After Mo Wuhang finished pouring the coffee, thinking about what was going to happen tonight, he couldn't help showing a bit of sneer and joy in his eyes. Just in case it was strange, he filled other cups with coffee.
"Fifth Brother?" Mo Silang finished his voice and went downstairs, seeing Mo Wuhang actually in the lobby, he smiled in surprise: "Why, could it be that the sun came out from the west today, and you got up so early?"
"Fourth brother." A trace of unease flashed across Mo Wuhang's face. Although he was righteous, he didn't want people to know that he had tampered with the coffee.
"Fourth brother, I have an event at school in the morning, and I have to go back to my room to get my hair done, so I won't talk to you for now."
Mo Silang looked at Mo Wuhang's leaving back, thoughtfully, then turned and went back upstairs.
Mrs. Liu has been busy in the kitchen for a long time. Seeing that the breakfast is almost ready, and it is almost time for Mo's breakfast, she directs everyone in the kitchen to serve soup and other meals to the dining table first.
Seeing two rows of already filled coffee on the dining table, Mrs. Liu was so angry that she raised her voice, "Huang Ya, Huang Ya! Where's Huang Ya?!"
"Sister Liu, I'm here, what's the matter?" Huang Ya ran out of the kitchen in a hurry, holding a rag tremblingly.
"Who asked you to pour the coffee? The coffee is almost cold!" Mrs. Liu picked up the coffee pot on the table, "You have only been here for a few days and you have made good decisions. Now you have to listen to me in everything you do, do you know that? !"
"Yes, I'm sorry! Sister Liu, I didn't pour it. It was the fifth young master who wanted to drink coffee. He also brought over this set of cups corresponding to the ranking of the young masters and ladies, and asked me to keep the coffee pot. I will... "
"Just shut up! The coffee is almost cold, and it must be too late to grind the coffee beans now. Take the coffee into the kitchen."
Mrs. Liu glanced at Huang Ya, ignored him at all, walked over and poured out the cup of coffee that the fifth young master might have drunk, and asked the servants to quickly take the other untouched coffee back to the kitchen and pour it into the special brewed coffee. A small pot of coffee is heated.
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When Modi went downstairs, except for Mo Erqian, Mo Sanzhi, who was not in China, and Mo Wuhang, who was always the latest, everyone else was there.
"Look at what you look like! What are you dawdling about?!"
When Mo Shihong saw this son whom he hated so much from birth, he became very angry.
"Okay, okay, Shihong, don't be angry, your noise almost scared our daughter." Ruan Qingdan gave him a reproachful look, and gave Mo Liugui a spoonful of light cod tofu soup, "Good girl, Try this."
"Thank you, Mom." Mo Liugui's eyes were slightly bent, and she picked up a piece of chicken breast for Ruan Qingdan, and a little whitebait with chopsticks for Mo Shihong, "Dad, let's eat, don't talk about Xiaodi."
"It's still Dad's baby girl who is the most caring, unlike some unconscionable things that you don't know how to raise."
"Okay." Mr. Mo, who was sitting in the main seat without speaking, coughed suddenly, and glanced at Mo first: "The most important thing when you go back to school today is to publicly apologize to Xiaogui, you know?"
"I know." Mo Di lowered his head slightly.
"Well, don't play other tricks. If you don't apologize, or if you don't apologize well, don't come back. Our Mo family can't afford a white-eyed wolf who plots against our loved ones."
Modi lowered his head and sat on the seat cautiously, the coffee in his hand exuded a tempting aroma.
Mo Wuhang hurried down the stairs in the corner of the hall, his hair was combed carefully with hairspray, and he smiled brightly: "I'm late again, have you eaten?"
"Come here, come here." The second aunt proudly looked at his handsome and tall son, saw that he had some dark circles, and said with concern: "Xiaohang, have you been too tired lately, I think your complexion is not very good. "
"No, Mom, I'm fine."
"Fifth brother, you have dark circles!" Mo Liugui smiled coquettishly beside her, "Like a panda."
"Even Xiaogui made fun of me, I'm ashamed to see people!" Mo Wuhang wailed.
"Oh, fifth brother, don't be sad. I have a lot of eye cream for dark circles that I stocked up on when I went abroad. I'll get you one later. I promise it will work well."
"Oh, that's so kind, thank you Xiaogui, she really deserves to be Fifth Brother's most beloved sister! Fifth Brother won't be willing to use it when he gets it."
"Hahahahaha..." Everyone at the table laughed.
Feeling the harmonious, warm and family-friendly atmosphere of the Mo family, Mo Di twitched the corners of his lips and smiled faintly.
