Chapter 1912

At this time, Mo Liangyu sat on the sofa and turned to hum, proud and difficult to serve.

Ying Feifei walked up to him and kicked him on the tip of the foot. "It's not the first time that I go home every Spring Festival. Are you so angry?"

The reason is that the source of Mo's anger is that Ying Feifei didn't say hello to him in advance.

Hearing this, Mo Liangyu glanced at her and sneered, "is this the problem of going home for the new year? Ying Feifei, you are not honest! "

Not candid Ying Feifei

She sat down beside him and hit him with her elbow. "Why don't you be honest? Tell me about it!"

"That's not true!" Mo Liangyu raised his voice and asked, turning to stare at her, "why don't you tell me when you want to go home? And what do I do when you get home? In the end, don't you want to take me home to meet my father-in-law? "

Mo Liangyu throws out a few questions one after another, directly smashing Ying Feifei.

She looked at him speechless, and finally pulled off her apron. "Then you can continue to be angry."

Then she got up and went back to the kitchen.

The relationship between them should not have reached the point of meeting their parents?!

Mo Liangyu looks at Ying Feifei's figure incredulously and looks at herself again. She doesn't want to coax her?

This woman, the heart is really hard!

In a word, master Mo was very angry and couldn't get through the barrier, which also led to the fact that they didn't say a word all day.

Until four o'clock the next morning, Mo Liangyu vaguely heard the sound of the gate.

He awoke in a flash. He didn't even wear his pajamas. He ran to the porch barefoot and saw that yingfeifei's suitcase was gone!

Fuck, you're gone?!

Mo Liangyu wants to catch up with him, but he is hindered by something called self-esteem.

He stood at the door for a long time, sleepy eyed, and finally went back to the bedroom with his head down.

I would not be angry with her if I knew!

Mo Liangyu went back to bed and thought about it with the quilt in his arms. He felt more and more uncomfortable.

Even if he liked Ling MI at the beginning, he had never been so tangled.

Clearly reluctant to let her go, but also refused to put down face, take the initiative to communicate.

Mo Liangyu clapped his hand on his forehead. What face do you want? Is woman important or face important?!

Mo Liangyu, a man sitting in the apartment, sighed sleepily.

……

As the new year is approaching, the streets are full of festive atmosphere.

Near noon, Mo Liangyu is still worried about lunch, and a phone call from Mo Shengjiang recalls him to Mohist school.

In the living room of the old house, Mo Liangyu, wearing the clothes that Ying Feifei bought for him, stands in front of the tea table, and wants to say nothing.

Mo Shengjiang, holding a cigar in his hand, squinted at him, "what? You're willing to come back when they come home? "

It seems that he knows about yingfeifei's return home.

Mo Liangyu licked the corner of his mouth and looked at Mo Shengjiang in disgust. He said in a low voice, "didn't you call me back?"

"How do you mean to say that?" Mo Shengjiang snorted coldly, and then nodded to the sofa beside him, "how about a better life without money?"

Mo Liangyu took the opportunity to sit down and leaned lazily on the sofa, muttering, "how am I doing? Don't you count it in your heart?"

Looking at his broken jar, Mo Shengjiang almost didn't throw his cigar in his face. "You sit well for me. No matter what, I'll never let you go back to Mohism!"

At the end of the speech, Mo Liangyu immediately straightened his back, straightened his posture, and asked, "Dad, it's almost a month, and you haven't calmed down yet?"