What do you want to do

Zeno turned into a fake otaku.

Feng Mo wants to go home to accompany his parents. After all, he can't keep seeing each other. He can only do three points and one line.

Go to the small company when I have nothing to do in the morning, go home in the afternoon to see my mother and younger siblings, and go back to the small apartment to make love with Zeno in the evening.

"Your mother, who runs around every day, doesn't talk about you?" Zeno looked down at the recipe in his hand in the kitchen, turning over the pancake with the spatula in his hand.

Feng Mo stretched his waist, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, and went to the kitchen to have a look, "Why doesn't she say that, she keeps talking about my disobedience, and forgets my mother when I have a wife." With a wry smile, he thought When eating at noon, his mother's face gave her a headache.

Zeno pursed his lips, took out the bread, put it on the cutting board and cut it into a cross shape with a knife.

"What's delicious?" Feng Mo looked at the bread on the plate, reached out and broke off a piece, chewed it in his mouth, raised his eyebrows, "Not bad, what's it called?"

"No name, just looking at the recipe and improving it." Lifting his chin, he motioned for Feng Mo to take out the plate, and he cooked two side dishes casually.

"Go serve the porridge, I want some thinner." Zeno sat on the chair, not wanting to move.

Feng Mo obediently served the porridge and took the chopsticks, and the two of them sat facing each other for dinner.

"Come home with me tomorrow. My company will also be on holiday in a few days, so we're going to renovate the new house and buy some furniture." Feng Mo bit into the soft bread with fillings, his mouth full of aroma.

"To your house? No, I'm fine here." Zeno's first reaction was to shake his head and refuse.

"Why don't you go?" Feng Mo stared, unhappy.

"I was nervous when I saw your mother. If I don't want to go, I just don't want to go." Zeno took a sip of porridge, glanced at the phone, pushed it to Feng Mo, "Look."

Feng Mo took it over and took a look. They were all text messages from Qi Bin, and the contents were basically the same, all of which were to persuade him to go home.

"Your brother is just a shit-stirring stick. He messes around when he has nothing to do. Why go back? I want to be kicked out by your mother again." With a movement of his fingers, he returned the phone to Zeno after deleting the text messages.

Qino sniffed, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, stirred the porridge in the bowl with chopsticks, nodded and said in a low voice: "I told my brother not to go back, anyway my parents don't want to see me. "

Feng Mo didn't talk, the two of them put on their coats and went downstairs to take a walk after eating.

"Brother Nuonuo!" As soon as the two of them went downstairs, Zeno heard Lingling's voice. At first he thought it was an auditory hallucination, but then he felt his legs being hugged. Looking down, Feng Ling was holding a pair of The son with braided horns smiled and looked up at him.

"Lingling? Why are you here?" Quickly bent over to pick up the little princess, Zi Nuo turned to look at Feng Mo in surprise, "You know Lingling is coming?"

Feng Mo shrugged, raised his hand to pinch Lingling's face.

"My mother asked me where I was just now, so I sent her the address. I didn't expect to run over with Lingling and the others." Turning around, I saw Feng Ze running from the side of the car, raising his eyebrows, "Smelly The kid runs pretty fast."

"Brother Nuonuo, brother." The little handsome guy greeted Zeno first, then looked at Feng Mo, pointed in the direction of the car and grinned, "Mom told you to go home together."

Zeno was dumbfounded, no matter what the situation, Mother Feng also joined in the fun.

It was too cold to stand here, and the two walked to the car with the two little guys, and Zeno was on the same hands and feet.

"Auntie..." Sitting in the car and hugging Feng Ling, Zi Nuo greeted Feng's mother sitting in the passenger seat.

"Xiao Mo told me about your family. It's not like that for him to run back and forth every day. You can go home and live with me." Mother Feng didn't want to see Feng Mo and Qinuo love each other at home. , But I always panic when I don’t see my son.

Relatively speaking, I was a little uncomfortable, and I didn't feel strongly about wanting my son to accompany me, so I decided to let the two of them come back to live with them.

Zi Nuo opened his mouth, lowered his head to look at Lingling in his arms, and grinned dryly, "Auntie, I don't want to reject you, but... I always feel that if my parents find out about going to live with you now, it might be It's even harder to solve." Although he doesn't care what others think of his relationship with Feng Mo, he can't irritate his parents anymore.

After hearing this, Mother Feng nodded slightly, thinking that Zeno was quite sensible.It is estimated that if Zeno just nodded and agreed, Mother Feng's attitude would have changed.

"The matter with your parents will be resolved in a few days. Now go home with me. Seeing that the Chinese New Year is about to come, I really want to throw you out alone. Let Xiaomo talk to you after the third year of junior high school." Let's go home and meet your parents."

Feng Mo was overjoyed when he heard his mother say this.

"Mom, that's what you said, let me go back with Nuonuo to meet his parents, don't you disagree then."

Mother Feng rolled her eyes at him, took out her mobile phone to call Father Feng, and told her husband to make him mentally prepared.

Father Feng had never met Zeno, and although he was shocked and angry when Feng Mo told him about his sexual orientation that day, he was sensible.

For him, the elder son was not something he could control, and his temper didn't follow the two of them at all.He would get angry at anyone who dared to say anything about his temper, exactly the same as Grandpa Feng.

When the car returned home, Lingling in Zeno's arms had already fallen asleep, and Zeze was also dozing off on Feng Mo's shoulder, and the two of them got out of the car and walked back.

"Is it heavy?" Mother Feng walked beside Qino, looking at his slender arms and legs, she always felt that it would be unsafe to hold her daughter.

"It's okay, Auntie looks thin but she's very strong." Zi Nuo looked at Feng's mother with a smile, shaking his arms to show that he was very stable.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw Father Feng sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a stern face, as if someone owed him money or he would not come back.

Zeno tensed his body instantly, and walked in stiffly.

"You still know how to come back!" Feng's father stared, he hadn't seen Feng Mo for several days, and he was angry.

"Dad, stop yelling here, be careful to wake up the two little guys and my mother will scold you." Feng Mo walked in with Zeze in his arms, and motioned for the nanny to come and take the two kids away to sleep.

After handing Lingling to the nanny, Zeno stood by the door, not daring to go inside.

Feng Mo stretched out his hand and took his arm and led him over to sit on the sofa, sitting face to face with Father Feng.

"Uncle..." Zeno was nervous and greeted him.

Father Feng looked at him with a cold face, and nodded seriously in response to Qino's words.