In the name of father

On this sunny and windy morning, when the butler who had just prepared breakfast looked up, he saw his second young master walking down from the second floor like a walking corpse with his eyes vacant, taking extremely ethereal steps.

Xiao Yan followed behind his brother expressionlessly. Compared with Xiao Yan's chicken coop-like hair in front of him, Dang's brother's hair was combed meticulously. He carried his schoolbag squarely on his shoulders and carried a It doesn't look that heavy - you can guess it is Xiao Yan's schoolbag with your toes.

Seeing the butler's worried gaze, Xiao Yan smiled and called out very politely: "Morning Amber."

"Eldest Young Master, good morning; Second Young Master, you also—"

Second Young Master, what the hell happened to you?

As if he didn't notice the doubtful gaze cast by the housekeeper, Xiao Yan sighed heavily, and sat down on the edge of the table with his shoulders drooping.

At this moment, the bear child's face is gloomy, his eyes are slack, and there is a layer of light blue dark circles under his eyes. He has completely changed from the cockfighting look he had before going upstairs last night, as if he has been punctured by someone. It sank limply in the chair like a rubber ball.His eyes wandered, he reached out and grabbed a piece of toast, looked at it, put it down - picked up a bottle of butter, looked at it, put it down again - picked up a glass of milk, put it under his nose this time and sniffed it like a puppy , and then again, let go.

Xiao Mo, who was sitting on the edge of the table drinking porridge, was dumbfounded watching the series of moves that were standard for snake spirit disease.

Just when Xiao Mo was about to ask his son how he was doing with his face full of spectators, Xiao Yan, who was carrying two schoolbags, also sat down next to Xiao Yan. Cowardly.

Sit down in your own seat honestly and drink your own porridge.

And after Xiao Yan gave Xiao Mo that less than half-second glance from the corner of his eye, he began to eat his egg and ham sandwich without looking sideways. The older brother in the middle acted as if he hadn't found anything.

The whole breakfast was as quiet as if their family was eating arsenic, and the atmosphere was particularly heavy.

As the only noisy person in the family who can hardly be called "active atmosphere", Xiao Yan is sticky like rat poison today, staring at the empty plate in a daze, with that cute and handsome face Gloomy, filled with the rhythm of "Stay away from strangers", "Don't ask me what happened", "Whoever asks who dies"——

It's just unfortunate that sitting next to Xiao Yan right now, there happened to be Xiao Mo who was fearless, very curious, and very talkative.

After waiting for a while, Xiao Mo, who finally couldn't hold back, made a move. Against the high-energy warning aura floating over from Xiao Yan, the man put down the porridge bowl in his hand unhurriedly, first picked up the napkin and elegantly Wiping his mouth, his gaze swept across the table and finally settled on the plate containing the toast... Xiao Mo paused, and kindly took a piece of toast that had already been spread with butter and jam and put it in In Xiao Yan's bowl, he thought he asked in a very natural way: "Son, you last night—"

Hit a ghost?

Xiao Mo couldn't finish his sentence, because when he said the first two words, the person sitting at the table jumped up from the table as if he had been poked at a certain G-spot!

At this moment, Xiao Yan's face was pale, and his beautiful amber eyes were full of panic. He quickly glanced at the blank-faced black-haired man sitting by the table, as if he had really seen a ghost this time. Trembling suddenly, he retracted his eyes, bent down and grabbed the schoolbag Xiao Yan threw at his feet without hesitation, threw down the sentence "I'm full" in a panic, turned around and rushed out the door, a series of The movements were done in one go, like clouds and flowing water. After 30 seconds, there was a loud sound of the big iron gate of the yard being slammed shut outside the door!

"..."

Everyone in the house, silent.

Among them, Xiao Mo is the most silent one——what is this for?I just started!

Xiao Mo, who cared about the child with good intentions but was treated like this, said that his self-esteem was hurt, and he glanced at Xiao Yan who was still sitting at the table aggrievedly, Xiao Yan...Of course Xiao Yan ignored him, the young master of the Xiao family He didn't raise his head, except for Xiao Yan's hand movement when he slammed the door, he didn't even shake his eyebrows from the beginning to the end, until he ate his breakfast slowly and drank the water in his cup. Then he wiped his mouth, stood up and put his schoolbag back on his back, and threw down a neutral sentence: "Xiao Yan had a wet dream for the first time last night."

There was a pause on Xiao Mo's face.

Xiao Yan raised the corner of his lips and showed a contemptuous smile: "Do you want to say something?"

"What did I say?" Xiao Mo raised his eyelids and glanced at the eldest son inexplicably, "Did he call my name?"

Xiao Yan: "..."

Xiao Mo's face was serious: "Then it's none of my business."

It's almost impossible to communicate. Say hello to your home planet Namek for me.Xiao Yan turned around, decisively ended the conversation to protect his IQ, and gave his father a cold stare with a blank face: "Anyway, that's it, if there is nothing else, I will leave?"

"Wait!" Xiao Mo paused, "Do you want the cook to bring your brother some... red bean soup?"

Xiao Yan: "..."

Xiao Mo: "Huh? Do you want it?"

I imagined what Xiao Yan's expression would be like when he opened the lunch box at noon and found red bean soup inside. Xiao Yan's iceberg face finally collapsed. He sighed, curled his lips helplessly and said "boring". He walked out the door without looking back, leaving Xiao Mo ruthlessly sitting on the spot alone.

