While holding the clothes in her hands, Xiao Yao didn't even come back to her senses. She stood blankly, not knowing how to react.

Jiang Mo didn't even glance at Xiao Yao. After putting down his clothes, he walked forward with his long legs.

Yang Li choked on his saliva and almost choked to death.

Did Mr. Jiang really wash the clothes for Xiao Yao?

He looked at the direction Jiang Mo was walking away, then at Xiao Yao, and finally realized that everyone was already far away, so he quickly stepped forward to catch up.

Xiao Yao's eyes followed Jiang Mo's back.

The bright lights around her and the noisy crowd seemed to disappear behind her eyes. In her sight, there was only the figure walking farther and farther away, showing a little coldness and arrogance, a little chic, with a straight back, and her whole body was full of energy.

It exudes elegance and nobility.

Just like this moment, he is the most dazzling in such an occasion.

However, it was so far away from her.

"Miss, I'm sorry, but I have to give in."

Because Xiao Yao was standing at the entrance of the banquet, there were always people passing by.

The sudden sound made Xiao Yao suddenly come back to her senses.

Suddenly his expression changed drastically: "What happened, Xiao Mo."

He immediately turned his head and looked outside.

Xiao Mo was still sitting obediently waiting for her. Probably because he had waited for too long, his expression was a little distressed. He stretched his neck and looked around, as if looking for her figure.

Xiao Yao raised her steps and was about to go over. Just as she took a step, she suddenly remembered that the soup she was taking was spilled.

Feeling a little annoyed, I went back to get two more copies.

But my heart was beating rapidly in my heart, as if it was no longer my own.

After meeting him and having an interaction with him, she couldn't stop.

I can only force myself not to think about it and focus on Xiaomo first.

Carrying two portions of soup, she hurried back to Xiaomo without seeing her. Sure enough, when Xiaomo saw her, she asked unhappily: "Mom, why have you been gone for so long?"

"Ah!" Xiao Yao was stunned for a moment, then turned around with a guilty conscience and said, "Something happened. I'm sorry, honey, for keeping you waiting for so long. Drink it quickly!"

"Yeah." Xiao Mo nodded his head, held up the cup steadily with his little hand, put it to his lips and drank in small sips.

After his thirst was quenched, his eyes started to move flexibly again. Suddenly he saw the clothes in Xiao Yao's hand. She pointed at the clothes with a surprised expression and said, "Mom, where did you get the clothes?"

Xiao Yao looked down at her wrist as if she just realized it.

Jiang Mo's black suit was always on her elbows, and she never put it down.

After staring for a while, he stretched out his other hand and touched it carefully with his fingertips.

The fabric is soft but still textured, and the scent and warmth of his body still seem to remain on it, as if he is still there.

It was as if someone had dropped a pebble into the lake of my heart, causing ripples to form in circles, unable to calm down no matter what.

The heart she had just tidied up was easily disrupted by a small move, and no matter how hard she tried to get back to her original state, she could not recover.

"Mother."

Xiao Yao was so absorbed in looking at the clothes. Xiao Mo had been waiting for too long and couldn't wait any longer, so she could only urge her.

Xiao Yao raised her head and smiled and said to Xiao Mo: "Mom accidentally brought you soup just now, and it spilled on an uncle. Fortunately, that uncle was easier to talk to and didn't blame mom, so now mom has to put some clothes on for that uncle."

Wash it clean."

"Oh, that's it." Xiao Mo nodded his head to show that he understood: "So, just now, my mother said that something happened, and she accidentally spilled the soup on another uncle."

"Yes, Xiao Mo is so smart." Xiao Yao raised her hand and touched Xiao Mo's little head.

My heart was in a mess.

Only now did she remember that when Jiang Mo threw the clothes to her, he didn't even say a word.

So, were these clothes washed for her, or were they thrown to her randomly because they were dirty and disgusting?

Maybe, he threw it to her randomly!

After all, he doesn't care about a piece of clothing at all, but he doesn't want to see himself.

So what is she going to do with this dress?

Throw it away?

It's better to clean it and wait for him to pick it up.

Forget it, just wash it and leave it there. If he forgets it, forget it. If he comes to get it, just give it back to him.

"Mom." Xiaomo's call came again.

Xiao Yao's eyes fell on him and asked: "What's wrong, baby?"

Xiao Mo yawned and raised a small hand to rub his eyes, obviously feeling sleepy.

Xiao Yao then remembered with annoyance that it was almost time for Xiao Mo to go to bed, and the banquet would not be over for a while, and it obviously made no difference whether she was here or not.

He quickly said: "Mom, please take Xiaomo home."

"Yeah." Xiao Mo nodded, jumped off the chair, and leaned against Xiao Yao's body.

Seeing that Xiao Mo was too sleepy, Xiao Yao couldn't bear to let her child walk, so she hugged him and left. When she came to the gate of MK, she remembered that this was the MK headquarters. Taxis rarely came here, so she could only use her mobile phone.

The software calls for a taxi and you stand there waiting for the taxi to arrive.

During this period, Xiaomo had fallen asleep in her arms.

At night, it is colder than during the day, and your resistance will decrease when you sleep. Xiao Yao was afraid that Xiao Mo would be cold, so after thinking about it, she put Jiang Mo's suit jacket on Xiao Mo's body.

Probably because he felt warm, Xiao Mo rubbed his little face on his coat unconsciously and continued to sleep even more soundly.

Xiao Yao looked at this cute face and thought in a daze, is this the only way to bring Xiao Mo into contact with his father and son?

Rely on the temperature and smell of a piece of clothing.

Xiao Mo was no longer young. Except when the child was still a baby, Xiao Yao rarely held the child for such a long time. After holding her for a while, her hands were extremely sore, but she had to grit her teeth and endure it.

Finally, when she felt that she could no longer hold on any longer, the car she called finally came, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

With the help of the driver, I opened the car door and got in.

Putting the child on his lap, he felt a little lighter all over.

Just when Xiao Yao had gone back, Jiang Mo came all the way to a lounge where his parents were resting.

"Back." Jiang Weifeng looked at his son, his tone was calm, but he couldn't hide the concern in his eyes.

"Yeah." Jiang Mo nodded, walked to the sofa aside and sat down.

Compared to Jiang Weifeng, Su Dingning was less scrupulous and asked with concern: "It must be hard to rush back all the way. Sit down and rest for a while. Don't worry outside. Just show up later."
Chapter completed!