Mo Shangjun had just finished the phone call with his uncle and Mo Linzhu when he heard the door lock being opened.
She followed the sound and looked towards the entrance.
Soon, I saw Yan Tianxing walking out of the entrance with a packed lunch in his hand.
"What to eat?"
Putting the phone away, Mo Shangyun asked.
Seeing her natural appearance, Yan Tianxing, who wanted to walk to the dining table without looking sideways, paused for a moment.
Finally, three words were squeezed out of the gap between the teeth, "See for yourself."
"… Oh."
Mo Shangjun glanced at him inexplicably.
Still out of breath
She, this poor bastard, didn't care about him anymore.
mean.
Thinking in his heart, Mo Shangjun picked up his cane, stood up from the sofa, and walked slowly to the dining table.
When Yan Tianxing opened the lunch box, Mo Shangjun pulled out a chair next to the dining table, and then sat down very rudely.
Yan Tianxing didn't care about her either, put out the dishes one by one, and then put the two meals in front of each other.
Mo Shangyun glanced at a few dishes.
Three dishes and one soup, both meat and vegetarian, are better than expected.
Picking up the disposable chopsticks, Mo Shangjun broke it apart with one hand, then glanced at Yan Tianxing on one side, and said, "Someone will pick me up tomorrow morning."
Yan Tianxing took the chopsticks for a while, and then asked, "Who?"
"My uncle."
Mo Shangyun replied casually.
Breaking the chopsticks apart, Yan Tianxing looked at her deeply, but did not speak.
However, after two minutes, Yan Tianxing's brows twitched again when he noticed Mo Shangyun, who only ate meat and didn't touch a single chopstick of vegetables.
"Aren't you not picky eaters?" Yan Tianxing asked in a deep voice.
With the fingers of his left hand on his chin, Mo Shangyun raised his brows slightly, with a bit of intentional anger at him, "I'm sorry, people who live delicately are more picky eaters."
Yan Tianxing had a sullen face, and put a chopstick of green beans into her bowl.
"Delicacy is not self-love, eat!" Yan Tianxing almost used the tone of command at work.
"I don't love myself?" Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes.
"People who love themselves don't eat cold steamed buns in winter." Yan Tianxing replied coldly.
Mentioning this, Yan Tianxing was angry again.
This woman, who has the capital to live a high life, has to toss herself to death.
I am afraid of trouble, and I am afraid to trouble others. I can only be decent in my work, and I can only live as a crippled in other aspects. Being able to live a healthy life at this age is already a special blessing from God.
I really don't care about her.
He picked up a string of green beans and put it in his mouth, and Mo Shangyun ate it with the same taste. After swallowing it, he suddenly asked the people around him, "Yan Tianxing, do you have faith?"
After a slight pause, Yan Tianxing didn't even raise his head, and answered decisively, "No."
Looking at him with interest, Mo Shangjun asked with a chuckle, "Aren't people who have no faith living a tired life?"
"It's easier than you are."
Lifting his eyelids, Yan Tianxing made no secret of his contempt while scolding her.
Mo Shangyun was choked by him, and he simply lost interest in discussing with him, and put another green bean in his mouth.
I have to say, the fried green beans are really unpalatable.
Mo Shangyun ate it one by one.
After she finished eating, not only did the rice get cold, but Yan Tianxing also put down the tableware.
Glancing at her, who had become dawdling to eat, Yan Tianxing made a sullen face, did not speak, and walked directly to the sofa.
He turned on the TV and watched military news.
Mo Shangjun continued to eat his own meals.
After several minutes, Mo Shangyun finally finished eating, wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, and then greeted Yan Tianxing: "Yan team, come and collect the garbage."
Yan Tianxing, who didn't want to watch the news at all, heard the voice and held back his anger and raised his head.
Of course, Mo Shangjun didn't even give him a chance to refute, he just picked up his crutches and dawdled towards this side.
Yan Tianxing glanced at her zongzi-like legs and forcibly endured it.
He got up, passed by Mo Shangyun, and went to clean up the dishes.
Mo Shangyun hooked his lips and smiled, sat down on the sofa, and took the remote control.
I wanted to change the channel, but a familiar face appeared in the military news, Mo Shangyun thought about it, and put down the remote control again.
uh, uncle...
Political commissar of a group army in the Beijing Military Region.
She doesn't keep in touch with these elders because they are… very busy, very busy.
When I was young, I could only see them during the Chinese New Year. When I grew up, it was normal to see them only once in two or three years.
Therefore, if something happens, I rarely think of them under normal circumstances.
although-
The relationship between their big family is indeed unimaginable and harmonious.
While pondering, a glass of water was suddenly handed over to him, Mo Shangyun regained his senses after realizing it, glanced at Yan Tianxing who was standing beside him, and took the water glass over.
After a third of the drink, she put the water glass on the coffee table.
Walking past her, Yan Tianxing sat down beside her.
For half an hour, there was no communication between the two.
Until Mo Shangyun's cell phone rang.
"mom."
Glancing at the phone screen, Mo Shangyun answered.
"What's up?"
Cen Nvxia, as always, went straight to the point without giving even a single word of nonsense.
"I want to ask where Dad is." Mo Shangjun answered truthfully.
"He's on a business trip, so he probably didn't bring his cell phone." Cen Yan said, "Why are you looking for him?"
Touching his nose, Mo Shangjun said solemnly: "Exchange the feelings between father and daughter."
"… "
Cen Yan was surprisingly unable to answer.
It is rare to make several calls to the elders throughout the year, and still have the idea of exchanging feelings
Fuck it!
"come on."
Cen Yan gave her a symbolic encouragement, and then hung up the phone.
Feeling that Cen Yan was very unwilling to exchange mother-daughter feelings with her at the moment, Mo Shangjun glanced at his phone speechlessly.
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