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After struggling with himself for a while, Xiao Mo suddenly felt that it was not so difficult to understand why Xiao Mo committed suicide.
Because now he finally came to his senses—these two sons who looked like fairies outside were neither his nor Xiao Mo's.
…That's right? In which family with a harmonious father-son relationship can the father commit suicide by taking pills and the son still go to school with peace of mind, and the mother actually skips classes? Judging from the tone and content of the conversation between these two naughty children and him, the relationship between Xiao Mo and his son is probably not as harmonious as it is written on TV and in newspapers.
Otherwise, why do they say that every family has its own problems?
No matter how awesome a man is, he is still made of flesh and blood. If he is made of flesh and blood, he should have feelings. It is impossible for the dead Xiao Mo to have no feelings for the two children in front of him—it may even be that the bad relationship with his son is one of the reasons why he chose to commit suicide.
But how can children understand so many twists and turns of adults? Even if the two little ghosts in front of him pretended to be Lao Chen, they still couldn't hide the fact that they were still little brats who hadn't grown up, and the world of children was usually simple.
Simplicity, from another perspective, can also become cruel.
Well, thinking about it this way, this matter is really heartbreaking.
The man grabbed the soft fabric on his pants, his face full of entanglement, and he fell into deep thought like constipation - beside him, the brothers Xiao Yan and Xiao Yan, who seemed to have not expected him to stop like this, exchanged a strange look and simply stopped talking. For a moment, compared with the laughter outside the car window, the dead silence in the car was really a bit embarrassing.
The worst thing is that a luxury car is a luxury car, and even the sound of the engine can't be heard, which makes the car seem extremely quiet.
Xiao Qi, who was sitting in the driver's seat, could feel the murderous aura coming from the back seat while driving.
So this honest man cleared his throat and wanted to speak for Xiao Mo: "Young Master, don't blame me. The doctor said that when Yun Ye woke up this time, he might not remember many things. So, it is understandable that he couldn't accept the things you mentioned for a while."
Xiao Mo sat up straighter when he heard it.
"Amnesia?" Xiao Yan tilted his head and asked expressionlessly, "What's the reason?"
"Oh, the reason," Xiao Qi answered while driving, "Because I'm not very happy this time... So, it's probably the body's self-protection function that automatically turns on, so I forgot some unhappy things."
Xiao Mo wondered how such a heart-wrenching reason suddenly sounded like a Qiong Yao drama when it came out of Xiao Qi's mouth? - It made him feel that he was a bit of a bitch and hypocritical.
"Oh," the one who responded was Xiao Yan, the devil, with a malicious smile on his lips. He turned his head and looked at Xiao Mo, who was trying to make a difficult expression of "I am indifferent and at the same time I am also wronged", and suddenly called out "old man", "Then do you still remember my and my brother's birthdays?"
Xiao Mo's expression froze.
Xiao Yan's eyes flashed with displeasure, but the smile on the corner of his lips became more and more bright and lovely: "Oh, it turns out that the birth of my brother and I is also considered "unhappy things" for you."
Xiao Mo: "..."
At this moment, he really wanted to kick Xiao Qi, this pig teammate, to death.
He could only show a sad smile weakly, and didn't expect such acting to impress the two children who were looking at him coldly. Somehow, Xiao Mo's eyes that were about to burst into tears swept over the silent Xiao Yan's face. Xiao Yan obviously felt the man's gaze, and was slightly stunned. He turned his head and looked into the black eyes that were different from his pupils.
Only Xiao Yan and Xiao Mo knew this little action.
Xiao Mo sat in the car, not knowing where the guilt in his heart came from at this moment, so his acting became more realistic, and the slightly raised corners of his lips really had a bit of bitterness: "I don't even remember my birthday."
-I admit that it was my fault for not looking at the household registration book carefully and doing my homework just now.
Xiao Yan wanted to say something, but was ruthlessly interrupted by his brother at this time--
"You heard it, what else is there to say?" Xiao Yan turned his head expressionlessly, and cast his eyes out of the window the first second Xiao Yan turned his head and glared at him. From the reflection of the car window, he could see Xiao Yan and Xiao Mo in the car staring at the back of his head.
Even Xiao Qi, who was driving in the front, couldn't help but take a look from the rearview mirror-
The young master is really very courageous.
After the black Land Rover was on the road, it finally stopped crawling like a caterpillar. Xiao Qi's driving skills were good, and the car was driving very smoothly throughout the whole process. At this time, Xiao Mo, who was sitting in the back seat, finally realized that he and the two naughty kids in front of him probably couldn't find any common topics for the time being. In order to avoid the tragedy of "The pride of the emperor, why did you have the heart to let your son bleed three feet in the luxury car" from becoming the headlines of tomorrow's news, he simply closed his eyes and rested without saying a word.
