He drank a little wine today, his face was a little abnormally red, his eyes were a little red too, but his mind was clearer than ever.
"What are you doing here?" asked Mr. Mo.
Mo Hongjun hurriedly said, "Dad, we are here to take you home."
Old Mo looked at Mo Hongjun, his eldest son whom he once valued the most and who was also the one who hurt him the most.
"Where are you going back to?" asked Mr. Mo.
Mo Hongjun felt very uncomfortable under his father's gaze, so he still forced a smile and said, "Dad, since you asked, of course we should go back to Fengxi Road, our own home."
Old Mo said 'Oh' and said calmly, "That is indeed my house, but I heard that it is full of people. Are all the rooms vacant now?"
Mo Hongjun's face froze. "Teng? Teng what?"
Old Mo looked at Mo Hongjun with a hint of irony in his eyes. "The house is occupied. Where am I going to live if I go back to Dong? How can I live if you don't vacate it?"
Song Ziyi chimed in, "Exactly, is it possible that Grandpa Mo will still sleep on the floor when he returns home?"
Mo Hongjun looked at his wife He Lanxiang.
He Lanxiang's mind raced as she smiled and said, "Dad, we have plenty of rooms. Are you still worried about having no place to stay when you return home?"
Mr. Mo said calmly, "I don't like noise and want to live alone. When you vacate the house, come and tell me."
Mo Hongqi was impatient, and when he heard this, he got anxious. "Dad, what do you mean by this? Are you going to kick us all out? Are you going to make us sleep on the street?"
Old Mo glanced at his second son. "I remember your company allocated you a house. Your own house is gone? And your eldest son," he looked at He Hongjun. "Your company's house is gone too?" Then he looked at his youngest daughter, Mo Hongxing. "Your company's house is gone too? What a coincidence?"
Of course the houses allocated to them by their unit are still there, but they are all tube-shaped buildings, which are not as comfortable as the small Western-style buildings with yards.
Nowadays, they rent out the houses allocated by their units to people who are short of housing. They live in small Western-style buildings and can also earn extra income.
"Dad, the company's house is full, so we moved into your house."
Old Mo waved his hand and said, "No need to talk about this. I won't mention what happened when I was away. Now that I'm back, I want to live in the house by myself. You guys should move out quickly." After saying that, he turned around and left.
Mo Hongjun hurriedly pulled Mo Lao, "Dad, where are you going? Aren't you going home with us?"
Mo Lao shook off Mo Hongjun's hand and said, "Go back to Tang? My house is occupied by you now. Where will I live if I go back to Tang? Did you prepare a room for me before you came to pick me up?"
Mo Hongjun was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak.
They came here after finding out about Zhengde Street, and didn't even think about preparing a room for their father in advance.
Looking at his eldest son's expression, there was nothing Mr. Mo didn't understand.
He had already said a lot of things to Qi Guoqiang and Qi Liyuan that day. They were all things he wanted to say to his own children. He had already said them once, and he didn't want to say them again. It was very boring.
Old Mo snorted coldly and went straight back to the yard.
Mr. Qi didn't have much to say. He and Lao Mo were brothers in distress, there was no difference between them.
But he is better than Lao Mo, at least he has Mo Nan.
After the two elderly men entered the house, Mo Hongjun tried to follow them in, but was stopped by Song Yun and Song Ziyi. "What are you doing? Breaking into a private house?"
Song Yun stood at the door, her beautiful eyes frosty, and she glanced at him calmly. Those who wanted to rush forward stopped involuntarily and dared not move.
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