Chapter Ten: A Digression

  Mo Xiao was the kind of person with a rich imagination but not high IQ, after replying to the text message, there was no response from Yang Yanjie's side, and she became a bit anxious.

  She sent him several messages in a row, but he didn't respond at all, so Mo Xiao began to think wildly.

  Time slipped away in Mo Xiao's wild thoughts, the sun was about to bid farewell to people in the Eastern Hemisphere, and Mo Xiao was still thinking, perhaps even thinking of Mars.

  The night fell, and Mo Xiao Xiao finally woke up. She looked at her phone and exclaimed, "Oh no! It's already past 7 o'clock! My mom is about to come home, I need to cook dinner! That scoundrel Yang Yan Jie still hasn't replied to my text message.

  Just scolded Yang Yanjie in her heart, and then a text message came, with only one simple sentence:

  "Baby is sorry, just woke up and made you worry."

  Mo Xiao has the urge to scold his mother, silently reciting "impulse is the devil" several times in his heart, then rubbed his numb face and squeezed out a faint smile, quickly editing the text message:

  "It's nothing, it's getting late now, time for dinner, fill your belly! I'll cook first, and find you later!"

  After chatting with Yang Yanjie for a long time, even the tone of speech has become accustomed to his. Mo Xiao had never used "ha" before, only things like "oh" and "ah". She joked that this was probably what they called husband-and-wife intuition, and Yang Yanjie's eyes suddenly sparkled with stars.

  "Be careful, don't get burned!"

  Mr. Yang was quick this time, and the message came in less than a minute.

  Mo Xiao carelessly threw his phone, and I got burned? Unless Jordan starts playing table tennis! Underestimating me too much! I have nearly ten years of seniority in the kitchen!

  It's no wonder Yang Yanjie said that, the reason is that Miss Mo Jia never wears skirts, even in the hottest summer, her shorts are still nine points short.

  Yang Yanjie once wanted to buy a skirt for Mo Xiao, but Mo Xiao hesitated for half a day before finally admitting that she had a scar on her leg, which was a burn mark from her thigh to her calf, so she didn't dare wear too short clothes.

  Yang Yanjie felt heartache, for a girl, having scars is already a difficult thing to accept, and such a big scar would be even more damaging to a girl's self-confidence. From then on, Yang Yanjie no longer mentioned anything about skirts.

  This is nothing to Mo Xiao, she never thought so much! The scar on her leg has been there since she can remember, and she has never paid attention to it. Not wearing a skirt is just what she wants, sometimes she even feels like a fake little boy, all the qualities related to being a lady are beyond her reach.

  Later, Miss Mo will find out that the scar on her leg will make her very entangled, and it's not just a small scar!

  She tied up her apron and started cooking, three dishes and one soup, a standard dinner that was enough for her and her mother to fill their stomachs. Just as she was busy in the kitchen, another text message came through.

  Furrowing her delicate eyebrows, my dear brother Yang! I know you miss me! But there's no need to be so anxious! I haven't even started cooking dinner yet!

  She thought so, but Mo Xiao's heart was still happy. The thing that made her happiest every day was waiting for Yang Yanjie's text message. She happily flipped out the innocent mobile phone that had just been abandoned by her in a corner of the sofa, but the content of the text message made her suddenly lose her composure...

  "Do you still remember me?"

  It was a very simple sentence, Mo Xiao looked at the unfamiliar phone number and bit her lip hard, she had already known in her heart who sent it.

  Mo Xiao felt like there was a stone pressing on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. Irritated and distracted, she waved the kitchen knife around, and an innocent eggplant was cut into two segments. Mo Xiao absent-mindedly continued chopping, originally intending to slice it thinly, but ended up with eggplant chunks instead. Whatever, might as well make a braised dish then!

  Mo Xiao has a bad habit, if one thing is not done, she will not do the second thing. So, under the frustration, she threw the kitchen knife, picked up her phone and replied to the text message:

  "I remember you, you're Wang Yu, what's up?"

  The tone is good or bad, it can be seen from these few words. Mo Xiao Xiao was so angry that she almost short-circuited her brain and couldn't remember this person's name. However, as a liberal arts student who relies on memory for a living, she could only say this in despair.