The two adopted sons sitting beside him didn't talk much either. Only occasionally would Xiao Yan catch Xiao Yan and say a few words. In most cases, the latter would just make a vague nasal sound from his nose as an answer.
The car quickly drove back to the Xiao family mansion. When he first got off the car, Xiao Mo was somewhat stunned by the gorgeous house in front of him. In his previous life, the so-called "home" was just an old-fashioned tube building on the street, and every month there would be a fierce landlady who would come up to demand rent like a life-threatening thing. He never dared to think of such a big house in front of him, with green tiles and red walls, a European-style building with a pointed roof attic, and a tall iron railing gate like the one used in the government office compound.
However, no matter how beautiful the building is, it is just a flashy house.
At this time, Xiao Mo has begun to miss his own small broken bed that he hates to sleep on.
...But it is obvious that some people are born to spoil the fun. When Xiao Mo was looking at the house that could be called "home" and sighing with emotion, a child's voice with obvious impatience sounded behind him--
"Old man, are you out of your body? What are you doing standing at the door of your house looking like you are about to cry with emotion?"
Xiao Mo was stunned and touched his face subconsciously. Was he very moved? No...
At this time, Xiao Yan had already made a disdainful "tsk" sound from his mouth, and stuffed the schoolbag in his hand to the housekeeper who came out to greet him without being polite. He walked around him without looking back and brushed past him.
Following Xiao Yan was Xiao Yan. Although he did not make a smacking sound to his father as a sign of contempt, the child quietly lowered his eyebrows and walked past him with his schoolbag with an indifferent face, without even a sidelong glance...For some reason, this kind of "I don't see anything blocking the way in front of me" behavior was even more infuriating to Xiao Mo.
This scene fell into the eyes of Xiao Qi, who was always standing behind Xiao Mo.
Under the setting sun, he saw his boss standing alone in the yard, staring blankly at the door not far away that was closed by the two young masters. An autumn wind blew, rustling the bushes in the yard. For some reason, Xiao Qi looked at the man's upright back and felt a bit... lonely and unable to return?
He was obviously going to pick up the young masters from school, but in the end... He sighed helplessly in his heart, and a trace of emotion appeared on the expressionless face of the man in the suit. He walked forward, still habitually bent slightly and asked respectfully in a low voice: "Master Mo, the housekeeper said that dinner can be served... Shall we go in too?"
As if he was finally called back to his senses by his call, Xiao Mo turned his head and looked at Xiao Qi, who was still slightly lowering his head and turning his face to the side, and even dared not look him in the eye, with a strange look. Suddenly, he raised the corner of his lips and asked without a clue: "Xiao Qi, do you know why I thought of taking sleeping pills?"
Xiao Qi was stunned, but didn't know how to answer.
The smile on Xiao Mo's lips widened, and was stained with obvious sarcasm: "This house is so big, why is no one willing to look at me straight in the eye?"
After saying that, without waiting for the answer from the man in a suit beside him, the black-haired man raised his foot and walked steadily towards the door that the housekeeper had turned back and opened again - only Xiao Qi was left standing there in a daze. Looking at the elegant and calm back figure not far away, Xiao Qi suddenly felt that the cold Master Mo, who seemed to never have human emotions, seemed to be back again.
"..."
Xiao Mo sat down at the dining table, grabbed the tea brought by the housekeeper and drank it all in one breath. The temperature of the tea was neither cold nor hot, which was just the right temperature to moisten the throat and quench thirst in this autumn. However, after drinking a mouthful of tea, the man's rage at this moment could not be extinguished - he would rather wake up and be reborn as a beggar on the street than be reborn as Xiao Mo, a strange man! ! !
The people in the Xiao family are so fucking weird. This villa is simply the lair of a bunch of lunatics! !
Fuck, I'm so angry that I'm hungry (...)! ! !
Fortunately, there's food ready! ! !
A thousand elephants are running wildly in my heart, but at this moment, Xiao Mo realizes that something seems to be wrong - he turns around and sees that, including the housekeeper, a room full of people are looking at him like a monster.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, what are you looking at? Have you ever seen a human drink tea? ! ! ! ! !
He was so crazy that he wanted to flip the table in front of him onto their faces. However, at this moment, Xiao Mo could only pretend to be calm, frowning and hiding the rage in his eyes. To outsiders, the black-haired man sitting at the table just moved his eyelids lazily, and then pursed his sexy thin lips: "What?"
At this time, the cook Yun Ma had already served the first cold dish and stood by the table, looking at his master at a loss.
