CEO, You Look Like My Daddy

When he stood upright again, the wrinkles between Mo Jue's eyebrows had disappeared. He tapped his fingers on the piano frame, smiled and said, "it's all right."

Of course, there is another possibility that Su ri'an can have such a natural response, that is, he knew he would test him, so he made all preparations.

"Do I still have to play?" Su Tian asked in the direction of Mo Jue.

"No, that's enough." Mo Jue shook his head and smiled low. "Mr. Su plays the piano so well that I believe he already knows how to change with this small section of Haixi."

"Mr. Mo is flattered." Su ri'an stood up and nodded slightly to Mo Jue, with a polite and gentle smile on his face.

"Why be so modest." Mo Jue smiled and said to Su ri'an, "I'll disturb Mr. Su today. I'll go first if I have something else to do. I'm sure we'll have a chance to see you again."

"Mr. Mo, let's go." Su ri'an said with a smile, "I'm not very convenient, so I won't give it away."

"Of course, bye."

Mo Jue walked to the door, as if he suddenly thought of something, and looked back at Su ri'an: "Mr. Su's guide dog doesn't seem to be very energetic. If he is ill, he'd better be treated as soon as possible. If necessary, we can also help."

With that, he waved his hand and left without waiting for Su ri'an to answer.

When Mo Jue's footsteps could no longer be heard, Su ri'an's smile gradually froze and changed his face in an instant.

This man's last words

Su ri'an frowned, turned his head to the lying guide dog, turned his eyes and looked at the stool next to him.

Just now the stool fell to the ground. There was so much noise that the guide dog didn't respond at all.

Tut, is it still exposed?

Thanks to his careful preparation of the play.

He sat back, took off his sunglasses, threw them on the piano, and rubbed his eyebrows with his right hand.

In those eyes without shelter and under the bright pupils, madness and excitement gradually appeared.

"Oh, opponent?" Su ri'an slowly raised a ferocious smile at the corners of his mouth.

——

early morning.

Qiaoqiao got up and ran to Mo Jue's room for the first time. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the empty home and gradually coincided with her heartbeat.

At the door of Mo Jue's room, Qiaoqiao looked at the open door and the neat quilt on the bed, which didn't even have a wrinkle mark. She frowned slightly. She paved the quilt herself last night, and no one moved at all.

He didn't come back all night again.

This fact was in front of Qiaoqiao. Qiaoqiao stepped back involuntarily and squatted down slowly against the door. She was frustrated in her eyes.

These days, she waited for him late into the night every night.

Mo Jue sometimes sends her a message of "don't return, don't wait". Sometimes there is no news at all. In such a large room, she is alone all day.

Every morning, she always came to see if anyone had come back last night, but she was disappointed every time.

There is almost no trace of Mo Jue's life in this room.

Qiao Qiao squatted on the ground and hid his head in his arms. He didn't want to think about the reason behind it.

But it was too quiet around. As soon as it was quiet, those thoughts seemed to grow legs and automatically entered her mind.

The sound of the heartbeat in the chest was amplified and knocked on her eardrum.

There is a sentence in the heartbeat of "bang bang bang": is he unwilling to stay in this "home"

Yes, for Mo Jue, it is a living place, a house without feelings.

But the moment she came in, she privately called this place "home" in her heart.

Her "home" with Mo Jue.

Qiaoqiao doesn't know whether his "ambition" finally angered heaven, which makes Mo Jue unwilling to come back here now.

"Brother Mo, are you really unwilling to stay? Or are you unwilling to come back because I'm here because you're afraid you can't respond to my expectations?"

She slowly raised her head, looked at the "home" through the hazy fog in her eyes, and whispered in her mouth.

She didn't know who she was asking. Just as she said, the fog in her eyes condensed into transparent tears and gradually slipped from her eyes.

Qiaoqiao squatted quietly on the ground for a long time. Later, her feet became numb. She stood up and walked slowly in the room, reaching out to touch the tables and chairs, as if she were saying goodbye.

The clothes in the wardrobe were hung in after she ironed them herself. She watered and cared for the plants on the windowsill beside the table. Mo Jue's books may not even remember where they were placed, but she remembered them all.

In fact, there were not many things in the room. Once she saw it, she could remember everything in her heart, but she kept looking at each object.

She loved everything in the house and the owner of the house.

But I still couldn't walk into the man's heart

In fact, she is not particularly ambitious. She just wants to guard him quietly. As long as he can let her stay around, she can be very happy.

After a long time, she turned to wash her face. The ice water splashed on her face and finally cleared her mind.

She looked up at herself with water marks on her face in the mirror. She didn't know whether it was water drops or her tears hanging on her eyelashes.

"Brother Mo, if you can't open your mouth, it's up to me."

She likes him and adores him. Even if she can't get a response, she wants to stay with him and take care of him.

But if such quiet waiting has caused his trouble, as long as he speaks, she will leave.

Her love may not be as warm as talilina, nor as lingering as others, but in those quiet times, she devoted all her heart.

Qiaoqiao took a deep breath, wiped away the water marks on his face and the tears from the corners of his eyes, and turned out of the door.

She thought that Mo Jue might have gone to see talilina again.

If you go there, you'll probably find him.

……

Next to the racecourse.

Before the morning dew fell, Qiaoqiao walked in the grass submerged in her ankles. Her hair was blown across her face by the wind. She raised her hand, pressed one side of her hair, and bowed her head to talilina's tombstone.

But when she was approaching, she didn't see Mo Jue's figure. She only saw the graceful figure in front of the tombstone, with wine red curly hair hanging behind her and dancing in the wind.

She is familiar with this figure.

"Elder sister..."

Qiao Qiao was surprised in place, looked at the figure and murmured.

If the sun in the sky was not too dazzling, she would only feel that she was dreaming.

The late talilina is standing in front of her tombstone

Originally, the woman who looked down at the tombstone heard the sound, turned around and saw that it was Qiao Qiao. A pair of smart and proud eyes first glanced up and down at her, and then the corners of her lips smiled and said, "it's you."