I cry so hard!

The old lady of the Mo family lives in the old house. The old lady is not feeling well recently. She is not used to the new nurses and helpers. But in the old house there is only one aunt who has been with the Mo family for a long time. I was too busy, so I had to ask Aunt Chen to go back to the old house to help.

Aunt Chen didn't know when she would be able to come back. Mo Ruanmiao was not familiar with the other helpers in the family. On weekdays, he only talked to Aunt Chen to pass the time. Now that Aunt Chen left, Mo Ruanmiao was the most unaccustomed to it.

Especially in the past two days, Mo Chutian happened to be discussing a merger and acquisition case, and he often came back in the middle of the night. As a result, Mo Ruanmiao was the only one in the huge villa, and Mo Ruanmiao was not used to it.

Tonight, after the cook finished dinner, after Mo Ruanmiao finished eating, she packed up everything and left as usual, so Mo Ruanmiao was left alone at home.

Mo Ruanmiao sat in the living room with a pillow in his arms and watched TV. On the table was the soy milk box that the cook made in the afternoon. He lost his appetite after two bites. The programs on the TV were not very good. He played with his mobile phone again. And there's nothing fun about it.

When Mo Ruanmiao was bored, his cell phone rang suddenly. He picked up the cell phone and saw that it was Aunt Chen's call. He was pleasantly surprised and quickly connected the phone.

"Auntie." Mo Ruanmiao shouted happily.

Aunt Chen giggled and said, "What is Miaomiao doing?"

"Watching TV," Mo Ruanmiao said, "What is Auntie doing?"

"I'm calling you," Aunt Chen joked, "I heard that Miaomiao misses me."

Mo Ruanmiao was very embarrassed. He had never told anyone about this. He didn't think that Auntie had the ability to read minds. Someone must have told Auntie.

When Aunt Chen heard that Mo Ruanmiao didn't speak, she knew that he must be struggling on the other end of the phone. She laughed and explained: "Your brother Chutian told me."

Just knew, Mo Ruanmiao curled her lips, "Why did brother tell you this?"

This is what Mo Chutian intentionally mentioned when Aunt Chen talked to Mo Chutian on the phone yesterday. Thinking of yesterday's call, she felt that Mo Chutian was a pretty good brother, "Chutian saw that you missed me, and you yourself If you don’t dare to ask me when I’m going back, I’ll just ask him to help you.”

The corners of Mo Ruanmiao's mouth raised, two pear dimples floated on his cheeks, his beautiful eyes curled up, and he followed Aunt Chen's words, "When will Auntie come back?"

"I don't know yet," Aunt Chen replied, "The old lady's health is not very good recently, I have to take care of her, and it may take some time before she can return to Chutian's place."

The conversation went on for a long time, and at the end, Mo Ruanmiao suddenly realized that he had been here for almost a month, but there was no contact information for Mo Chutian, so it was impossible for him to take care of Mo Chutian directly, so He wanted to start with Aunt Chen, but when asked to speak directly, he hesitated again.

Aunt Chen joked that he was going to say something embarrassing, Mo Ruanmiao quickly denied it, he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't have my brother's contact information yet, can auntie tell me?"

Aunt Chen was very surprised. It had been so long and she didn't even have a contact method. Aunt Chen didn't ask much, and gave Mo Ruanmiao Mo Chutian's number after hanging up the phone.

Mo Ruanmiao lay back on the sofa and looked at the number on the screen. He tapped the screen a few times to save him, and then noted the word "Brother".

For some reason, Mo Ruanmiao suddenly laughed, then turned over and buried her face in the pillow on the sofa.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, a black car drove into the yard, and then two young men got off, and the two entered the villa one after the other.

Mo Chutian turned his head to talk to Song Jian, the two walked into the hall but heard the sound of the program being played, Mo Chutian stopped in his tracks, and looked into the living room, he saw a pair of fair ankles on the sofa, He tilted his head and said to Song Jian, "Go to the study and wait for me first."

"What's the matter?" Song Jian followed his line of sight and saw the scene there, he was a little surprised, and asked, "Is that Mo Ruanmiao?"

"En." Mo Chutian nodded, his voice was much quieter than before.

After finishing speaking, Mo Chutian went to the living room. Song Jian stood there and watched all this silently. He was naturally surprised. It's only been a month, and Mo Ruanmiao seems to have regarded this place as his own home. Of course, he can Letting Mo Ruanmiao develop this habit must be inseparable from the master Mo Chutian.

When Mo Chutian approached, he found that Mo Ruanmiao had fallen asleep without a blanket. He was lying on his side on the sofa like this, his soft hair was spread on the beige pillow, and his large T-shirt was rolled up due to his movements. It went up a lot, revealing a white and thin waist.

He moved his eyes away, then knelt down and reached out to push Mo Ruanmiao, "Mo Ruanmiao, get up first."

One of the reasons why Mo Ruanmiao had a fever last time was that she caught a cold after sleeping in the living room with the air conditioner on all afternoon. This time, she didn't even cover her with a blanket. Mo Chutian was really afraid that Mo Ruanmiao would get sick again, which would be too troublesome.

Mo Chutian's movements were very light but big. Mo Ruanmiao didn't sleep deeply at first, and woke up within 2 minutes. When he first woke up, he was still not conscious, and he was most likely to show the most subconscious state. He rubbed eyes, raised his eyelids and saw Mo Chutian's face close in front of him.

