CEO, You Look Like My Daddy

Mo Jue sat there silently. The whole living room was quiet as if there was no one. Shao Li, who came downstairs to deliver the fruit tray, was almost startled. The fruit tray in her hand was not stable and immediately hit the floor.

"Bang!"

"You, you..." Shao Li pointed to the silent figure on the sofa and stammered with one hand on the railing.

This clear sound not only awakened Mo Jue in meditation, but also alerted Su ri'an and Jiang ruting upstairs. They both hurried out to the stairs and looked down.

"Xiao Li, what's the matter?" Su ri'an said anxiously, but he couldn't see it and couldn't go down rashly, otherwise he was afraid to help her.

Although Jiang ruting didn't make a sound, he was obviously paying attention to the movement downstairs.

Shao Li panicked for a moment. When she saw clearly that the person sitting was mo Jue, she stroked her chest, gently spit out her breath, and said to the top, "it's all right. Mr. Mo is back."

The two faces upstairs were also relieved.

Although they lived in this house, Shao Li seldom saw Mo Jue. He only appeared when there were important orders, and left every time.

Coupled with his distinctive temperament, Shaoli always felt afraid of him.

At the moment, if Qiaoqiao were here, Shaoli would naturally say hello to her, but in the face of Mo Jue, she just nodded at him and squatted down to pick up the broken fruit plate.

"You go, I'll clean it up."

Shao Li just pinched a corner of the fragment, but the people on the sofa suddenly opened their mouth in a deep voice and got up and walked here.

Shao Li shook her head and said, "no, no..."

It was originally broken by her carelessness. She dared not let Mo Jue clean it up. Although she didn't know him, she could still see the unhappiness on his face.

"I said I'll clean it up."

Mo Jue interrupted her. After that, he didn't speak again and didn't care about her. He bent down and began to pick up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.

Shao Li looked at the tall figure squatting on the ground and carefully picked up the broken thin porcelain one by one.

It seems that the broken is a particularly important thing.

Shao Li wanted to apologize, but in the face of Mo Jue at the moment, she didn't dare to speak. She stood up awkwardly and didn't know what to say, so she had to go upstairs silently.

There was only one person left in the living room.

He looked down at the fruit plate broken into several pieces in his hand, and his eyes were black as if they could drip water.

He remembered that all these things were bought by Qiaoqiao. At that time, he also asked for his advice, but he never cared, so it didn't matter to let her decide.

The colors and patterns of everything in this family, from fruit plates to tableware, from pillows to carpets, are carefully selected one after another.

She is such a temperament that she is so serious about this family bit by bit.

It is because of her presence that this empty house really has the smell of fireworks in the world. With the light and temperature, he gradually calls it "home".

Now, looking at the broken fruit plate in his hand, Mo Jue is very clearly aware of a thing that may have been known for a long time, but has been ignored by him.

If there is no Qiaoqiao in this home, it will be the same as the fruit tray turns into broken porcelain, but it will return to a cold building.

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When Qiao Qiao came back, it was getting dark.

She lowered her head and opened the door. She planned to go in and tell her aunt not to cook her dinner at night, so that she wouldn't have to face Mo Jue today.

Thinking of this, she smiled bitterly. Maybe Mo Jue won't come back at all?

The bar or the back mountain may make him feel more at ease than here.

But she obviously didn't expect Mo Jue to wait for her at home until now.

As soon as the door opened, she bumped into the familiar sight.

They looked at each other. Qiaoqiao was a little surprised, but just for a moment, she lowered her head and was ready to go straight back to her room.

Mo Jue looked at the look she wanted to escape and narrowed her eyes. Before she raised her feet and wanted to go upstairs, she had pulled her wrist first.

If you look carefully, you can see that he deliberately avoided the place that hurt Qiaoqiao in the afternoon and grabbed her hand after a meal.

"Why did you go there today?" Mo Jue frowned and asked, "did Qi Er do anything to you?"

"Nothing." Qiao Qiao lowered his head, pulled his hand back and whispered, "just passed by."

"Just on the way? Do you need to go upstairs?" she made Mo Jue worry again unconsciously.

Qiao Qiao pulls back her arm and lowers her head without saying a word.

Mo Jue took a deep breath and said calmly, "well, whether it's on the way or not, why did you hurt when I pulled your arm that afternoon? Did Qi Er draw blood for you?"

As he spoke, he pulled her arm to lift her sleeve.

"If you don't have anything, don't..."

Qiao Qiao wanted to hide back, but she couldn't escape. She was so anxious that she grabbed her sleeve and pressed her arm tightly. She said to Mo Jue, "please respect me?"

Mo Jue moved and squinted at her: "what did you say? I don't respect you?"

He never thought that Qiao Qiao thought he didn't respect her.

He's just worried about her.

Qiao Qiao avoided his sight, bit his lips and said, "no, I didn't say anything."

She said that she wanted to go upstairs. For a moment, she was really not in the mood to face Mo Jue. She just wanted to go back to the room and hide as soon as possible. It was better not to see anyone and no one would talk to her.

She just stood here and felt very tired when she saw this "home".

"Qiao Qiao." Mo Jue tightly held her wrist and didn't let her go, with some irritability on his face. "What are you angry with? Can you make it clear that I don't respect you?"

"I was wrong just now. You didn't." Qiao Qiao shook his head, pushed away his hand, took back his arm and said, "today is just my bad mood and lost my temper."

"Qiao Qiao..."

Mo Jue frowned. This was not the way to solve the problem. She didn't understand why Qiaoqiao didn't say a word and wanted to escape all the time.

"Sorry, I'm a little tired. I want to go back and have a rest." Qiaoqiao interrupted him and ran back to his room without looking at him again.

Mo Jue looked at her figure and sighed heavily. That sense of powerlessness bothered him again.

He doesn't understand what happened to Qiao Qiao, let alone himself.

Or maybe... He just doesn't want to understand and doesn't want to delve into it.

……

The door closed and Qiaoqiao slid slowly to the ground.

What she just said was angry. Mo Jue never disrespected her. On the contrary, she took good care of her, but what she wanted was never his care.