Hey, I'm Leaving Again

Mohism.

Mo Qianxing came back very early today and even had dinner at home.

Looking at Mo Qian's punishment at the door, Wang Ma and song ran were stunned. For a moment, they didn't know how to react.

Half a ring, Wang Ma just bent her eyes and said with a smile, "the young master is back."

Mo Qian answered and handed his coat to Wang Ma: "prepare me a dinner."

Hearing this, Mrs. Wang was stunned again. Mo Qianxing hardly had dinner at home. Every time he came back, it was in the middle of the night. It was strange that he suddenly came back so early today and had to eat at home.

After taking the coat, Mrs. Wang repeatedly replied, "ah! OK, what would you like to eat, young master?"

"Whatever." Mo Qianxing walked into the living room and sat on the sofa opposite song ran.

Song ran looked up at Mo Qianxing when he first came in, and kept looking down at the book in his hand. The two of them sat silent, and the surroundings were very quiet. Mo Qian looked at Song ran and stared at Song ran with his forehead.

Song ran felt uncomfortable when he stared at her. She threw down her book and went into the kitchen.

Eleven, who had been lying next to song ran, ran to Mo Qianxing with a groan and arched his head on Mo Qianxing's lower leg. Mo Qian Xing came back a few times, but he always played with 11 for a while, but it was this moment that 11 was very sticky to Mo Qian Xing.

"No conscience!" Song ran whispered when she saw eleven pairs of Mo Qian's intimacy. When I got into the kitchen, I saw that Mrs. Wang was cooking a plate of curry beef, green pepper, colored pepper and onion. With a light yellow curry, it looked very appetizing.

"Mrs. Wang, prepare another pasta and steak." Song ran spoke faintly, and the warm yellow kitchen light shone on Song Ran's soft side face, especially quiet.

Wang Ma didn't understand: "doesn't miss song like Chinese food?"

Song ran leaned over and motioned to Wang Ma with her eyes.

Wang Ma looked in his eyes. Mo Qianxing in the living room held Xi on his body and gently touched it. Xi narrowed her eyes and enjoyed his caress. Usually, he is always silent and smiling. The cold face of Mo Qian is very gentle. At the moment, he looks very gentle with his head down.

Wang Ma instantly understood why she wanted to cook a western meal. Song ran had been with him for so many years. After all, she knew what he liked.

Wang Ma looked at why they both had each other in their eyes and tortured each other so and so. She sighed and said, "Miss Song, in fact, young master, he..."

"Wang Ma!" Song ran whispered and stopped Wang Ma from talking.

Wang Ma shook her head, started another pot and began to prepare Mo Qian's dinner.

After only 20 minutes, Mrs. Wang cooked a sumptuous dinner. On one side, there was Chinese food with bowls and chopsticks, spoons and three dishes and one soup. On the other side, there was Western food with knives and forks, cold dishes and pasta steak. The scene was a little funny for a moment.

Song ran lowers her head to drink soup. Mo Qianxing picks up a knife and fork and cuts the steak carefully. Song ran remembers that when he fell in love with Mo Qianxing in the past, he would always make do with himself and eat Sichuan food with strong taste according to song Ran's taste. Mo Qianxing, who grew up abroad, was not used to it, but he was still willing to get used to song ran.

Now, they are eating their own food and are silent. Only the sound of knife and fork collision and spoon sliding over the porcelain bowl.

After all, things are different.

After dinner, Mo Qianxing neatly placed the tableware on the plate and wiped the residue at the corners of his mouth with a white napkin. Watching song ran send the last mouthful of soup in the bowl to the mouth, she thought for a while and stopped talking.

"What do you want to say?" unexpectedly, song ran opened her mouth first. Every time Mo Qianxing wants to say something, he always crosses his hands, puts the thumb of his left hand on the nail cover of his right thumb, and moves up and down. This is an unknown habit of Mo Qianxing.

Mo Qianxing clenched his right hand and put it on his mouth. He coughed and slowly opened his mouth: "tomorrow, Si Mu said that the weather is good and invited us to the Sunflower Garden."

Song ran puts down the spoon in her hand and is looking at Shang Mo Qianxing. Mo Qianxing looks calm, but his heart has jumped to his throat.

He can't use song Ran's mother to threaten her with such a small thing, but if song ran refuses, he must not accept it calmly, especially seeing song Ran's heartfelt smile at the gate of the playground that day.

"If you don't go, I won't force you."

"What do you want me to prepare?"

They spoke almost at the same time. Yumo Qianxing saw that she had been silent and wanted to be rejected by song ran. She might as well speak first to find a step, but song ran was surprised by Sima's sudden invitation and didn't speak for a long time.

"No, just bring someone," Mo Qianxing got song Ran's answer, threw it at this sentence and left the table.

On the other hand, Si mu, who was searching in front of the computer for how to get rid of his annoying suitor, sneezed several times in a row.

Mo Qianxing returns to his study, holds his forehead in his hands, and secretly thinks about which link has gone wrong. When he just brought song ran back, he is still the absolute leader. Watching song ran hate himself but have to give in because of his mother, he enjoys the pleasure of revenge.

Now, after only half a year, song ran somehow has the upper hand. Mo Qianxing doesn't dare to threaten her mother at will. Sometimes song ran even throws his face at him.

Mo Qian's punishment disturbed his head, and he couldn't think of a reason for it for a long time.

The next morning, song ran packed herself up. When she went downstairs, she saw Mo Qianxing already sitting downstairs waiting for her.

Mo Qianxing wore a beige short sleeve on his upper body and a pair of black, loose and tight sweatpants on his lower body. I haven't seen Mo Qianxing wearing casual clothes for a long time. At first glance, the whole person has lost a lot of spirit.

Song ran hurried down the stairs and said to Mo Qianxing, "let's go!"

"Wait!"

As soon as Mo Qianxing's voice fell, a crisp and charming voice came from the door: "brother Qianxing, sister ran."

Song ran was pounced on before she could see who it was.

"Sister ran, I miss you so much." it's Ji Yun. Song Ran is surprised and speechless. She hasn't seen Ji Yun for nearly six years.

Song Ran is two years younger than Mo Qianxing and Si mu, while Ji Yun, who follows si mu all day, is five years younger than song ran. At that time, every time song ran dated Mo Qianxing, Si Mu would follow him without interest, and Ji Yun was where Si Mu was.

Although he was scolded every day, Ji Yun was still happy to follow behind them. At that time, Ji Yun was too young and could get rid of her every time with a little thought. The three men hide in the dark and watch Ji Yun cry. Song ran can't bear to coax her again. She still wears tears on her face and grins: "it's better for sister ran."