your little tail

night, silence.

It was past twelve o'clock, Mo Jingyu thought that Ji Ling had already fallen asleep, and opened the door lightly, for fear of disturbing the little tiger's dream.

After entering the door, the lights in the house were still on.

Ji Ling was still watching TV.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Mo Jingyu asked.

no answer.

Mo Jingyu walked over and glanced at the title of the program on the TV screen - "The Millionaire Who Gets Rich by Raising Pigs".

"..."

Mo Jingyu patted Ji Ling's head, "I can't tell, you really care about the pig industry."

Same as last time, Ji Ling still turned on the TV temporarily, and I don't know why the TV likes to free pigs.

Ji Ling looked up casually, "Why are you back so late today?"

"Something." Mo Jingyu smiled, "Are you waiting for me?"

"I didn't wait for you." Ji Ling turned off the TV, got up and walked to the bedroom.

Mo Jingyu grabbed Ji Ling's wrist and pulled her back.

Mo Jingyu's hands were locked behind Ji Ling's waist, and his forehead rested on Ji Ling's. "I'm very happy that you can wait for me."

Ji Ling said awkwardly: "I told you that I didn't wait for you."

Mo Jingyu touched the tip of Ji Ling's small nose with her lips.He smiled and said, "Then my little friend should go to bed first, and I'll come right after I take a shower."

"I'm not your little friend!" Ji Ling lowered her head, her cheeks were flushed, and her tone was milky.

Mo Jingyu's heart turned into a puddle of sugar water, bubbling sweetly.

a little.

Ji Ling moved his nose suddenly, and sniffed on Mo Jingyu's shoulder.

There was momentary doubt in his eyes. "Why do you have a strange smell?"

Mo Jingyu: "What's the smell?"

Ji Ling's nose wrinkled, "It smells bad."

"..."

Mo Jingyu supported Ji Ling's shoulder, turned her half a circle, and pushed her out with force.

The tone was resentful: "I'm going to take a bath."

People who are liked say that they have a bad smell, but few people can bear it.

When Mo Jingyu went to bed after taking a shower, Ji Ling had already fallen asleep, so she must be really sleepy.

Even though he was sleepy, he pretended to watch TV.

The softness in Mo Jingyu's heart was teased and touched.Unable to control herself, she leaned over and kissed Ji Ling's nose.

Ji Ling threw away the pillow in her arms, and hugged Mo Jingyu's hand instead.

Only then did Mo Jingyu realize that the pillow on his side was missing.

She smiled, put the pillow back in place, and lay down.

Ji Ling seemed to have an automatic positioning function. He was clearly asleep, but he was able to get into Mo Jingyu's arms precisely at the same moment Mo Jingyu lay down.

Mo Jingyu held him in his arms and whispered softly, "Good night, my little tiger."

Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun reflected a beautiful red glow.

Ji Ling put the heavy book in his hand back on the shelf and walked out of the study.

The screen of the mobile phone placed on the coffee table lit up, and it was a popular Weibo post.

Ji Ling seldom clicked on this kind of news, but for some reason, today he walked over by accident, leaned over to pick up the phone, and clicked on it.

The Weibo content is a gossip video with the title: "International movie star YUN returns to China, stays overnight in a hotel with an unknown woman, suspected of reconnecting with her ex-girlfriend."

In the video, first there is the scene of the pick-up at the airport. Two women with good temperament and good looks behave intimately. From a distance, it seems that there was a short-term dispute, but they quickly reconciled.Immediately, the screen switched to the entrance of a hotel, and the two walked in together.

That woman is Mo Jingyu?

Ji Ling suddenly recalled the awards ceremony she saw on TV that day, the actress named Yun said that she would come back to find her ex-girlfriend.

Is that person's ex-girlfriend Mo Jingyu?

It was because of this that Mo Jingyu came home late yesterday.

Ji Ling showed confusion on his face.

Because of this moment, she felt like a cloud, light and light.It seems that the limbs have lost feeling.Brain, heart, hands and feet, as if they don't belong to me, so limp that I don't need any effort.

At this time, the phone on the table turned on again.

It was news from Mo Jingyu——

[I have a social event today, so I may go back later.If you are sleepy, go to bed first, don't wait for me. ]

Ji Ling read those two lines of text several times before putting down the phone.

Staring blankly at the front, he became stunned.

For a long time.

Ji Ling touched his heart.

Why does it hurt a little here?

It was true that Mo Jingyu came back a bit late today, and did not enter the door until after eleven o'clock at night.

The house was pitch black, not as warm and bright as it used to be.

Mo Jingyu turned on the small light in the entrance, took off his windbreaker, and changed into the same style and different color house slippers as Ji Ling.

When Mo Jingyu walked inside, her steps were light and she barely made any noise.

When she turned on the crystal lamp in the living room, she suddenly found someone sitting on the sofa.

