Chapter 327 Visiting the Bookstore (2)
"I'm fine, but you must not run around anymore, okay?"
Mo Zixuan was really not angry with Ruan Lele, but he had to remind her if necessary. After taking the tissue handed over by the little princess, he continued to nag her.
"You are still so young, it is really unsafe to go out. No matter what you want to do, at least tell me. As long as I can do it, I will definitely agree to it. Don't be willful again, okay? Lele, you must be obedient!"
Mo Zixuan squatted on the ground half exhausted, muttering to himself in an ungraceful manner.
If it weren't for the high-end clothes he was wearing and his good looks, it would be easy for people to mistake him for a mentally ill person.
Despite this, their group still attracted some attention.
Ruan Meng narrowed her eyes and looked around. Seeing that many little girls cast doubtful eyes on Mo Zixuan, she immediately pulled him up.
She skillfully took out a mask from her bag and handed it to him.
"Put it on first."
"Hmm..." Mo Zixuan subconsciously did what Ruan Meng said, and the two little guys Ruan Anan and Ruan Lele also leaned obediently beside them.
At this point, Ruan Meng didn't plan to stay any longer, and was about to drag the two children to the small garden behind the bookstore. Unexpectedly, Wen Zishu, who had just been indifferent to them and kept a gentleman's distance, suddenly said, "Wait!"
"Uncle Wen, do you have anything else to do?"
Among the few people, little Ruan Anan, who had the best impression of Wen Zishu, spoke first, and Ruan Meng did not say anything. Wen Zishu paused, and his eyes passed from Ruan Anan's little face, and finally fell on Mo Zixuan's face.
This art teacher... recognized Zixuan?
This was Ruan Meng's first reaction. She subconsciously stood between the two of them, blocking Wen Zishu's view of Mo Zixuan. "What's the matter?"
When asked again if there was anything wrong, Wen Zishu actually didn't know how to start the conversation. He hesitated for a long time but couldn't say anything. Ruan Meng frowned suddenly, and the vigilance that had dissipated because of Wen Zishu's harmlessness reappeared.
Ruan Meng didn't ask any more questions or say any polite words. She just glanced at Mo Zixuan and asked him to take the two children and leave first. Mo Zixuan was used to this kind of scene and reacted quickly. Naturally, he didn't refuse and turned around and left.
Wen Zishu subconsciously wanted to chase after her, but Ruan Meng stopped him.
"Mr. Wen, do you know what it means to stop when enough is enough?"
"Sorry... I meant no harm..." Wen Zishu was stunned for a moment, and met Ruan Meng's wary eyes. His confused mind suddenly reacted and realized that his actions were indeed suspicious, and it was normal to cause misunderstanding.
No ill intentions?
It doesn't look like it at all, okay?
Wen Zishu's focus was obviously on Mo Zixuan.
Although she had guided Ruan Anan in choosing books before, she was actually wary of them. Why did she change when Mo Zixuan appeared?
He doesn't look like a fan at all!
Ruan Meng still looked at Wen Zishu with obvious suspicion in her eyes.
Mo Zixuan looked over and scanned Wen Zishu's face.
After confirming that it was someone he didn't know, he didn't interrupt Ruan Meng.
"Maybe you really have no ill intentions, but you and we are just strangers who will never have any intersection. Maybe we will never meet again in the future. I think it's better to stop here." As soon as the voice fell, Ruan Meng turned around and left.
So much so that she didn't notice the change in Wen Zishu's behavior caused by her words.
And the twisted look that flashed in his eyes for a moment.
stranger?
There will be no more intersection?
Not necessarily...
In the private garden behind the bookstore, Mo Zixuan and two cute little babies sat obediently on rattan chairs. Ruan Meng, who had just paid the bill, came over with a pile of books and placed them in front of Ruan Anan without mentioning Wen Zishu at all.
Mo Zixuan just glanced at Wen Zishu briefly, thinking that he was recognized and didn't care at all. Instead, he felt a little curious when he saw a pile of basic books on painting. He raised his hand and poked Ruan Anan's little face.
"An An likes painting? Do you want big brother to teach you?"
"Brother, are you good at painting?"
"Uh..." Mo Zixuan was stunned by the question, and felt a little distressed as to why his younger brother had to add the word "very good". Would it be okay if he was just averagely good?
Seeing that Mo Zixuan didn't answer him, Ruan Anan just raised her little face and stared at him sincerely. Ruan Meng saw that Mo Zixuan was embarrassed by being stared at, so she gloated and handed the small cake in her hand to Ruan Anan.
