Ji Muhan, “…” is sick.
"You wouldn't happen to have fallen for Momo, would you?"
When Ji Muhan heard him call Momo so affectionately, she subconsciously frowned and her gaze turned cold. "Get lost."
Along the way, Shen Shaolin was putting on a one-man show, and he was having a great time. Anyway, he didn't expect Ji Muhan to be able to answer. With his repressed personality, if he could actually pry anything out of him, he would be worried about his life.
Ji Muhan stopped at the door of the room, pressed her finger membrane on the right.
Click.
The door was unlocked, and Ji Muhan ignored him and went straight in.
Shen Shaolin and Ji Muhan have lived under the same roof for almost two years, but Shen Shaolin has never entered his room.
Why?
This guy has a severe case of mysophobia, to an outrageous degree. Aside from necessary physical contact, this ancestor would never allow anyone to touch him, not even the slightest touch. He would immediately frown, looking disgusted as if the other person had countless bacteria on them and that touching them would infect him.
Now that he finally has the opportunity to step into the realm that Ji Muhan cherishes, how could Shen Shaolin not be excited?
But before he could even step into the room, his foot was still suspended in mid-air—
"If you step into here, you can forget about your legs," Ji Muhan added casually.
Shen Shaolin immediately put it back.
A wise man knows when to yield. The fact that Shen Shaolin was able to stay by Ji Muhan's side and tease him on several occasions while watching the show shows that he knew when to stop.
Some things can be joked about, because although Ji Muhan is cold and indifferent, he won't take ordinary jokes to heart. But if it's a matter of principle, or if it involves people or things that shouldn't be touched, he becomes a death knell.
If the King of Hell is unhappy, then things really won't be fun.
"Hehe, no need to be polite, I won't go in." Shen Shaolin awkwardly touched the bridge of his nose.
Ji Muhan ignored him and simply closed the door.
bump.
Shen Shaolin raised an eyebrow.
Tsk,
With such a bad temper, I really don't know what Momo saw in him? Is it just because he's a little bit prettier than her?
Sigh, this world that judges people by their looks, are they even allowed to live?
I don't know what's so good about Ji Muhan?
How come no one appreciates such a considerate and humorous man like him? They're all blind and hopeless!
...
For the next three days, Mo Qing didn't know what was going on. She thought that the special forces soldiers' vacation wouldn't be long, but who knew that Mo Yanyu would calmly and composedly pick her up and drop her off at school for three consecutive days, acting as her full-time bodyguard, driver, and even cook.
Although she did enjoy it, as time went on, especially every time she faced her brother's expressionless face outside of class, she found it increasingly difficult.
After returning, I attended three classes in a row, and in order to make up for the classes I had missed, I stayed up until one or two in the morning every night for three days. I didn't have time to go out and have fun. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
There are no classes, and I can sleep in until I naturally wake up in the morning.
I woke up at 10:30. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I went downstairs to eat the breakfast that Zhang Ma had prepared.
"Good morning, Aunt Zhang." Mo Qing, wearing cute bunny pajamas, hopped around and happily sat down at the dining table.
"Good morning." Seeing Mo Qing's sweet smile, Zhang Ma couldn't help but feel happy and nodded with loving eyes.
"Hey, Aunt Zhang, where's my brother?" Mo Qing looked around curiously.
"Young Master has something to attend to and will be back shortly," Zhang Ma replied immediately.
"Have you been gone for a long time?" Mo Qing blinked.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Ma replied, "It's been a while."
"oh."
Mo Qing expressed her longing to be able to go out and get some fresh air occasionally, saying that this feeling was even more unbearable than being in prison. After finishing her meal and returning upstairs, her phone rang.
I picked it up and saw it was my third brother.
"Baby, have you missed me?"
Hearing the incredibly flirtatious voice on the other end of the phone, Mo Qing's lips twitched before she could even speak.
"In no mood."
"Mo Er, my darling, my precious darling, how could you hurt my fragile heart?"
Mo Qing was speechless, "..."
He's as flamboyant as ever.
He even called her his darling in such a cheesy way. Could it be that Qiao Qian'an wasn't the only one acting strangely after her trip?
Even Mo Tingqi was infected.
"My darling, have you been very busy lately? Why haven't you come to see your brother since you came back from Yunnan? Don't you love your brother anymore? I'm so sad, how could you change your mind?"
The man on the other end of the phone sounded so aggrieved, accusing her again and again.
“…You’re being rude.” Mo Qing frowned, rubbed her forehead, feeling utterly helpless at Mo Tingqi’s utterly shameless behavior.
She didn't know why she had such a cousin who always loved to flaunt his charm.
"Momo, baby, how could you be so mean to me? I'm so sad, sob sob..."
“…Mo Tingqi, get back to normal.” Mo Qing had a headache and, afraid he would act crazy again, quickly added, “If you’re still acting crazy, I’m hanging up.”
"Alright, alright, your brother has been back for so long, and he won't even let me see you. Honey, your brother is being so inhumane."
"..." Mo Qing smiled innocently.
Although she thought so too, she could never admit it to Mo Tingqi.
This shameless old fox could sell her out at any moment; after all, she didn't really trust a shameless show-off.
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