Chapter 1305 He Chen Was Disliked

Chapter 1305 He Chen Was Disliked

Here, He Yanyi went to the window to make dinner, while He Yanmo took out his phone and opened WeChat.

It's already late August, why hasn't brother Yin come back...

She hadn't seen him for over a year.

There was a trace of loneliness in He Yanmo's eyes, and his eyes became much dimmer.

Suddenly, someone bumped into the corner of the table, and He Yanmo raised his eyes, and in front of him was a red-faced boy who was hesitatingly trying to strike up a conversation with her, "You, hello, my name is Han Cheng, may I ask if you have any?" ...Is that...is there..."

He Yanmo put down the phone, and answered the call patiently with her chin in her hands, "Do you want to ask me if I have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, yes, do you have any?"

He Yanmo said casually: "Sorry, minors are not allowed to fall in love."

"Well……"

Han Cheng, who came to strike up a conversation, was speechless at this answer.

Is it written into the law that minors cannot fall in love?

Otherwise... why did she speak so confidently?

Do minors still fall in love?

At the age of twelve, his little niece began to pretend to be trapped by love!

The education of Xiaohua's family...is it so strict?

Han Cheng turned around and ran away disheartened, He Yanmo shrugged nonchalantly, and continued to look down at the phone.

The excuse of being a minor is a good one, and it has been tried and tested.

Not long after, He Yanyi put two identical dishes on the table, and was about to speak when He Yanmo's phone rang.

"Hello, handsome dad."

At the other end is the daughter Nu He Chen.

Hearing He Yanmo's gentle call, He Chen took a puff of smoke, "Girl, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, I just arrived at the cafeteria." He Yanmo leaned against the back of the chair, "You call at this time, what can you do?"

He Chen crossed his legs and leaned on the edge of the table, and said in a mysterious tone, "Going home tonight?"

"The school doesn't let you stay out at night."

He Chen chuckled, his voice was always pampering, "Need me to call your principal?"

"get out of class ends at five." He Yanmo pouted, "Brother and I go back together?"

He Chen said: "He can do whatever he wants, I'll let your Uncle Yong come over at 4:30."

After hanging up the phone, He Yanyi asked, "What's wrong?"

"Father asked us to go home at night and didn't say anything. I guess he made Mom angry again."

...

In the evening, the brothers and sisters of the He family returned to the old house as promised.

The two of them didn't see He Chen when they entered the door, only their mother Yin Mo was sitting on the sofa and making a phone call.

He Yanmo swayed to her side in a loose and thin sweater, sat down and began to peel the oranges, and stuffed them into Yin Mo's mouth after peeling.

This is the habit of the He family. Regardless of gender, the whole family loves their mistress like a child.

The handsome dad said that their mother's brain is not very good, so they must not make her angry, otherwise the rice, food and capital chain will be cut off.

At this moment, Yin Mo ate half a slice of orange, held up his mobile phone and said with a smile: "Qiaoqiao, let's not talk to you for now, I will go to the laboratory to find you tomorrow, and we will talk about it then."

He Yanmo leaned on the sofa, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Mom, where is my dad?"

"Speak well."

He Yanmo raised his shoulders, "Mother, where is my father?"

Yin Mo poked her on the forehead with a smile, "He's upstairs in the study."

"A visitor?"

Yin Mo cleared his throat, pretending to be mysterious and said: "It's a distinguished guest."

The brothers and sisters of the He family looked at each other and said in unison: "Godfather?"

Generally speaking, besides godmother Li Qiao, the only "guest" her mother calls is Shang Shaoyan.

But this time, Yin Mo touched his daughter's cheek, "You will know if you go up and have a look."

He Yanmo's personality is most similar to He Chen's. She fed Yin Mo two more oranges, then got up and said, "Then listen to you. I'll go and see how expensive this distinguished guest is."

Upstairs to the study room, the door is ajar.

He Yanmo walked over lightly and listened attentively.

But for a long time, there was no movement in the study. She grabbed the ponytail and took a small step forward with her waist bent.

Still nothing.

He Yanmo frowned, and gently poked open the door to probe inside.

I didn't see her handsome father, but there was a black figure sitting at the desk with his back to her.

Congratulations, Mo Hong's lips parted slightly, her heart beat inexplicably faster in an indescribable feeling.

Without any further hesitation, she pretended to knock on the door and walked forward step by step.

In the study room, there was an indistinct medicinal fragrance wafting around.

Seventeen-year-old He Yanmo, staring intently at the figure from behind, gradually approached.

From behind him, walking to his side, the outline of the profile of the face reflected in the pupil gradually became clearer.

He Yanmo put one hand on the edge of the table, stood in front of Shang Yin, didn't speak, just looked at him like that.

Shang Yin folded his legs and was still playing with the crystal bracelet in his hand. He slightly raised his eyes, and there was a gentle smile in his dark eyes, "Don't you know?"

He Yanmo still remained silent, and drew circles with her fingertips on the corner of the table. She stood with her eyes downcast, covering the dark red corners of her eyes.

Shang Yin sighed softly, and put the somewhat ancient crystal bracelet on her wrist again, "Momo, I'm back."

He Yanmo grabbed his finger immediately, "You didn't come back on August 7th, and you didn't come back on August 17th..."

"Something was delayed, and I apologize to you?"

He Yanmo turned her back and lightly stroked the crystal on her wrist, "Then I..."

Before the words were finished, footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the door.

He Yanmo shook off Shang Yin's hand, took two steps back and stood beside the bookshelf, smiled and winked at Shang Yin.

The two of them kept an appropriate distance apart as if they knew each other, so that when He Chen entered the door, he always felt that the atmosphere was particularly strange.

Say ambiguous, they are very far apart.

It's not appropriate to talk about warmth.

He Chen's narrow and sharp eyes shuttled back and forth between Shang Yin and He Yanmo, "Why don't you speak? Both of you have amnesia?"

The two cubs grew up together wearing crotch pants since childhood. How clingy is He Yanmo to Shang Yin? Does he, as a father, know?

How did this grow up and become rusty? !

He Yanmo has always been generous and frank, but at this moment she rubbed her toes on the ground, and said with a young girl's Huaichun expression: "Dad, I don't have amnesia, don't talk nonsense..."

He Chen sat down and narrowed his eyes inexplicably, "Be normal, who did you learn to do this?"

He Yanmo glanced at her father and tried to explain, "I've always been like this..."

"You didn't act like this when you gambled on a stool in a casino." He Chen mercilessly exposed He Yanmo's true face, "Go downstairs to play with your mother, I'll talk to your brother Yin about something. "

"oh."

He Yanmo turned around embarrassingly, and took a deep look at the handsome Shang Yin where He Chen couldn't see.

I haven't seen him for more than a year, I miss him so much.

But in front of her shrewd father, she didn't dare to be too presumptuous...

He Yanmo couldn't help thinking, she had to find a way to send him away.

This father is a little in the way.

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