Chapter 210 Damn it, I’m your mother
Mo Guangyang looked at Mo Yan who was found, his eyes narrowed slightly.
What a pity, how was he found? That old man is also in the way, so why stop him?
The old man looked at young Nan Jia and felt a little weird: "Are you the mother of the child?"
Nan Jia nodded and thanked: "Yes, thank you for helping me stop the child."
"It's okay, please watch the child carefully next time and don't be so careless."
"Okay, thank you very much."
Nan Jia looked at Mo Yan who didn't realize his mistake. , she reasoned with him: "You can't just run around, you are so good-looking It seems that human traffickers like to capture young children like you. After being captured, they may break your legs and make you beg for your organs. Take it off."
Nan Jia deliberately used a fierce tone to intimidate Mo Yan.
Mo Yan looked at the stupid woman who was putting on a show in front of him, with a sneer in his eyes.
Nan Jia stretched out her hand and pulled Mo Yan towards the vegetable market: "There are still chicken wings that I haven't bought yet."
She took her two children and walked back to buy again.
After buying things, they followed Nanjia home.
Looking at the dilapidated community, Mo Guangyang also had the thought of leaving.
After entering the house, Nanjia started cooking. After a while, the aroma filled the house.
Mo Guangyang couldn't help but run to the kitchen and sniffed.
It was the first time he smelled such fragrant food.
"Are you hungry? You'll be ready soon."
Mo Guangyang was waiting at the dining table early, waiting for the meal to be served.
Nan Jia put the dishes on the table and started eating.
Mo Guangyang ate a pork rib, and he was instantly captured by Nan Jia's cooking skills: "It's delicious!"
He decided not to leave. Even though the financial situation of this restaurant was not good, Nanjia’s cooking skills were enough to keep him.
Although Mo Yan said nothing, he also approved of Nan Jia's cooking skills in his heart.
When there was only the last piece of ribs left, Nanjia picked it up with chopsticks. Mo Guangyang stared at Nan Jia's chopsticks. He felt that Nan Jia had given them to him.
But Nanjia unceremoniously put the ribs into his bowl.
Mo Guangyang was a little confused. It turned out that it was not a battle between him and Mo Yan.
After the meal, Nanjia looked at the two children and started to have a headache.
There are only two bedrooms in the house, how to allocate them.
Nanjia asked: "Will you two sleep on the same bed today? Tomorrow I will change the bed into an upper and lower bed."
"No, I want to sleep in one by myself. House." Mo Yan refused simply and decisively, emphasizing his attitude by emphasizing his final tone.
He wants to sleep in a room by himself, not a bed.
He would not sleep in the same room as Mo Guangyang.
Nan Jia thought for a while and asked tentatively: "Then you sleep in the same room with me?"
"I don't like it"
Mo Yan thought he was like this For such an unreasonable request, Nanjia would definitely be cold-faced, scold herself for being ignorant, and regret taking her home from the orphanage.
Nanjia sighed, and then said: "Forget it, I'll sleep on the sofa."
There was no trace of impatience or anger on her face, she just accepted it happily.
Mo Yan raised his eyes and looked at Nan Jia, she was too easy to bully, wasn't she?
Agreed without any reaction?
Mo Guangyang on the side did not say anything, because he also hoped to have a room of his own, which would be more convenient and comfortable, and he could even do some hidden things.
"Then you will sleep in my room from now on"
"Yeah"
Nan Jia has always known that Mo Yan likes to be alone and doesn't like to be in contact with strangers. Nan Jia had already guessed that Mo Yan didn't want to be with Mo Guangyang, so she was prepared.
And Nanjia didn't like sleeping in the same bed with others, so she didn't propose sleeping in the same room as Mo Guangyang at all.
Nanjia found two new sets of quilts from her closet. She gave one set of quilts to the guest room and kept the other set on her bed.
She carried her quilt and pillow to the sofa.
"Okay, good night, you guys go to bed early. Mom will make porridge for you when you get up tomorrow morning."
Mo Guangyang said: "Okay, good night."
" Good night”
Late at night, in the stillness of the night, when the lone moon hangs high.
Mo Yan did not fall asleep. When the time was right, he slowly stood up, turned around and walked out.
Passing by the living room and looking at Nan Jia curled up on the sofa, Mo Yan was stunned for a moment.
Mo Yan walked to Nan Jia and whispered: "Next time, find an obedient child. Keep your eyes open."
Mo Yan walked toward the door. , seeing that the master had walked to the door of the room, the survivor hurriedly woke Nanjia up.
Nanjia was frightened, and she hurriedly opened her eyes.
Looking at Mo Yan at the door, she did not question. She pretended not to know Mo Yan's intention and asked slowly: "Why are you up? Are you hungry? Let me warm you a glass of milk."
Mo Yan looked at the room nearby He opened the door and looked at Nanjia, who was only two steps away from him. He calculated the probability that he could escape.
In the end he decided to stay and wait for an opportunity before leaving.
Mo Yan responded: "Yeah"
Nanjia pulled him to the kitchen, and she asked: "Milk, do you want to add sugar?"
"No"
Nanjia nodded, and she was minding her own business. After putting a small spoonful of sugar into the milk, she said: "I'd better put a little sugar for you, children love sweet things."
Mo Yan frowned, what was the point of her asking me? Too busy?
Nan Jia glanced at Mo Yan's frowning brows with his peripheral vision, and Nan Jia felt very comfortable with his dissatisfied expression. If he wakes her up so late, she will be angry with him.
In the end, Mo Yan was forced to drink a bowl of sweet milk.
Nan Jia threw the pots and bowls into the sink and urged Mo Yan to go to bed.
When they got up the next morning, Nanjia called them to get up and have breakfast.
Nan Jia warned them: "Mom will go out to find a job in a while. You two should stay at home. Don't open the door to strangers, and don't go out casually."
Nan Jia's last sentence The words were completely meant for Mo Yan, but Mo Yan wouldn't listen.
After washing the dishes, Nanjia came out of the kitchen and saw Mo Yan holding her phone in his hand. She walked over and praised, "Mo Mo, are you so obedient? You also know how to help mom find the phone in advance."
Mo Yan clenched his hands, did this man really think of himself as his mother?
Mo Yan took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and walked into the room.
Nan Jia looked at his back and did not call him.
She asked Qiu Shengsheng: "Did he just call me to contact someone else?"
It was impossible for Mo Yan to touch her things for no reason. He must have wanted to do something with his mobile phone.
“Yeah”
Nan Jia was a little surprised: “Isn’t he an orphan? How come there is still anyone I can contact?”
The Survivor laughed: “Hehe, Nan Nan, you need to discover this yourself.”
Nan Jia narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling that Mo Yan’s identity must not be a simple orphan.
Survivors keep Mo Yan's identity secret like this. Mo Yan's identity is definitely not simple.
(End of this chapter)