Pregnant With the Villain Uncle’s Child

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Lin Wensen, who had been privately enrolled early by Mo Yifan, had a big sneeze.

The girlfriend drew a tissue and slapped him on the face: "Don't spray into the hot pot, be careful I beat you!"

Lin Wensen felt wronged: Why is it so bad today? I was scolded behind my back, but I was scolded in person ~~

Tang Xinyu stared at Mo Yifan's eyes sharper and sharper at the elevator floor on the basement of the shopping mall, causing Mo Yifan to hold his fist in a guilty conscience and cough a few words into his mouth.

Tang Xinyu supported one hand on the back of the wheelchair chair and the other on the armrest of the wheelchair, leaning in, carefully looking at Mo Yifan's eyes, his eyes full of inquiry: "Are you calling Xiaolin ..."

Mo Yifan was stared at by Tang Xinyu so close. There was no way to confess that he had asked Lin Wensen to go back first. Hearing Tang Xinyu then guessed: "Are you asking Xiao Lin to find Yang Siyu trouble?"

Mo Yifan: "!!!"

Why didn't I think I could do this? !

Mo Yifan unconsciously looked away, looking at the basement mouth: "Well, the company just had something wrong, I asked Xiaolin to go back to deal with it first. If you want this, I can let Xiaolin turn around and do it."

Tang Xinyu patted Mo Yifan's shoulder: "Enough loyalty! But it's not necessary. Yang Siyu's kind of scum is not worth our waste of spirits. You didn't ask, just now you can't tear your face with He Bilian, lest Tang Ruifeng be in a few days. In the later bidding meeting, the dog jumped the wall, so my long-term plan would be lost. "

Mo Yifan concealed his careful thoughts and nodded.

Tang Xinyu: "Xiao Lin can't come back to pick you up, how do you go back?"

Mo Yifan carefully adjusted the expression on his face, not daring to reveal a flaw, his expression calm, but the low voice was a bit lonely and difficult to hide: "You have to go back in advance, I will go back to the mall to find a coffee later. Sit down in the hall and wait for Xiao Lin to come back and pick it up. "

Tang Xinyu glanced at his watch, thinking that there are still some things to be arranged in the bidding meeting: "OK, I will take you to the cafe first."

Faint loss appeared on Mo Yifan's face. These small expressions were clearly illuminated on the mirror light panel of the elevator door, and they also fell into Tang Xinyu's eyes.

Tang Xinyu pushed his wheelchair stiffly.

Mo Yifan felt that the wheelchair had suddenly stopped, and calmly reminded: "The elevator door is about to close."

Tang Xinyu quickly reached out to block the elevator door, pushed Mo Yifan back to the elevator, and entered a stylish cafe on the first floor of the mall.

"Jingle Bell--"

As soon as the glass door was pushed open, the golden Christmas bells hung on the door were crisp, the mellow aroma of coffee beans greeted the face, and there were gentle Christmas English songs whirling in the cafe.

Tang Xinyu pushed Mo Yifan to find a place by the window to settle in, and glanced at the other guests in the cafe. They were basically three or four friends or couples in pairs.

After ordering coffee, Mo Yifan raised his head slightly and said to Tang Xinyu: "You go back first, isn't there anything else you need to do?"

In the joyous atmosphere of the coffee shop, Tang Xinyu suddenly hesitated: "You are here alone ..."

Mo Yifan folded his hands and put them on his lap, like a well-behaved little baby: "I can do it alone, and I will come back to pick me up when Xiaolin is done. I will wait for a cup of coffee."

Stopped, Mo Yifan added with a joke: "If there is not enough time for a cup of coffee, I can renew the cup. You see, there is a special event in the cafe today, the second cup is half price."

Tang Xinyu looked in the direction of Mo Yifan's finger, a small couple next to each other intimately. The girl's tone was cheerful: "It's great, today's second cup is half price. Fortunately, you came out with me, or nobody will share coffee with me."

The boy smiled and ordered two cups of coffee to the waiter.

Mo Yifan handed the gift bag that had been on his knees to Tang Xinyu, pretending to be relaxed: "Get the things right, go."

Tang Xinyu had to carry the gift bag and walked out of the cafe. When he stood at the entrance of the mall, the cold sky suddenly drizzled with drizzle, adding a bit of bitter moisture and cold to the cold winter night.

Tang Xinyu couldn't help looking back at the direction of the cafe. In the large and translucent floor-to-ceiling windows, Mo Yifan dangled his eyes and carried a cup of coffee in his hand. Without drinking, his long fingers stroked back and forth on the edge of the coffee cup. Behind is a lively crowd of people talking with friends and colorful Christmas lights, feeling that only Mo Yifan's side is bleak.

The cold wind from outside the mall came in, and Tang Xinyu tightened his coat.

Mo Yifan watched the ink-like coffee in the coffee cup reflect his silhouette, shook it randomly, and the silhouette shattered into pieces.

Lin Wensen got off work early and must have gone to accompany his girlfriend. I originally wanted to create some time for myself to be alone with Tang Xinyu, but I did not expect to be self-defeating, and finally fell into a lonely situation.

Mo Yifan felt that this cup of coffee did not need to drink, and there was a bit of bitterness and helplessness on his tongue. He took out his mobile phone and planned to call the driver of Mozhai.

Suddenly, a shadow cast on himself.

Mo Yifan looked up, surprised to see Tang Xinyu who was supposed to leave, and returned, standing beside him with a smile full of light, his eyes gleaming with bright stars, and he raised an umbrella in his hand: "How are you? No gentlemanly manner, do n’t you know that sending girls home after a date is a basic social etiquette? "

The fingertips holding the coffee cup were tight, and Mo Yifan's thin lips lifted slightly: "Sorry, it's my rudeness."