"Eat something first. We'll go to Mo's to have lunch with your dad. Then you can ask your dad to hire a good painting teacher for you. As for the cost of hiring an art teacher, you can ask your brother Zixuan to pay for it."
"Well, I'll go!"
Mo Zixuan responded with a smile, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately shifted his target, turning the "old father's" attention to Ruan Lele.
Ruan Lele has been longing for the little cakes in this shop for a long time.
Before, when Mo Zixuan took Ruan Lele to the small garden waiting for Ruan Meng, the staff brought the cake over, but Mo Zixuan did not let her eat it.
He said he wanted to wait for Ruan Meng.
The delicious food was right in front of her, and she was so greedy that she secretly ran to find Ruan Meng. Now that she could finally eat it, naturally her mind and eyes were filled with the cake.
Mo Zixuan saw that the little guy's face was covered with cream and his white collar was also smudged with cream. His concern was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it out.
However, Ruan Lele suddenly noticed it while eating.
"Brother, why are you staring at me? Are you afraid of getting fat and don't want to eat your piece of cake? It doesn't matter! I am happy to serve you!"
"I..." I'm not afraid of gaining weight...
Mo Zixuan opened his mouth and was halfway through denying it when he saw a pair of small hands as fast as lightning, and the cheesecake in front of him immediately moved to another place.
It was placed together with Ruan Lele’s own tiramisu.
One bite on the left, then one bite on the right, so comfortable.
"..."Mo Zixuan twitched his lips speechlessly upon seeing this.
Why is he always the one who gets hurt?
Just when Mo Zixuan was hesitating whether to compete with the little princess for a piece of cake, Ruan Meng, who was sitting on the only hanging basket in the small garden, suddenly spoke. Her voice was still as cold and lonely, but the content was somewhat refreshing.
"Before I came in, I found a candid photographer."
Mo Zixuan's face suddenly darkened, and he began to think about something. He then asked, "Did Leng Ying find out who leaked the news?"
Mo Zixuan, who was used to seeing the struggles among the rich and powerful and the intrigues in the entertainment industry, also immediately guessed that there was a problem with the internal personnel. Otherwise, how could their impromptu itinerary be discovered so quickly? It couldn't be that someone had spies all over City A just to block a little movie star like him?
The wasted manpower, material resources and financial resources are enough to ban two of him.
Ruan Meng kicked her legs, causing the hanging basket to swing a few times. There was no sign of nervousness on her face. After taking a bite of the cake, she seemed to think it tasted just average.
He immediately put it on the table.
"No news has been received yet, so I guess we haven't gotten any results yet."
"Yeah." Mo Zixuan nodded, took note of the matter and never mentioned it again. After eating cake with the two children, he began to read the books he bought.
The books brought back were all selected by Ruan Anan, and they were all books about painting. Ruan Lele didn't like them at all, and just wanted to go and take a look with a pout.
Ruan Meng was still thinking about the weird behavior of Wen Zishu, so she didn't let Mo Zixuan go out. She let Mo Zixuan stay in the small garden to accompany Ruan Anan.
Before leaving, he did not forget to send a message to Leng Ying.
Ask her to bring two people to guard the small garden.
For some reason, as time passed, Ruan Meng felt more and more strange, as if she had overlooked something important.
But I just can’t remember it for a moment.
Ruan Lele is lively and always drags Ruan Meng to the hall to buy just one comic book, then runs back to read it and rushes out again to buy more.
This cycle repeated itself at least a dozen times.
Ruan Meng, who never showed her emotions, felt a little helpless.
Once again, I was amazed at the energy of children.
When Ruan Lele pestered her again, saying that she had finished reading comic books and wanted to buy new books, Ruan Meng couldn't help but flicked the little guy's forehead: "Xiaobao, this time buy me all the books you want to read at once!"
"Oh~~~" Ruan Lele responded with a pout, and didn't bother any more. She obediently selected a bunch of comics, yes, a bunch.
Ruan Meng pursed her lips tightly, staring at the pile of books in front of her that were as tall as her. She felt a little headache and had to look around. Her eyes fell on a staff member. She suddenly turned around and called the person softly.
"Hello, can I help you?"
"Ah, hello, how can I help you?" A boy about 18 or 19 years old raised his head and smiled at Ruan Meng. Ruan Meng didn't say much, just pointed at the books next to Ruan Lele and said, "Please help me pack them."