The corners of Mo Jingyu's lips curled up, and he walked over, jokingly said: "Sitting here in the dark, what do you want to do? You can't fall asleep thinking about me, right?"

Ji Ling looked up at Mo Jingyu, then looked away, and continued to maintain the posture just now, sitting motionless.There is no temperature on the face.

Mo Jingyu sat down next to Ji Ling and stroked her hair. "Why do children ignore people?"

"Don't touch me." Ji Ling spoke in a very low voice, which was quite different from her usual cute and cute voice.

Mo Jingyu's fingers trembled uncontrollably, and said softly, "What's wrong?"

Ji Ling didn't answer, and moved to the side, putting some distance away from Mo Jingyu.

Mo Jingyu frowned, and moved over there. "What are you kidding about?"

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

The air around him seemed to be still.

The long silence added a bit of depression to this frighteningly quiet space.

Mo Jingyu felt that Ji Ling's mood was not right, so he held her hand, and asked patiently, "Is it someone who made you unhappy? Tell me, can I vent your anger for you?"

Ji Ling raised his eyelids, looked at Mo Jingyu, and said in a cold voice, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child, do you need to coax me like this?"

Mo Jingyu was stunned. Ji Ling had always acted like a child, easy to deceive and coax, never had such a tone.

Ji Ling shook off Mo Jingyu's hand and sat on the other end of the sofa, not intending to talk to Mo Jingyu at all.

Mo Jingyu didn't know what happened, only stunned remained on his face.

The two sat on both sides of the sofa like this, each with their own thoughts, quietly, letting time flow.

I do not know how long it has been.

Mo Jingyu got up, sat down, grabbed Ji Ling's waist, and forced her to look at him. "What's the matter?"

Ji Ling grabbed a pillow and put it between herself and Mo Jingyu, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, her dark pupils were full of grievance and anger.

"You stay away from me!"

Finally, the emotional fuse ignited and exploded.

Mo Jingyu's face was also a little sick, and he held Ji Ling in his arms: "Why do you do this, there must be some reason?"

"I don't want you anymore, go away!" Ji Ling pressed the pillow in his hand against Mo Jingyu's body, and pushed her away vigorously.

"Stay away from me from now on!"

When Mo Jingyu heard such words, his gaze became sharp.He turned up suddenly, bound Ji Ling's hands, and pressed him on the sofa.

There was anger in his eyes, "Why do you not want me? Do you think I am your toy, you can throw it away if you don't want it?"

Ji Ling stared at Mo Jingyu without saying a word.

This confrontation for a long time.

Suddenly, Ji Ling's almond eyes were filled with mist.Soon, the eye sockets were filled with water.

One after another.

The hot beads slipped out one after another, wet the delicate and clean face like a porcelain doll.

Mo Jingyu panicked for a moment, and her tone softened: "Why are you crying?"

"Go away." Ji Ling's originally childish voice was mixed with a nasal voice, making it even more affectionate.

"I don't want to talk to you."

While speaking, tears burst out and poured out.

Mo Jingyu's heart seemed to have been pierced with many small holes, and it hurt extremely.

"Did you feel wronged? Tell me, okay?" she asked.

Ji Ling pursed her lips stubbornly, broke free from Mo Jingyu's restraint, and walked towards the bedroom.The chest was still pumping.

She was about to close the door when suddenly a hand came in from the outside and got stuck in the crack of the door.

Being pinched by the door, Mo Jingyu gasped in pain.

Ji Ling stopped and pulled the wooden door open.

"What are you doing by putting your hand in the crack of the door!" Ji Ling was angry and anxious, tears falling even more.

Mo Jingyu didn't care about the pain in his hand, he took a few steps forward and hugged Ji Ling. "Tell me, why are you crying?"

"You stink."

Ji Ling's tears fell on Mo Jingyu's neck.

Mo Jingyu stroked Ji Ling's back with his palm, once and for all, very gently.

"You cry so sadly because you think I stink?"

"I don't like the smell on your body." Ji Ling's tears became more and more fierce, "Stop pestering me."

Mo Jingyu gently wiped Ji Ling's delicate face with her fingertips, and coaxed softly: "Then tell me what smell you don't like, can I change it to another one?"

"I don't like any flavor."

Ji Ling is like an unreasonable brat at the moment, neither can this, nor that, and yet, he doesn't say what he wants.

Mo Jingyu threatened: "The kid is disobedient, he will be spanked."

Ji Ling grabbed Mo Jingyu's collar and wiped the tears from his face.

Mo Jingyu thought that this trick worked, and secretly delighted.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Ji Ling changed his face again, pushed her away, and walked into the cloakroom sullenly.

Mo Jingyu followed in, only to see Ji Ling spread a suitcase on the ground, and began to throw clothes into it one by one.

The author has something to say: Jibao: I won’t say it, I won’t say it, I just want you to guess.

Grinding Whale: Heh, woman.