After breakfast, there is a special car to take the grandchildren of the Mo family to school, and it is naturally impossible for Mo Di to be in the same car with Mo Liugui.
Seeing that Mo Di not only brought a schoolbag, but also a big backpack, the driver frowned: "Young master, what are you doing with so many things?"
"For an apology." Mo Di whispered.
The driver stopped talking and stepped on the accelerator. He didn't like this unfavored and annoying young master at all, especially knowing that this young master dared to complain about the kind and intelligent young lady, and he hated it from the bottom of his heart.
But now this little young master still knows how to apologize properly, and has made a lot of preparations. It seems that he can be saved a bit, and he hasn't completely turned into a black heart, a rotten liver, a wolf, and a dog lung.
The news that Modi was going back to school had already been passed on to Zhu Wenze by Mo Wuhang. At this time, all the students in Modi's class also learned the news.
"He actually has the nerve to come back to school?!"
A boy with a flat head raised his foot and kicked a certain desk that was disgustingly disgusted by dirty water, paint, chewing gum and other things, and yelled: "How shameless!"
"I'll add something to the desk of this shameless thing." A boy with slightly long bangs next to him sneered, and spit on the already filthy desk.
"what!"
A girl next to her hurriedly stepped back, raising her brows, "Du Zhi, be careful, you almost spat on me!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mei Ran, you should lean to the side."
The girl with long ponytail next to Wang Meiran gave Du Zhi a white look: "Liu Gui will be back in a while, she is so generous and cares about Modi, she will definitely be unhappy seeing what you have done."
"It's okay. Modi's desk is at the back. Once we block her, she won't be able to see it. And we have a way to keep Modi from speaking. You girls, don't worry, don't worry."
"Yes, it doesn't matter." Zhu Wenze said, walked to the student cabinet at the back of the classroom, found Modi's cabinet, pulled off the tattered lock, threw it into the trash can, and put a black The plastic bag was stuffed in, and inside was a dead cat without its head.
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When Zhu Wenze finished all the little tricks, Mo Di finally stepped into the school gate.
But for a moment, he felt as if he was being sieved by the sights from all directions, except for a very few eyes that were novelty, most of the others were full of disgust, shame, contempt, and anger, and the strong malice could not be ignored at all.
Mo Di kept his eyes closed and said nothing, carrying his bag and walking towards the intersection of several roads, with one hand in his pocket, as if he was holding his mobile phone.
Some people saw Modi on the road, some of them passed the news quickly, and some directly confronted Modi.
"Hey, isn't this the most shameless and scheming Modi in our school? He actually went back to school." A strong and tall boy came over and slammed his arm at Modi, knocking Modi back three times. step.
A few people beside him laughed and said, "Zhao Guochen, what you said is wrong, Mo Di is obviously the cheapest and the most supercilious, right?!"
"Also, he's the most playful and the most moral kidnapper!" A hygiene boy flicked the mop, and the dirty water on the mop immediately threw Mo Yi's face, and said with a sarcasm: "Oh, I'm sorry, sorry, you You shouldn’t be allergic to dirty water, you won’t die.”
There was a sudden burst of strange laughter around.
Mo Di stood where he was and wiped the dirty water and mud on his face. The strands of hair that had been made by the dirty mud sank slightly, and a few more drops of dirty water dripped down and stuck to his face.
He raised his eyelids and glanced at these people, including the gloating people around who were watching jokes.
"Why, what are you looking at!"
It was the first time that Zhao Guochen saw the person in front of him still have such a blank and indifferent look in his eyes, and his heart jumped subconsciously, but then he became even more annoyed, and directly punched Modi on the shoulder, "Why, want to fight?!"
Modi was thrown into a stagger, and the heavy backpack made him crooked, but before he could stand still, his thigh was kicked hard by a foot that protruded from behind, and he fell to the ground, his forehead and white The flower beds of the two slammed into each other, and for a moment it hurt as if a hammer was hitting his head!
"Damn, dare to discredit and plot against my goddess?! What are you!"
The person who kicked Modi from behind didn't give Modi a chance to breathe, and kicked him again, "You're so fucking embarrassed to come back, why don't you die like a piece of trash!"
"Ah—" Modi cried out in pain, and raised his hand to feel some warm and sticky liquid on his forehead.
"Zong Daokang?" Zhao Guochen stared at the boy who kicked Mo Di fiercely, and said in a daze, "Why are you kicking him here? What if the goddess sees you later?!"
"The goddess has returned to the classroom, okay? Do you think everyone is as ill-informed as you?!" Zhong Daokang knelt down, grabbed Modi's hair, and yanked it, revealing Modi's dirty and stained hair. With a little blood on his face, "Do you know what's wrong?!"
