Every world I die young

Mo Yinglan's eyelids twitched, and the temperament around her immediately changed drastically.

Deng Zepan cautiously opened the door, and saw Mo Yinglan sitting on the sofa at a glance, looking decadent and indifferent.

Deng Zebao was taken aback, he walked lightly towards the sofa.

Before, he almost did something wrong when his brain got hot, and then he was stunned by Shangguan Ce's coercion. When he woke up again, he didn't know how long it had been. He arrived at the room he had specially packed for Mo Yingli.

Seeing the mess in the house at a glance, especially the soft big bed, Deng Zebao felt that it was extremely dazzling, but seeing Mo Yinglan ignoring people coldly, he felt both blocked and flustered, and his heart kept sinking. If you miss it, you must miss it.

He lowered his eyes and approached slowly, his eyes were full of struggling light, Mo Yinglan turned his head slowly to look at Deng Zepan, "What's wrong?"

Looking at his dull eyes, Deng Zebao couldn't help the redness of his eyes. If he hadn't lowered his head in time, he might have burst into tears on the spot.

Deng Zepan buried his head deeply, his voice choked with sobs: "Are you okay?"

Deng Zepan's heart was in a mess, he wanted to ask many things, but he couldn't say a word, and finally he just said with difficulty: "...I, why don't we go to grandpa."

Mo Yinglan just nodded numbly, "Okay."

Then he didn't say a word, just stood up silently and said that he could leave. With his appearance, Deng Zebao was really worried, but he didn't dare to say anything, for fear of hurting him.

Deng Zepan was full of entanglement and uneasiness, his eyes were full of worry, but he didn't speak all the time, and cleaned up silently.

However, the car was going very slowly this time, almost running at the lowest speed, and the car behind kept honking impatiently, but Deng Zebao didn't move at all, and the speed remained the same.

Through the rearview mirror, he saw that Mo Yinglan turned his head to look at the scenery outside the car window in a daze. Through the reflection of light from the mirror, Deng Zebao always felt that his side face looked more resolute and cold, unlike the big boy before. , grew up overnight.

But if, the price of growing up is being...

Deng Zepan only felt distressed. If this was the case, then he would rather Mo Yinglan would always be the arrogant and annoying guy in his memory. Even though he always loved and pissed him off, that kind of Mo Yinglan was full of life and vitality. Vitality.

Instead of being motionless like a sculpture like now, exuding a gloomy aura that repells everyone from approaching, it makes people feel distressed.

Seeing that Mo should not say a word all the way, Deng Zebao felt ruthless, and he couldn't let it go like this.

Deng Zebao said cautiously: "Xiao Zhu, do you want some water?"

"..."

Deng Zepan sighed in his heart, and continued to search for topics without giving up: "Well, don't drink, that's okay, are you hungry, do you want to eat something, I haven't eaten for almost a day...I, I don't care means..."

"No." Mo Yinglan raised his head, and through the rearview mirror, he could see that his eyes covered by broken hair were as calm as water, but the calmness was a little too much.

Mo Yinglan said lightly: "You don't have to worry about me, I'm fine, go back early, I want to see Grandpa, I need to find him."

Deng Zepan paused for a moment before saying, "Well, well, take a good rest."