering wheel in a decent manner, and looked at Mo Tingbai with a happy face, "accelerator Which one is it?"

The author has something to say: Mo Tingbai: Isn’t it just breakfast. (Isn't it just a step)

It's not that I haven't eaten. (It's not that I can't find it myself.)

snort. (whee.)

I wish you all a happy Tanabata.You can find someone you love, or, focus on loving yourself.

Give everyone a Tanabata red envelope~

Finally, it will be a clip tomorrow, so I will update it after 11pm, thank you everyone.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Houttuynia cordata;