C143 Remember You're Mine(2)

"Mo Yue, don't worry. I still have to thank you for accompanying Tongtong so late last time." Jiaang Xin smiled gently at Mo Yue. What a considerate child.

Tongtong also nodded and said, "Yes, so it is my turn to accompany you guys this time! Ah, Mo Yang is back! "

Mo Yue finally relaxed and saw her brother running over in a hurry. She could not help but complain, "Brother, run slower. If you fall, the chess pieces will fall out."

Mo Yang rolled his eyes. He nimbly arranged the map and divided the chess pieces. He picked up the dice and threw it out.

"Oh, oh, I won!" Mo Yang stood on the stool with a chess piece in his hand. He was very proud of himself.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late!" At the same time, Mo Zifei's panting voice came from the door, which happened to overshadow Mo Yang's voice.

"What are you doing here?" Mo Yang was dissatisfied that his declaration of victory had been ruined. He looked at Mo Zifei with disdain.

Jiaang Xin quickly stood up to smooth things over. She sat on such a small stool for an hour. Her waist and legs could not take it anymore. "You are here. Let's go."

"Eh?" Mo Yang looked at the chess piece, Jiaang Xin, and Tongtong reluctantly. Finally, he stared at Mo Zifei with resentment. "I hate you so much!"

Mo Yue walked to the embarrassed Mo Zifei and pulled on his sleeve. She smiled.

Mo Zifei was touched and hugged Mo Yue. "As expected, my daughter is the best. My daughter is a considerate little jacket. You are right!"

"Uncle, the perfume on your body is so strong. It choked me." Mo Yue said with a smile, "Can you please choose a beauty with better taste next time?"

After saying that, Mo Yue ignored the petrified Mo Zifei. She held Mo Yang's hand and walked out. As she walked, she called Jiaang Xin and Tongtong, "Auntie, Tongtong, let's go. We are going home."

Jiaang Xin held back her laughter and held Tongtong's hand. She walked over to Mo Zifei without looking at him.

When she walked out of the classroom, Jiaang Xin heard a wail that echoed in the sky.

"Pfft!"

Jiaang Xin covered her mouth, but she could not help but laugh until her entire body trembled.

It was not easy for her to stop laughing. The corner of her mouth could not help but rise.

As the saying goes, one smile is less than ten years.

Tonight's matter, she could laugh for a month.

The warm yellow light shone on her body. She closed her eyes and felt the peace in her heart. The pressure she got from Zhang Teng had already turned into nothingness.

Mo Zifei was like her medicine. She thought, So, Zhang Teng is her poison?

She shook her head and looked at the time. It was already nine o'clock. Zhang Teng had not returned yet.

Forget it. She did not wait for him. Maybe he was busy with work.

She thought about it and turned off the lights.

But who would have thought that she would be busy for a week...

If it wasn't for the fact that she could see him at lunch every day and say a few words, she would have thought that he had gone missing.

Although there were signs of him returning to sleep every night, she was completely unaware of when he had returned and when he had left.

When did she become so heavy when she slept?

And tonight, she had to wait for him.

Because tomorrow was the appointed day with Mo Yang and Mo Yue, and Zhang Teng still hadn't told her where the location was. Every time she asked, he would use the excuse of "I'll tell you when I've decided."

He drank a mouthful of coffee unhappily. Although it wasn't as sweet as the coffee he liked, it could still be used to calm his mind.

At ten o'clock, she poured another cup of coffee.

At eleven o'clock, she wrapped herself in the blanket and opened the window to blow the wind.

At twelve o'clock, she yawned and resisted her sleepiness. She washed her face and opened the fridge.

At 12: 30 PM, she held the spoon and became muddle-headed from the heat of the porridge. She leaned against the fridge and gradually closed her eyes.

Her body tilted. The strong sense of balance scared away all the sleepiness. She gritted her teeth and prepared to bear the pain.

Instead of the expected cold floor, she fell into a wide and warm embrace.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that Zhang Teng's eyes were slightly cold, as if there was a hint of anger in them.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" He helped her up and swept his gaze across the steaming pot. His gaze was gentle.

He held the spoon in his hand tightly and did not dare to look at her. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Seeing that you've been so late every day recently, I was wondering if you hadn't eaten dinner, so I cooked some porridge for you."

Initially, he wanted to ask if the address for tomorrow had been decided. However, when he saw that his face was full of fatigue and that his body was covered in dust, his intuition told him that it was better to lie.

"Just nice. I'm hungry too." He had seen all of her nervousness, but at this moment, the atmosphere was just right. He did not want to ruin it.

"Ah! Oh." She hurriedly turned around and went to flip the lid, but forgot to put something on. It was so hot that she exclaimed in a low voice.

She reflexively grabbed her earlobe and felt the heat transfer. But in the next second, her finger was grabbed by him and sent into his mouth. It was a warm mouth, a wet and slippery tip of her tongue, and her eyes were filled with worry.

Her face started to burn. She pulled her hand back and stammered, "Th-thank you. It's, it's fine. You, sit down first. I'll get you some porridge."

His thin lips curled slightly. He elegantly sat back at the table and looked at her red cheeks. Even her ears were as red as cooked prawns.

"Here, be careful of the heat." She handed him a spoon, but neither stood nor sat.

He didn't move. His gaze didn't even stop on the spoon for a second. He looked up along her hand and landed on her watery eyes. His smile deepened.