With Ruan Meng's skills and arm strength, she could certainly carry the pile of books, but she couldn't do anything weird in such a public occasion.
It would be funny if passers-by posted it online as a joke.
A strong player?
Or the actress with infinite strength?
The staff member was also surprised when he saw the pile of books in the direction Ruan Meng pointed. He smiled awkwardly and nodded hurriedly: "No problem!"
Ruan Meng, who had completely lost her temper, was too lazy to express any emotion. She took Ruan Lele and the three staff members who were called to help pack and returned to the small garden.
Mo Zixuan and Leng Ying, who was guarding nearby, were stunned when they saw this situation. If Ruan Meng and Ruan Lele had not followed behind, Leng Ying would have stopped these people as dangerous elements and the books as dangerous items.
only…
When you go to a bookstore to read books... you don’t have to buy every book, right?
Where should I put them after I buy them?
Leng Ying was not the only one thinking about this question, Mo Zixuan was also thinking about it.
Their home in Dihao Garden is no better than the old Mo family house.
There are only three floors, and they basically stay on the third floor.
The two children are still young and we haven’t prepared a study for them yet, so so many books must be placed in the study that has been prepared.
Originally, there was only one main study room in the house, which was used by Mo Yuting as his office.
Later, after Mo Zixuan moved in, he cleaned up another room.
Mo Zixuan certainly wouldn't dare to stuff these comic books and the like into his father's study, so the room that was occupied must be his small study, right?
Please let him be sad for a second...
Ruan Lele, who had no idea why Mo Zixuan was sad, happened to pass by Mo Zixuan. Seeing him lowering his head and pursing his lips, just like when her lollipop was withheld by her daddy and mommy, she suddenly felt sympathy.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"
Mo Zixuan, whose heart was pierced once again, had a stiff face and shook his head with a fake smile: "No... I'm not unhappy... I'm fine..."
"Oh..." Ruan Lele nodded as if she understood, then she heartlessly picked up her pile of comic books and started reading.
Don’t mention it!
The comic book guy is so handsome!
But why are there only little brothers in comic books nowadays?
Where did the young lady go?
There aren’t any friends who are similar to her!
Weird!
Leisurely time always passes quickly, and time when the two children are not making any noise passes even faster. It was not until Leng Ying came to remind Ruan Meng that she realized it was already noon.
"Did you tell Ting that we were coming over?"
The weather was nice today. Ruan Meng was almost falling asleep while swaying in the hanging basket. When Leng Ying woke her up, she was still a little confused and asked casually.
"Madam, I didn't mention it, so Lin Yuan probably doesn't know either."
"Well, that's perfect. Let's go there suddenly and give him a surprise." Ruan Meng nodded softly. Mo Zixuan curled his lips secretly when he heard this.
If he remembered correctly, he was there the last time Ruan Meng suddenly came to the company and wanted to give her father a surprise.
Even though he was spotted with his father when he and Ruan Meng were still unfamiliar with each other, at least he didn't hear him address his father.
There were no mistakes.
I hope there won't be any accidents this time...
Otherwise, it would just be a surprise...
No joy...
Ruan Meng was afraid that if she arrived too late, she would catch Mo Yuting going to lunch first, or might still be busy with work, so she didn't arrive in time.
After tidying up the two children, he asked Leng Ying to send someone to deliver the books they bought to the car. Then they left the bookstore and headed towards Mo's.
Little did they know that just after they left, the news that Ruan Meng and Mo Zixuan appeared in a remote bookstore with their two children reached someone's ears.
In the teahouse box, two men sat behind separate screens.
Neither the waiters nor the bodyguards could hear anything but their voices.
No face can be seen.
Among them, the man with a boyish voice as clear as jade glanced at the news from his subordinates, and suddenly laughed softly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"They are so fearless! The affair between Mo Zixuan and Xun Yuning has been lurking in the dark, and the flaws may surface at any time to drag Mo Zixuan down from the altar, but they still dare to go out so recklessly!"
"In their eyes, Xun Yuning is just a small follower who can be killed with a single click. Naturally, she won't affect their mood for traveling and having fun."
Another man with a low voice, who seemed to be older, followed up with some analysis. His words probably stimulated the young man who spoke first.
Suddenly there was a sound of a teacup breaking in the box.
What followed was a sneer.
"Really? I hope they'll be in such a good mood next time!"
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