"When you wake up, go back to your room and sleep." Mo Chutian frowned and said, while speaking, he subconsciously touched Mo Ruanmiao's arm, it was really cold.

However, before Mo Chutian could say a word or move, the shirt on his body was grabbed by Mo Ruanmiao. Mo Ruanmiao yawned a little, his eyes were dazed, but his expression was very Looking dependent, he whispered, "Brother."

Mo Chutian's heart tightened inexplicably. He stood up suddenly and looked down at Mo Ruanmiao. At this time, Mo Ruanmiao was completely awake from the fright of Mo Chutian's big action. He sat up on the sofa and shrugged his shoulders. Everything just now seemed to be an illusion of Mo Chutian, he looked up like the most ordinary brothers, he was a little afraid but called out "Brother" politely.

Song Jian didn't know when she went upstairs, and there were only the two of them on the first floor.

Seeing that he seemed to have frightened people just now, Mo Chutian coughed uncomfortably, and said, "I'm going to catch a cold while sleeping in the living room. If you're sleepy, go back to your room to sleep."

Mo Ruanmiao stared at him for two seconds, and she became happy, as if she was no longer afraid of Mo Chutian, he grabbed Mo Chutian's cuff and said with a smile: "Brother, you are so kind."

very nice?Mo Chutian was stunned for a moment, Mo Ruanmiao was praising him?His face changed several times, sometimes he really wanted to see what was going on in Mo Ruanmiao's mind.

He avoided this topic, turned his head and said: "I still have some business to deal with, you go to bed first." After a while, his tone became a little unnatural, and he said: "Good night."

It is really difficult to say the last two words, but it scared people before, so it is not an exaggeration to say a good word now.

After finishing speaking, Mo Chutian turned around and left, Mo Ruanmiao stared at Mo Chutian's back and smiled quietly.

After being woken up, Mo Ruanmiao couldn't sleep for a while. He remembered that he hadn't taken the medicine today, so he went back to the room and drank the medicine.

Mo Ruanmiao walked to the terrace after drinking the medicine. He propped his chin to look at the scenery outside, and then raised his hand to touch his heart. I don't know if it's because of the fever last time. Recently, his heart has become more and more depressed. , the time is getting longer and longer, and sometimes there will be dense pain.

Mo Ruanmiao stayed on the terrace for more than 20 minutes. The summer night was sultry, which also reminded Mo Ruanmiao of one thing. He had nothing to do at home in the afternoon, so he asked the cook to teach him how to make syrup, because he was a beginner. So I can't learn too difficult. In the afternoon, I only made a water chestnut, white fungus and papaya syrup. He originally made it for Mo Chutian, but he forgot it when he fell asleep at night.

Thinking of this, Mo Ruanmiao was about to go downstairs, but when she opened the door, she met Song Jian face to face.

Mo Ruanmiao still remembered Song Jian, but didn't know his name. He was always well behaved in front of others, and he is still the same now, "Mr. Song, good evening."

"Hello." Song Jian said with a smile. His smile always had a sense of alienation, but it made people feel convincing.

The two were not familiar with each other, so naturally they had nothing to say, they just exchanged a little bit and Song Jianjian left.

In the afternoon, there were a lot of servings, and Mo Ruanmiao asked the cook to take away some, leaving only two servings. Mo Ruanmiao put the syrup in a porcelain bowl, and then happily walked upstairs with the bowl.

Mo Ruanmiao guessed that Mo Chutian should be in the study, he knocked on the door, and Mo Chutian's voice came from inside, "Come in."

Mo Chutian was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to the door and was making a phone call. He was only wearing a white shirt, the cuffs of which were rolled up, revealing a section of his strong forearm, "Mom, you don't have to come here every day to remind you. At my age, I would naturally consider marriage."

After finishing the call, he rubbed the bridge of his nose with a headache, "Song Jian, you..." He turned around and saw Mo Ruanmiao standing in front of the door. .” He thought Song Jian would have something to do when he came back.

Seeing that he was on the phone, Mo Ruanmiao didn't come forward. He didn't intend to listen to Mo Chutian's call, but the other party didn't deliberately lower his voice, and the study room was only so big, so he could clearly hear what the other party said. Chu.

"Mr. Song is back," Mo Ruanmiao walked towards him, raising the porcelain bowl in his hand, "This is the syrup I learned from my aunt this afternoon, brother, try it."

Mo Chutian looked at Mo Ruanmiao in surprise.

Mo Ruanmiao had already put the porcelain bowl on the table, and looked at Mo Chutian with sparkling eyes.

Sitting next to Mo Ruanmiao, Mo Chutian stared at the bowl of horseshoe tremella and papaya juice for a long time. After a while, he suddenly cast his gaze on Mo Ruanmiao. clock, his face turned red.

In the end, Mo Chutian didn't say a word in the end, but he drank the sugar water and said thank you at the end.

At night, Mo Chutian was lying on the bed and reading emails, his mind became erratic, he felt that Mo Ruanmiao was a fool, obviously he didn't treat him very well, but the other party cared about him very much, as if he really He is treating himself as an older brother.

Mo Ruanmiao was already asleep at this point, but the phone on the bedside table turned on in the middle of the night, 【Come out and meet Dad, okay? 】