Chapter 1489

Mo's house was still very quiet. When Mo Ling came back, only the lights in the hall and aisle were still on.

All the servants at home have rested, and his father has gone to bed.

They all seem to go to bed early. Every time he comes back later, the house is as quiet as an empty house.

He lives alone on the third floor now.

Mo Ling came to the balcony on the third floor and pushed open two closed windows. There were some potted plants on the balcony, including daffodils, orchids, green roses, etc. at this time, these plants grew just right, daffodils opened, and the faint fragrance of flowers floated around.

Mo Ling sat on the reclining chair and looked up at the stars outside, at the faint starlight and the waning moon hanging in the East. The breeze blew gently, with a hint of the coolness of early summer.

I don't know how many times it has been. He sits alone on this balcony. Sometimes he reads books. When he is tired, he will lie here to rest. Occasionally, he will sit here to watch the snowflakes falling in winter and listen to the thunder outside.

He has some classmates and friends. He has only studied abroad since childhood and lived in the United States for many years. Now he doesn't have much contact with them. Most of them develop abroad and few return home.

His life has always been like this. Over the years, he has gradually become used to living alone and is about to become an otaku.

Picking up the mobile phone, Mo Ling casually opened the circle of friends to see the latest news sent by her classmates and friends. He added hundreds of wechat friends, mostly classmates, partners, employees and subordinates of the company. Every time he brushed the circle of friends, he could see dozens of hundreds of new news.

Some of them send their feelings, some share their life, some send food photos, and others go too far. They sun their babies every day.

Mo Ling read more than a dozen of them without praise or comments. Of course, he rarely leaves dynamic messages to others. As for himself, he only sends work-related news, and he never sends other news about his own life.

After quitting the circle of friends, Mo Ling was ready to find a book to read. However, when he looked at the bookshelf, he suddenly remembered something. No, it was a girl.

Why didn't she take the initiative to send a message to herself these two days?

Moling frowned, but he remembered that the girl said she would eat by herself.

What... Did you forget?

Immediately, Mo Ling picked up her mobile phone again, hesitated for a few seconds, entered wechat again and opened the girl's account.

What?

At this time, Mo Ling hesitated. He almost didn't find anyone to chat with, especially girls. He hardly took the initiative to chat with girls. Girls took the initiative to send him messages, but he usually ended in three sentences because he was not interested.

Every time his mother called him, she reminded him to get along with a girl. Now his sister is married. It seems that he should try to get along with a girl.

Why don't you try it together and see if it's appropriate.

Moling's mind came up with a clever and sensible girl, not the girl he was attracted to at first sight, but he also had a good impression of the girl.

"Good evening, early summer."

Mo Ling sent a message and then smiled.

Just how did he feel embarrassed after sending it. It's like he's actively approaching the girl.

A few minutes later, the girl sent a message.

"Mr. Mo, why don't you rest so late?"