Love Letters

The one knocking on the door was Xu Mobai's family?

No, why should she hide?

Is she so shameful?

The current situation is a dilemma.

It's a bit embarrassing, like being discovered by someone's parents when they are in a premature relationship...

But since she had already come in, it was not convenient for her to leave now.

So she started looking around Xu Mobai's room.

His room was big, empty, and most importantly, clean.

Is this the boys' room?

He Miao felt a little hot and her cheeks turned slightly red.

His room is much cleaner and tidier than hers.

He Miao felt that he didn't know where to sit and was afraid of dirtying his room.

There are many books on the shelves...both Chinese and foreign.

From ancient books, classic literary works to English works, and words it doesn't recognize...

He Miao was a little surprised. How could he read so many books?

On the table was a piece of yellowish silk, next to it was a Duan inkstone, and there were several brushes in the pen holder.

In the corner is a photo frame, a personal photo of Xu Mobai, looking young and immature... He really has a good-looking face.

There was also a pair of glasses next to it... He Miao remembered the last time she came here, Xu Mobai looked like he was wearing glasses, it was a completely different feeling.

She looked carefully for a while and saw something that looked like a photo in a book.

Just when I was about to take a look, there was a sudden loud noise outside.

She opened the door a little and saw a tall middle-aged man through the crack.

"When will you come with me to Country M?"

The man's voice was low and full of authority that brooked no resistance.

"Don't go."

Xu Mobai didn't even raise his eyelids, and without thinking, he directly rejected coldly.

The middle-aged man's eyes became gloomy, "Do you know what you are doing?"

He stared at the young man in front of him with a cold expression and asked in a deep voice.

Xu Mobai looked back at him without any fear.

“I know exactly what I want and what I’m doing.”

He paused, a mocking smile on his lips, "On the contrary, you have forgotten what you promised, right?"

Hearing this, the man's eyes were filled with danger, "Is it your mother..."

"Don't mention her."

Xu Mobai's dark and slightly cold eyebrows met his, and there was a strong stubbornness between their brows.

"You are not qualified."

"I am your father!"

Xu Zhancheng suddenly roared.

Xu Mobai still had no expression on his face, "You don't deserve it."

The man's breathing became heavy, and his eyes stared at him as if he wanted to stare a hole through his face.

Their eyes met, and neither of them gave in. The atmosphere around them became depressing and heavy, and even the air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder.

He Miao recognized him as the uncle he had seen at school before.

He was talking to Xu Mobai that day...it turned out that he was his father.

Although there was only a crack in the door and although he was not looking at her, He Miao was still creeped out by his gaze and could not help but frown.

This was the second time He Miao saw Xu Mobai's father. Never before, at least in He Miao's memory, neither of his parents had come.

His father is still in good shape, looks very stern when he has a cold face, and wears gold-rimmed glasses, looking like a gentleman.

His father was wearing a neat suit, which looked different from what He Dahai wore. The suit was tailor-made for him, as if he was born to wear it.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his facial features were distinct and deep, especially his pair of black eyes that were like two pools of deep water, somewhat similar to the person in front of him.

Even at his age, you can still see the charm of his youth.

Xu Mobai raised his eyes to meet the middle-aged man's sharp gaze, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

"Have you ever fulfilled your responsibilities as a father? Have you ever fulfilled your duties as a husband?"

"It was your mother who was asking for a divorce!"

Xu Zhancheng had a hint of sarcasm on his face: "You all want to leave me."

"After the high school entrance exam, you suddenly had a brain cramp and ran to such a small place. I thought you wanted to escape from me just like your mother."

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and said in a cold tone, "In the end, you still went after others. Are you willing to be trapped in a place like this?"

"Why are you also learning to bring women home?"

Xu Zhancheng glanced at the shoes at the door and suddenly sneered, "You said you wanted to stay away from me..."

"You really have the same blood as me in your bones."

He just looks like a decent person, but he never says a good word.

"I'm different from you."

Xu Mobai vehemently denied it.

"What's different?"

"My mother doesn't love you anymore, and she won't come back to you..."

Before he could finish his words, he received a loud slap in the face.

Xu Mobai's already fair face immediately showed marks. "What's the difference? You are my and her son, I know you best."

He suddenly grabbed Xu Mobai's neck and said, "As for your mother, she will regret leaving me. I will make her regret it."

He Miao was anxious in the room.

Xu Mobai is sick, otherwise he would never be so passive.

His body is still in a sick state and his skin is frighteningly pale.

"Then let's see who regrets it."

Xu Mobai pushed the man away with force.

Xu Zhancheng stumbled, looking at this boy who was taller than him and whose appearance was inherited from him and that woman...

He suddenly laughed, "That girl's name is He Miao, right?"

Seeing Xu Mobai's expression change slightly, he smiled even more wantonly, "Do you think she knows your true face?"

As he said this, he walked towards the room.

Xu Mobai reacted quickly and grabbed the man immediately.

"I told you not to touch her."

Seeing that the man was still about to take action, He Miao suddenly rushed out of the room.

Seeing her, the man was surprised, then he remembered, "I didn't expect you to run backwards..."

Before he could finish his words, a cup of hot tea was poured on him.

The hot brown tea soaked, stained, and ruined his white shirt…

It must be expensive!

As soon as he finished, He Miao clenched the cup and stood there in a daze, a little at a loss.

"He Miao, run!"

"it is good!"

He Miao reacted and ran away immediately.

I ran to the entrance and suddenly remembered that I seemed to have left something behind.

He turned back and then pulled Xu Mobai to run together.

At the beginning, He Miao was leading Xu Mobai, and as they ran, Xu Mobai began to lead her in front.

The two stopped at a park.

"Why do you always like to drag people along?"

Xu Mobai looked at her and a low laugh escaped from his throat.

"If you can't fight, just run away. I'm used to it."

Since she was a child, in order to avoid Zhang Meili's stick, she has already trained herself to run away at any time.

Hearing this, Xu Mobai seemed to be unable to help himself and suddenly smiled, followed by another burst of muffled laughter.

"That's my home. I'll go back sooner or later."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot."

He Miao realized it later, "Then wait until he leaves and then go back by yourself..."

"I am a patient now, and since you brought me out, shouldn't you be responsible for everything?"

Without waiting for her to finish, Xu Mobai hugged her tightly, not because of an accident, nor because of some bloody encounter.

Just a very normal hug, very tight.

"Miaomiao."

Hearing this, He Miao was stunned. Although it was not the first time she heard him call her like that, it was the first time she was awake.

"Did you yell the right thing this time? Did you get confused?"

He Miao reached out and touched his forehead, which was still a little hot.

"It's not Meow Meow, it's not Miao Miao, and it's not Miao Miao."

"Ah."

Xu Mobai admitted silently.