Childhood sweethearts:Your Highness,I want a hug!

Mo Si clenched his fist and raised it to his mouth. "Cough, why do you suddenly ask this question?"

It's embarrassing to be asked about the marks on your body.

"Mr. dissatisfied, Yi Chen had seen a young man in his twenties with a crescent birthmark on his waist. I remembered that he seemed to have seen a crescent on his body. I was a little curious."

Pei Yichen explained clearly, and MoSi said frankly, "I do have a crescent moon on my waist, which is also a birthmark the size of a thumb."

Pei Yichen asked: "Sir, are you curious about who I'm talking about?"

Mo Si shook his head and sighed, "ah, there are all kinds of strange things in the world, even if it's the same birthmark, it's nothing strange."

"How could that be?" Pei Yichen nodded and said with a smile, "I suspected that the man was your long lost son."

"That can't be!" Mo Si did not hesitate to veto Pei Yichen's guess.

Moses had a point. "I've never been married. I don't have children."

Pei Yi Chen couldn't refute what Mo Si said so firmly.

Mohist is the Third Master of Mohist school. He is nearly 50 years old this year, but he has never married or kept any lovers.

Although all the Mohists advised him to get married as soon as possible, and maybe have a child, Mohist firmly believed that he would rather be single for a lifetime if he didn't meet the person he liked.

Mohism had three brothers. Because of this, Mohism later left Mohism to Mohism.

Pei Yichen's heart is complex.

Two people talked a few words again, Pei Yichen leaves first.

Mosi was still sitting in the courtyard. After Pei Yichen left, he thought about what Pei Yichen had just said.

A long lost son?

How can

He's never close to women, only

Only 20 years ago, that accident.

Moses shakes his head to get rid of the meaningless thought in his heart. He doesn't have a strong sense of cognition about his wife and children, because he always feels that he hasn't met his destined wife, so it doesn't matter to stay single.

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the second day.

This is the first day of the Spring Festival, new year's day.

Aunt Molly got up early in the morning and cooked dumplings for the whole family, including Pei Yichen and the guest Mozi.

"Come on, I made dumplings myself. I hope I can get your appreciation."

Foreigners don't speak as implicitly as Chinese people, but jasmine's forthrightness makes people feel very comfortable. After eating, everyone praised her for her wonderful work.

A message suddenly pops up on the mobile phone next to you. Yezhi quietly takes the mobile phone to the bottom of the table, puts it on his lap and typing quickly.

There was a smile on her face that could not be concealed.

Qiao Yu sits beside her and naturally sees her little movements clearly.

"Joe, eat first, don't play with your cell phone."

Qiao Yu a "good intention" remind, let everyone's eyes to her direction.

Seeing the expression on the night's only face, I guess some

Mr. Qiao deliberately reminded me twice.

Night only put away the mobile phone, speed up to finish that bowl of dumplings.

Put down the chopsticks, night only can't bear to ask: "grandfather, I want to go out later, OK?"

Joe is still uncomfortable, "can't I say no, you will stay in peace?"

A rhetorical question makes the night speechless.

"Grandfather, my brother said to wait for me at the door."

Hearing the night's only words, Joe deliberately kept silent.

Aunt Molly is kind enough to pave the steps for them. "Qiao Qiao, since your friend is here, just invite him in to eat hot dumplings and have a taste of aunt's craft."