Chapter 619: Taking the Second Young Master Away
“Brother, I don’t...”
“Listen to me.”
Mo Tingshen stopped him.
The servant who was serving Mo Suizhi immediately went to the kitchen happily and had to pass by the dining room. At this time, the two owners in the restaurant and the trembling servants beside them all said nothing and remained silent in a tacit understanding. .
But in this silence, there is a smell of death.
Mo Li and Ling Wei sat and stood, each looking unhappy.
Especially Mo Li, since he heard Mo Tingshen's voice, he didn't even have the courage to see the real person. The sound alone made him panic and bewildered, and his mind was so empty that he couldn't think of any calculations.
Ling Wei, on the other hand, looked at him coldly, even with a strong sense of ridicule on his face.
The servant carefully walked around into the kitchen and communicated with the chef in a low voice.
Fortunately, there was millet porridge to cook in the morning, and the chef scooped out a bowl and gave me two beef buns and shrimp soup.
Mo Tingshen pushed Mo Suizhi into the living room, where he sat sideways on the sofa. The two of them were at right angles, with half a coffee table in between.
Mo Suizhi wanted to say something, but the servant came over with breakfast and placed them one by one on the coffee table.
"Eat." Mo Ting nodded deeply.
The coffee table is liftable and has a button on the side to lift it to the same height as the dining table.
Mo Suizhi ate a bun with millet porridge and tried to negotiate: "Brother——"
"Eat yours."
Mo Tingshen took out the cigarette case and took out a cigarette. After lighting the root, he leaned back and tilted his upper body to the side intentionally. The hand holding the cigarette was far away from Mo Suizhi.
The atmosphere now is too weird, really weird.
There was no movement at the restaurant.
You can even hear the sound of the wind blowing from which direction clearly. Mo Suizhi gradually couldn't hold it anymore. He always felt that his scalp was numb in the silence. After eating another bun, he gave up.
“Brother, I really can’t eat any more.”
Mo Tingshen habitually raised the hand holding the cigarette, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a cigarette burning between his fingers. The red star paused, then changed his hand and pointed at the coffee table, "Drink half of the soup."
The servant handed over the spoon with great discernment.
Mo Suizhi had no choice but to scoop spoonful after spoonful into his mouth, drinking and biting. He drank half of it obediently, took out all the shrimps in the soup and ate them.
The servant folded a tissue with great discernment and wiped Mo Suizhi's mouth.
"Take the second young master to the backyard." Mo Tingshen said suddenly.
Mo Suizhi was stunned for a moment, then glanced towards the restaurant at the back as if he was aware of it, "Brother, I have something to say——"
"You don't need to say it."
Mo Tingshen seemed not to give him a chance to say a complete sentence.
He was feeling irritable at the moment, otherwise he wouldn't have smoked to suppress it. Some of the tinder he had buried was igniting, but his anger shouldn't be directed at Mo Suizhi.
After saying that, Mo Suizhi's expression changed obviously, and Mo Tingshen softened his tone: "This has nothing to do with you, don't think about it too much, I'll leave in a while, I just finished eating For breakfast, go to the back to eat.”
Mo Suizhi held the armrest and clasped his fingers secretly under the armrest. Only he could hear the scratching sound of his nails.
After a moment of silence, he said, "I'll stay with you. We haven't spoken for a long time."
He originally wanted to avoid it, not wanting to face his parents' quarrel.
But Mo Tingshen was here, but he wanted to stay.
At the moment I couldn’t tell what the sudden bad feeling was.
(End of this chapter)