It wasn't until Xiao Yan's back disappeared into the gate that the black-haired man numbly raised his hand and touched his chin——

He, Xiao Mo, went through the ten seconds of sacred self-reflection time before going to bed last night, and decided to seriously reform himself and be a good person... No, he decided to take good care of being a father——

As a result, why did he have a good attitude and a good father status this morning, but he still ended up being smeared by these two brats?This is not rigorous and unscientific... But then again, so is Xiao Yan, that stinky child, isn't it just a wet dream, which cute boy has never had a wet dream, he has to be so whole that the sky will fall down and there will be no tomorrow next second It's like the end of the world, what's going on?

It's like seeing a ghost after one glance at Lao Tzu—it's impolite! ! ! ! ! !

Xiao Mo sat alone at the table with a toothache and pondered over the parenting scriptures, but in the end he couldn't come up with any bullshit conclusions, so he could only push his fault to the conclusion that "these two children are not ordinary people".

At this time, Xiao Qi, a man in a suit, came down from the stairs and called out "Master Mo". Xiao Mo was taken aback, then stood up, stretched his waist with small movements, and his movements were as lazy as a bird preparing to go to the sun. A feline strolling underneath.

Seeing the black-haired man's expression, Xiao Qi, who was about to walk over, was stunned again - his eyes, uncontrollably, stayed on the man's slender and slender neck that was too exposed due to the stretching action.

Probably because Xiao Qi's gaze was too strange, Xiao Mo inexplicably raised his hand and touched his neck: "Why?"

Xiao Qi lowered his eyes, hiding all the emotions in his eyes, he walked forward silently, reached out and gently took a short black hair from the collar of Xiao Mo's shirt, and spread it out in the palm of his hand for the man to see clearly : "It's nothing, I just saw a piece of hair on Mo Ye's collar."

Xiao Mo let out an oh, and said thank you. At this time, the doorbell rang outside the door, remembering that the treadmill ordered last night had probably arrived, Xiao Mo hurriedly answered the door with the housekeeper, walked to the door, and then turned around. Called Xiao Qi, who was still standing still for some unknown reason, to come over to help.

……

For the next morning, Xiao Mo could not extricate himself from the new treadmill.

Although what he now has is a tattered body that starts to lose breath after running for 5 minutes and then starts to soften in 10 minutes, but he is confident that as long as he perseveres, his beautiful muscles and strong arms will return sooner or later. His body... Uh, just thinking about it, I'm a little excited!

Just when Xiao Mo was immersed in the beautiful fantasy of the future, he saw Xiao Qi come out of the house in a hurry, Xiao Mo didn't think much, just asked casually: "Where is this going?"

Xiao Qi paused, looking a little surprised that the man would ask this, he glanced at him, paused, and looked at the man running slowly on the treadmill, under the sun, he always felt that his black hair It was extremely dazzling, and he was stunned for a while, before answering honestly under Xiao Mo's urging eyes: "The young master's school called just now..."

"Oh," Xiao Mo lowered his eyes, and turned off the treadmill smoothly. When he got off the treadmill, his steps were a little swaying and his legs were a little soft. Fortunately, he grabbed the armrest of the treadmill in time and calmly so that he didn't kneel down to Xiao Qi on the spot. Going on, at this moment, the black-haired man had to pretend to be very calm, "What happened to that stinky boy Xiao Yan?"

Xiao Qi: "..."

Xiao Mo: "What's the shock? Xiao Yan can't be the one who can make the teacher call to complain at a time like this?"

Thinking about it, it seems to be the same, some don't understand why he has become fussy lately, Xiao Qi frowned self-consciously, then lowered his eyes and replied respectfully: "Returning to Master Mo, the second young master was fighting with someone at school. , broke his head, so..."

Xiao Mo uttered again, thought for a while and felt that he was a little short of words, let go of the armrest of the treadmill, wiped his hands on his clothes, and then the man did not lift his head, and suddenly asked without beginning and end: "Last night Has the matter over there been settled?"

"It's almost not settled yet. Before dark tonight, I should be able to..."

"Then go and watch them." Xiao Mo interrupted Xiao Qi with a wave of his hand, "I'll go over to Xiao Yan's side myself."

"Master?"

"What happened to my son, how can I not show up?" What's more, this guy has not settled with him this morning for seeing Lao Tzu and seeing a ghost.Xiao Mo smiled, turned around and walked into the house while walking, "Wait until I take a shower to wash off the sweat on my body, you can wait for me here, 15 minutes is enough, and then you send me to Xiao Yan's school."

Xiao Qi: "..."

After walking two steps, there was no movement behind him, Xiao Mo raised his eyebrows subconsciously and turned around, but unexpectedly found that Xiao Qi was standing less than three meters behind him, staring at him blankly.

"Xiao Qi?"

"Master..."

Xiao Mo smiled slightly: "I have something to say."

"It's nothing." Xiao Qi quickly lowered his eyes, "I just feel that the Mo Lord seems to be a little different after waking up this time...but it's the good side."

Xiao Qi shut his mouth after he finished speaking. In his opinion, it was a big overstep to casually comment on the master's affairs. He even...had already made preparations to be sent to the execution hall by a man.

However, after Xiao Qi waited for a while, he found that nothing had happened—no anger, no questioning, and no sneer of disgust or contempt. A pair of bright black pupils, those eyes that seemed to never contain any emotion in his impression, were stained with an undisguised gentle smile at this moment.

"When a person lives again, there must be something different." The black-haired man raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said slowly and vaguely, "I can't go to the Lord of Hell and come back, and live my life in a daze."

……

Live in a muddle?

Xiao Qi was silent.

"Master Mo, are you unhappy?"

"It used to be probably... did you see the sunset, it was my lost youth."

"..." Xiao Qi raised his head silently and looked at the scorching sun at noon hanging high above his head.

"...It's just a joke, don't take it so seriously."

Xiao Mo looked at the black face of the man in the suit, chuckled lightly, then said nothing, and walked into the room without looking back.