Xiao Mo's heart moved, and he subconsciously lowered his head to sweep the tableware on the table. Sure enough, on this huge table, there were only two sets of bowls and chopsticks placed neatly.
One set was in front of the sneering Xiao Yan, and the other set was in front of the expressionless Xiao Yan.
Xiao Mo paused, and his heart was thundering again-what do these people want to do? Do they have a grudge against you? They won't even let you eat! ! !
The low blood pressure caused by hunger made his expression a little ugly.
Yun Ma looked very nervous. She awkwardly wiped her hands on the bib hanging on her clothes. Her eyes hurriedly swept over the black-haired man and his indifferent face, and then quickly moved away. In the silent room, the first person to speak was Xiao Qi. He stepped forward and said in a normal tone: "Master Mo, are you having dinner at home tonight?"
What do you mean?
I don't usually eat at home?
What do you eat? Get a box lunch on the street?
Xiao Mo glanced at Xiao Qi with an inexplicable look, which made the latter confused.
But because Xiao Mo was the eldest, even if he was inexplicably abnormal, it made sense. So after Xiao Qi glanced at Yun Ma, the latter immediately nodded like pounding garlic: "Okay, okay, Master hasn't eaten at home for a long time - I, I will go and prepare an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks."
In the restaurant, everyone continued to be silent - they didn't have nothing to say, they were just waiting for Xiao Mo to get angry.
Under normal circumstances, what Xiao Mo would do at this time is just to stand up from the table and say "No thanks" in a cold and noble manner. However, what they didn't expect was that after waiting for a long time, the man at the table didn't make any movement. Instead, they saw him move to the chair next to Xiao Yan in a posture that he couldn't even lift his buttocks, and smiled calmly: "Okay, thank you for your help."
Everyone: "..."
The sneer on Xiao Yan's face became more obvious and ironic.
When Yun Ma quickly brought a new set of bowls and chopsticks in front of Xiao Mo, other servants also brought dinner dishes, very simple home-cooked dishes, fried shrimp with celery, fried eggs with tomatoes, tofu and crucian carp soup, and a bowl of cold fungus. For a family with Xiao Mo's wealth, it was simply too light and simple.
But Xiao Mo had no reaction, as if he was used to it. He grabbed the chopsticks and reached for the bowl of tofu and crucian carp soup in front of him, which looked good, under the shocked gaze of everyone. However, he did not expect that when the tip of his chopsticks touched the crucian carp, Xiao Yan, who was sitting next to him, suddenly burst out a long string of English.
Xiao Mo was stunned.
Xiao Yan smiled brightly and maliciously.
Putting back the chopsticks and turning his head to look at his right protector son sitting next to him, Xiao Mo raised his eyebrows, obviously asking - what's the matter? Bullying me for not studying English well in elementary school and junior high school, right? Your cheap dad is not in a good mood now, it's better not to mess with me.
Xiao Mo curled his lips in disdain in his heart, ignoring Xiao Yan, eating was more important, and he quickly picked up a large piece of fish with chopsticks and put it back into his bowl elegantly and agilely.
The black-haired man's behavior obviously caused Xiao Yan's strong dissatisfaction. A trace of impatience flashed across his beautiful and delicate face, and his brows slightly gathered: "Don't you understand?"
"What?" Xiao Mo smiled calmly, "At home, speak Chinese."
Xiao Yan stared at him and said almost word by word: "Can't you see, there are only two crucian carps."
I didn't see how many fish there were, I only saw the flag of war standing high.
"Oh?" Xiao Mo was indifferent, and put the fish meat into his mouth as if provoking, "So?"
Xiao Yan pursed his lips, looking like a stern little adult: "No share for you."
"That's because the cook didn't know I was eating at home tonight," Xiao Mo glanced at Xiao Yan with amusement, thinking that a kid is a kid, and he is still childish no matter what, "Didn't your kindergarten teacher tell you that good things should be shared with everyone, and if you didn't study well in kindergarten, you can go back and continue studying tomorrow."
Xiao Yan: "..."
The smile on Xiao Yan's face froze.
"And you," Xiao Mo turned to Xiao Yan, who was sitting across the table, expressionlessly, "Why are you smiling so brightly, pretending that you can understand your brother's English - just now your class teacher called to complain that you only got 15 points in the English final last semester, 15 points, I almost thought your class teacher was teasing me - just being able to read ABCD is not enough to get more than this score, right?"
Xiao Yan was choked, with an expression on his face as if he had eaten dog shit.
After killing two childish children, Xiao Mo stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth with satisfaction - fragrant, smooth and soft, with a great taste.
Naughty kid, come and fight if you don't agree! ! !