"I..." Mo Di couldn't breathe from the pain, his already fair skin was almost pale to transparent, "My sister won't forgive you..."
"What did you say?!" Chong Daokang didn't expect that Modi would dare to threaten him, and suddenly became furious, grabbed Modi's hair and smashed his head on the flower bed!
"You tell me again?! How dare you threaten me, you shameless person, and want to go to Liu Gui to sue me?! Why are you so fucking shameless!!!"
"Ah!!!" Modi's head was slammed on the flower bed, and his eyes went dark, his brain was like tofu smashed on the ground, the pain made him almost tremble, he clenched his fists tightly, and held back Immediately crippling Zhong Daokang, Zhao Guochen and others' hands and feet, he looked at Zhong Daokang with eyes that couldn't be opened: "You...you are breaking the law!"
"Hey - I broke the law?! I'm doing justice for the heavens!"
Chong Daokang kicked Mo Di's head hard again.
"All right, all right, don't beat anyone to death." At this time, several people came over, one of the boys pretended to accidentally step on Mo Di, and several girls pouted at Mo Di contemptuously mouth, "It's disgusting, cowardly and bad, I heard he even scolded senior Zhu Wenze."
Chong Daokang didn't like Zhu Wenze, who was one of his strong rivals in love, and he only said angrily, "It's a pity that the goddess is too kind, maybe he won't be blamed for being killed like this!"
"That's true." A boy next to him spun a basketball in his hand, "Why do you think he's not allergic to death?" He grinned again, trying to imitate Dao Kang and kick Modi.
But suddenly, an angry shout sounded, interrupting his movements.
"What are you doing?! What are those people doing in the eastern flower bed?!"
"Damn! Someone is coming, let's go!"
Chong Daokang and the others were startled and ran away immediately, and the dozen or so people around who were watching the excitement and taking pictures also dispersed in an instant.
Modi let go of his clenched hands, and lay on the ground, panting heavily as if he was alive after a catastrophe.
He tried his best to move his eyelids covered with dirty water and blood, hiding the ruthlessness and sneer that flashed across his eyes.
He won the bet.
The two security guards hung up their phones in a hurry, and rushed over to help Mo Di.
"Student, are you okay, are you going to the hospital?"
"Principal Huang, I don't think you need to ask about this kind of thing, do you?" In the school monitoring room, a tall, handsome man with a cold expression looked at the middle-aged man next to him.
"Yes... yes, it is true that an ambulance should be called directly."
The middle-aged man hurriedly responded embarrassingly, but he was annoyed in his heart that those few stunned students actually caused trouble at this time, and he was also annoyed that this so-called high-tech monitoring program was malfunctioning, and nearly half of the hundreds of screens were all gone. It was cut in the troubled flower bed, and I couldn't ignore it!
"Director Mu, this is really an accident. There is absolutely no such thing in our school on weekdays. Our Xia Jia's school spirit is very good, and almost all the students who graduated before have become elites in all walks of life. Today's incident, There must be a reason, we would... ”
"Principal Huang, I think it's better to go and see that boy at this time. As for the reason for this school violence, I don't particularly want to know right now."
Mu Tianheng's eyes were slightly cold, he interrupted the chattering principal Huang, turned around and walked out with big strides, and Ryders next to him hurriedly followed.
Principal Huang wiped his sweat again and again, wanted to follow but almost didn't dare to follow, this Director Mu Tian Heng Mu always had a gentle voice and a smile, and he was humorous without pretensions, making people feel like a spring breeze. The aura is so unbelievable that people dare not approach!
He rubbed his sweaty hands, feeling that this investment must not be disturbed because of this, so he trotted after him.
Modi dragged the security guard for a few minutes, and when he opened his eyelids that he could barely lift, he finally saw the tall man striding towards the light, and the deepest string in his heart twitched slightly.
"Little classmate, how are you doing?" Mu Tianheng walked up to Modi and squatted down slightly.
"I..." Modi's eyes were full of Mu Tianheng, his voice was too hoarse to speak, "I have a headache..."
"Can you stand up?"
Mu Tianheng frowned as he looked at the young man whose body was covered with dirty cement and soil and whose face was also bruised from the beating. He had already recognized that this little boy was the little guy he caught a glimpse of on Chunjing Road before. At that time, the young man who looked like a charming and light ink painting was bullied and beaten so badly, and his whole body was dirty, it was really uncomfortable.
When Modi heard this, he tried to stand up, but his head hurt and his body tilted.
"Forget it, I'll take you to the car." Seeing this, Mu Tianheng simply stretched out his long arms, hugged Modi, and glanced at Principal Huang who was running behind him in a hurry: "Take this child to the hospital first."