"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Chapter 316 The Blind Man and the Rich Young Master

The woman looked at Yun Chu who was holding the blind-guide stick in her hand, hesitated for a moment and then raised her foot forward. She first looked at Mo Chi and greeted him. The smile on her face was a bit forced. It could be seen that she was in front of this stepson. He was a little nervous, so he turned his head to look at Yunchu: "Xiao Chu."

When Yun Chu heard Mica's voice, a faint smile appeared on the corners of his delicate face. The expression on his face was relaxed, dependent and close, which Mo Chi had never seen before.The young man pulled Mo Chi's hand away from his opponent's hand, took two steps forward, and held Mica's hand accurately.

"Mom, I'm back."

Yun Mu smiled back and shook his hand, leading him carefully into the house, both of them seemed to have forgotten the young man behind them.

Mo Chi looked at Yun Chu's back. Under the street lamp, he was thin, tall, and pity him.

When the three of them returned home, Father Mo was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a newspaper. He turned around and saw them coming in. He put down the newspaper in his hand and stood up. His round tiger eyes first gave his son a look, and then he looked at the man who was being led by Mica. Yunchu, with an unnatural and kind smile on his coffin-like face all the year round: "Xiaochu is back? Are you tired from the journey? Are you hungry? Let's go eat."

Old Mo said a few words in a row, Yunchu smiled lightly: "Uncle, I'm not tired."

"Let's eat first. The two children must be very hungry after sitting in the car for so long." Yun Mu glanced at Father Mo, then at Mo Chi behind them, and took up the topic with a smile.

An aunt stepped forward to take away the schoolbag from Mo Chi's hand, and Mo Chi followed Yun Chu and Yun Mu into the restaurant expressionlessly.

In the past, when the four of them sat together to eat, they always broke up in a row. Later, Mo Chi didn't even go home, saying that even if he died outside, he wouldn't sit at the same dinner table with Yunchu and his mother. superior.

But now, looking at his son who was sitting next to Yunchu and helping Yunchu with vegetables and soup with familiarity, Father Mo suppressed the shock in his heart and asked him calmly, "How was school during this time?"

Mo Chi clipped a braised lion's head for Yunchu, and he didn't lift his head when he heard that, "That's it."

Father Mo was obviously dissatisfied with his answer, and his thick black eyebrows frowned slightly: "Don't cause trouble for me outside, and pay more attention to your studies. Yunchu is your younger brother, take care of him more on weekdays, don't worry about it." Let him be bullied."

Yun Chu lowered his head and ate the rice in the bowl without saying a word. Mo Chi raised his head and glanced at his father. There was no emotion in his dark and deep eyes. Father Mo looked at him and raised his eyebrows. He thought his son He would choke with himself, but the other party just nodded, and then responded obediently: "Got it."

Yun Mu was sitting next to Father Mo, and after hearing Mo Chi's words, the food on the chopsticks fell back into the bowl. She raised her head and smiled apologetically at the two father and son who were looking at him, then lowered her head and said the same thing. I don't know what I'm thinking.

After eating, Yun Chu followed Yun Mu back to the room. Mo Chi watched the other's back going upstairs, and stood up too. Old Man Mo stopped him, "Follow me to the study."

Mo Chi nodded.

The two father and son stayed in the study for half an hour, and when they came out, the expression on Mo's face was not the slightest bit better. He looked at his son who was already about the same height as him, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

The young man in front of him was vaguely mature and steady different from his age group, and his whole body was like a simple and textured knife.Among the three sons, in fact, the youngest son is the one who resembles him the most.

Father Mo raised his hand and patted him heavily on the shoulder: "I'll let someone handle Xiao Chu's affairs, and you don't have to worry about the rest. Remember what you said."

After saying this, Father Mo went back to his room.

Mo Chi waited until the other party left, then turned and walked in another direction.

In order to take care of Yunchu, his room was arranged on the first floor. When Mo Chi came down, he happened to meet Mica who came out of Yunchu's room.

The two faced each other, their eyes met, and neither of them spoke for a while.

Yun Mu looked at the young man in front of her with an unnatural expression on her face. She always knew that Mo Chi had a problem with her stepmother, so she usually tried to reduce the chances of the two of them meeting alone, but she never expected that they would meet in this place. Encountered in this situation.

Thinking of what Yunchu said to herself, the woman looked up at the boy who was a head taller than her, and tried her best to make the expression on her face natural.

Mo Chi saw all the emotions in her eyes, and he spoke in a calm voice, "Aunt Yun, is Yun Chu asleep?"

"Ah...no...not yet," Yunmu didn't expect that Mo Chi would take the initiative to talk to herself. The expression on her face was a little bewildered at first, but when she came back to her senses, she hurriedly said, a little flattered, "I'm about to Go make him a glass of milk..."

"It's getting late, you go to rest first, I'll be fine." Mo Chi looked at her

"This..." Mica didn't know what to say, and her thin white fingers twitched uneasily.After bowing her head in silence for a while, the woman seemed to have made some important decision. She gritted her teeth, looked up at the handsome young man in front of her, and said softly with a unique southern accent, "Then...that's troublesome." ...It's a little late..."

Mo Chi shook his head, his thin red lips hooked up slightly, and the sharp facial lines softened, he said, "No trouble."

After Yunca returned to her room, Mochi went to the kitchen to warm up a glass of milk, and then brought it to Yunchu's bedroom.

In the bedroom, Yun Chu was sitting by the bed, holding a recording pen in his hand, which played the audio of the teacher's class, and the sound was a bit noisy.

After hearing the sound of the door opening, Yun Chu raised his head and "looked" in the direction of the door: "Mom?"

"It's me." Mo Chi said, and walked over with the milk. When Yun Chu heard it was Mo Chi's voice, he turned off the recorder in his hand, "Mo Chi, why is it you?"

"Aunt Yun has gone to rest. I'll come and deliver milk to you." The voice of the boy in the quiet bedroom was low and gentle, like a feather gently brushing Yun Chu's cochlea, causing a palpitating itch.

"Oh..." Yunchu replied dryly, and Mochi put the warm milk into his hands: "Drink while it's hot."

The warm milk had a faint fishy smell, sweet all the way into his heart, Mo Chi sat by the bed, looked at the circle of milk stains on Yun Chu's lips, his eyes dimmed.

"It's getting late, you've been in the car all day today, you should go to bed earlier." The gentle voice was slightly hoarse.

Yun Chu put down the cup in his hand: "You too."

"Good night."

"Good night."