  Sometimes it seems that Mo Xiao doesn't have high emotional intelligence, and his IQ isn't great either. At times like these, saying "I remember" is useless, it's better to just say "I forgot, who are you".

  But Mo Xiao Xiao is too honest and has a great memory!

  It's not her fault that Mo Xiao would remember this person, because this person almost depleted the "Fa Li" of the Bu Lian Zu, which she had cultivated for a thousand years!

  The dog-blooded plot developed like this, the two had just met for a day when he sent her an acrostic poem, Liu Sha, as clever as San Jie in the dormitory, cracked it in less than three minutes, and the answer was "I miss you so much today", Mo Xiao Xiao's face turned black at that time.

  Facing sweet words, saying thank you is the most basic courtesy, so Mo Xiao Xiao very thriftily returned a sentence "Thank you".

  I don't know if the boy really couldn't understand or was pretending to be clueless, but he very calmly told Mo Xuanxuan: "Why are you still being polite with me?" Mo Xuanxuan was furious and wanted to scold him, but instead, she silently recited a few phrases to herself, calming down.

  She silently pressed the delete key and didn't say anything else. What's there to say anyway? I guess not! Mo XiaoXiao wouldn't have a deep impression of this person to that extent.

  At that time, Yang Yanjie and Mo Xiao were just ordinary book friends, the kind of passersby who didn't feel anything even if they didn't contact each other for ten days or half a month.

  At that time, Mo Xiao didn't know at all that his "magic power" wasn't buried in Wang Yu's hands, but was actually buried in the hands of this bookworm.

  Let me introduce this fearless boy in detail. His name is Wang Yu, and he was met by Mo Xiao Xiao at a university mixer party. But don't think that this guy is from the same school, at that time he was still a miserable senior high school student, to be exact, a senior high school student who was about to face the college entrance examination.

  Mo Xiao wasn't a girl who liked to join in the fun, so she only appeared at the party because it was organized by her. The entire program of the party was arranged by her, equivalent to being the director of the party.

  In addition to this, there is also a script she wrote. No matter what, she should come and see the results of her own labor! That was written after three sleepless nights!

  As soon as she entered the venue, Mo Xiao naturally settled into an inconspicuous corner, took out her phone to read e-books, and no matter how lively it was, she remained unmoved, not even raising an eyebrow, which made people marvel at her great composure.

  But don't think that Mo Xiao Xiao is fresh and elegant just because of this, look at the expression on her face after the student union minister arrives! Her eyes are filled with peach blossoms, emitting love bubbles, and who knows if that goose egg face will laugh so hard it gets a cramp!

  The minister seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood today, (actually, he's always in a good mood, it's just that Mo Xiao thought so) and gave face by sitting next to Mo Xiao. The e-book's appeal was greatly discounted, who cares about the price drop?

  However, after Yang Yanjie appeared later, her handsome Minister seemed not so handsome in her eyes anymore. Her own darling was better, sunny and handsome, and most importantly, he had his heart full of her!

  I don't know if today's people are particularly idle, but they all came to attend this evening party. The phrase "every seat is filled" is perfectly apt. One would think that such an effect should give the general director of the evening party a sense of pride, but Mo Yan, who was born without the thinking of earthlings, hated it so much that his teeth were itching.

  Good grief! Why are there so many people?! They're blocking my view of the handsome guy! Luckily, my gaze isn't a knife, or else I'd really get to see what it means to be cut into eight pieces! Whoever blocks my view will be killed without mercy!

  Little flying knife, swooshing through the air.

  Moist and lonely, I played alone for a while, then buried my head to continue sleeping. The messy hair was tied up with a hairpin. The wild flowers were planted in the wilderness. Together with the locusts, they danced in the sky. The flag fluttered in the wind.

  Just as Mo Xiao was feeling sorry for himself, he suddenly felt a black shadow standing beside him, and then it didn't move. Mo Xiao began to let his imagination run wild, wondering if it was Su Su's handsome department head?

  He raised his lazy eyes and looked at him decisively, it was Wang Yu.