From Sidekick to Bigshot

Chapter 179: Send midnight snacks

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"Okay, okay." The dean had nothing to say to Jian Yiling, "Then work hard!"

It is no longer convenient to say more words.

The dean didn't want to waste any more time on Jian Yiling.

When the results are announced, he can just ignore this person automatically. If he has this time, he should pay more attention to the seed players in his school, the top students in the key class of senior high school. They are the most promising in this chemistry competition. Among the award-winning ones.

The dean came and left. Although he didn't say a few words, he made it clear that he didn't want to see Jian Yiling's behavior.

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Since Mo Shiyun signed up for the chemistry competition, she has been focusing on solving the questions.

Mo Shiyun planned to finish the question book that was handed out by the grade leader to help the registered students prepare for the exam before the exam.

This has added an extra burden to Mo Shiyun, who is in her third year of high school.

She had to study until one o'clock in the morning every day, and she looked haggard.

Sister-in-law Mo saw Mo Shiyun's hard work and felt pain in her heart.

But apart from making midnight snacks for her daughter, she couldn't do anything to help her.

After Mrs. Mo brought Mo Shiyun a midnight snack, she got an extra one.

"Shiyun, can you take this to the third young master?"

Recently, the eldest young master has taken the third young master with him personally, and the third young master's surgery has also been put on the schedule, resulting in less time for the third young master to have contact with her daughter.

Aunt Mo was afraid that the relationship between the two children would fade over time, so she specially cooked a midnight snack and asked Mo Shiyun to take it to Jian Yunnao herself.

Mo Shiyun looked at the midnight snack prepared by her mother and hesitated.

The relationship between her and Jian Yunao has indeed weakened recently, and he did not reply to the messages she sent him.

At first, Mo Shiyun suspected that the gift she gave last time might have been discovered.

However, the husband, wife and the eldest young master did not do anything to her mother, so Mo Shiyun gradually felt relieved.

If they were really discovered, it would be impossible for the husband, wife, and young master not to express their stance.

So Mo Shiyun can only understand that Jian Yunnao has been busy recently.

After Mo Shiyun hesitated for a while, she picked up the chicken soup wontons prepared by her mother and walked to the main house of the villa.

Mo Shiyun and her mother lived in a small house next to the Jian family's villa. Although it was a small house, it was much better than the house where the mother and daughter lived before.

Arriving at the main house, Mo Shiyun tried to open the door.

The main house door has a fingerprint lock.

Mo Shiyun's fingerprints were originally recorded, but today the door lock prompted that her fingerprints were incorrect.

Mo Shiyun was stunned.

Could it be that when the home security system was updated and upgraded recently, the fingerprints were recorded

Mo Shiyun put aside her midnight snack and sent a message to Jian Yunao.

[See the light in your room is still on. Are you still awake? My mother made a midnight snack, which is your favorite chicken soup wontons. Can I bring it to you?]

After the message was sent, time passed by minute by minute.

About five minutes later, Mo Shiyun received a reply from Jian Yunnao:

[No]

Three simple words clearly rejected Mo Shiyun's request.

When Mo Shiyun saw these three words, she felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.

After lingering at the door for a while, Mo Shiyun returned to her and her mother's cabin with a midnight snack.

Aunt Mo saw Mo Shiyun taking the midnight snack back intact: "What happened to Shiyun? Is the third young master already asleep?"

"No, he has already eaten. Aunt An made him a midnight snack." Mo Shiyun lied. She didn't want her mother to think too much.

"That's it, let's do it next time." Mrs. Mo felt a little regretful.