Tang Xinyu naturally walked behind Mo Yifan to push the wheelchair: "Fortunately, I am generous and don't care about you. Now I will give you a chance to make up for it. I have an apartment near here."

Mo Yifan, who turned his back to Tang Xinyu, smiled more in the corner of his mouth, the voice was mellow and magnetic, and was contaminated with the aroma of coffee: "Thank you, Miss Tang."

Mo Yifan gestured to the waiter and ordered some coffee on the table: "Come on again and help me pack it with this cup."

Tang Xinyu joked him: "Mo Shao really carried forward the fine traditional virtue of hardship and simplicity."

Mo Yifan smiled frankly: "The second cup is half price."

And me, some people share coffee with me now.

Tang Xinyu took a huge long-handled umbrella that he had just bought from the supermarket, and stretched out a dark red flower in the drizzle of the cow, keeping the cold drizzle out.

Tang Xinyu pushed a wheelchair while holding an umbrella, and walked down the sidewalk to a noisy high-end residential area. The developer of this community is a good friend with Mr. Lin. When the market opened, he left the set of Lou Wangzhong to Mr. Lin. Coinciding with Tang Xinyu's 18th birthday, Mr. Lin transferred it to his only granddaughter as an adult.

A cold wind blew past, drizzling the oxen's drizzle, and fell lightly on Mo Yifan's legs. Mo Yifan embraced the gift bag in his arms and covered it with his sleeve.

"Here, hold the coffee and warm it. We will be here soon."

Tang Xinyu stuffed the coffee hanging on the curved handle of the umbrella into Mo Yifan's hand. Thinking of meeting Mo Yifan for the first time, Mo Yifan turned so badly that he was afraid of cold and was about to catch a cold because of the wind, no Feeling funny, I stepped up a bit.

Drizzle is smaller.

Mo Yifan looked up slightly, and most of the dark red umbrellas moved to his head, leaning forward slightly against the wind. Hearing the sound of drizzle “sand rustle” from his ears, an unprecedented one in his heart peaceful.

Tang Xinyu brushed face recognition to enter the community, put away the umbrella, and shook out a string of crystal drops of water. After waiting for the elevator and opening the door, Tang Xinyu suddenly realized that he was taking the man home, and it was still such a rainy night.

In the novel, it has always been that since ancient times it has rained, wet clothes, wet clothes have to hide from the rain, and when solitary men and widows live together in a room, something inevitably happens ...

The atmosphere of the entrance suddenly became ambiguous.

Tang Xinyu exchanged indoor slippers while cursing himself for hypocrisy, but couldn't bear to leave his partner alone in the rainy night mall. Why do you want so much?

Tang Xinyu tugged at his turtleneck cashmere sweater, only to feel that the enthusiasm around his neck had dissipated a bit, turned around to push the sail, and saw his wet eyes as if they had just poured out of the rain, the pants below the knee Most of them are wet.

Tang Xinyu hurriedly pushed Mo Yifan into the house, turned on the heater, took out the towel from the bathroom and threw it into Mo Yifan's arms. He spoke a little faster: "I basically don't live here, and there are no men's clothes to replace you. Wipe it, I'll find if there is an electric heater to dry for you. "

Waiting for Mo Yifan to say no, the sound of Tang Xinyu turning over the box was heard in the room, and she heard her muttering.

"Strange, there should be. It seems that you have seen it in the list given by your grandfather."

The crystal lamp in the living room turned slightly yellow and shone on Mo Yifan's body, bringing him a hint of warmth. Mo Yifan grabbed the soft bath towel and slowly wiped his pants legs. At this moment, he hoped that the pants would work slower.

"Oh, I found it. It's underneath."

Tang Xinyu moved the heater out quickly, plugged it in, pushed Mo Yifan over, stretched out his palm and tried the temperature in front of the heater: "Well, it's not hot."

The warm light of the electric heater reflects Tang Xinyu's side face, the white skin is red, the eyes are bright, the bridge of the nose is sharp, and a few strands of hair fly to the pink lips, making Mo Yifan's fingertips itch.

The left thumb quickly rubbed the index finger knuckles involuntarily, and finally stretched out to hook her hair and hang it behind her ears.

Tang Xinyu slammed his head into a warmth, stupefied: "Why are you looking at me like this? Hurry and bake it. If you are sick, how will my plan go next?"

Mo Yifan: "..."

Tang Xinyu gave him a playful look, and there was a hook in his soft voice: "What? You don't think I'm in love with you?"

"Little Uncle!" Tang Xinyu suddenly called out this title, patting Mo Yifan's shoulder vigorously, as if trying to prove something, I don't know if he was telling him or himself, "You are my partner, We signed the contract, and we cooperated for our tacit cooperation, and I ca n’t save myself! ”

Tang Xinyu didn't wait for Mo Yifan to reply, and got up smilingly to boil water. When he first entered the kitchen, the smile on his face converged immediately. Looking at the figure sitting in the living room through frosted glass, Tang Xinyu lowered his head and turned on the faucet, patting his cheek with a handful of cold water.

Well, Mo Yifan is just a very good partner at the moment, and I can't find a more suitable partner for the time being, so I do this today, whether it is out of a cooperative spirit or a humanitarian spirit, it is reasonable.

No problem!

Mo Yifan in the living room squeezed the trousers, which were gradually drying, and murmured, "Is it just a partner?"

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