The white street lamp glowed dimly, looking like a small moon shining on the ground.

Under the old corridor is a disproportionately blue Ferrari.

A tall and slender man was leaning on the car. He took off his outer suit and wore only a black shirt. He just leaned there casually, with his slender legs folded casually, making people envious at a glance.

A man's long and muscular legs.

His eyes were looking at a certain window of a house in front of him, his left hand was in his trouser pocket, and a cigarette was held between the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

But he didn't twitch, he just let the orange light spots flicker on his fingertips.

The light was not bright, and his facial features were shrouded in shadow, leaving only a miraculous profile.

But even though he couldn't see his face clearly, the familiar feeling allowed Xiao Yao to recognize who this man was at a glance.

Jiang Mo?

Why is he here?

Are you waiting for her?

Although she hated to think so, she couldn't find any other suitable reason except this possibility.

After Xiao Yao recognized him, she couldn't help but stop.

Xiao Mo also saw Jiang Mo. He couldn't believe it at first, but then he raised his hand and clenched it into a small fist, and rubbed his eyes vigorously, thinking that he had seen it wrong.

But when I put down my little hand, I found that the person was still there, and I immediately became happy.

Let go of Xiao Yao's hand, step up her short legs, and run forward, shouting happily: "Uncle Mo."

Jiang Mo, who was immersed in his own thoughts, suddenly woke up because of this call.

He turned his head slightly and saw Xiao Yao at a glance.

The distance between the two was five or six meters, but at this moment, their eyes were clearly intertwined.

At the same time, my heart skipped a beat.

Xiao Yao couldn't see his expression clearly, and she didn't know her own expression either.

But I feel that at this glance, there is a huge distance between the two of them. Even if there are thousands of words in my heart, at this moment, they can't be said at all.

Time seems to have stood still.

The surrounding buildings, street lights, and even the car body Jiang Mo was leaning on had disappeared.

They only have each other's figure in each other's eyes.

This glance seemed as far away as a century, but it was clear that the distance between the two of them was so close, so close that as long as they lifted up their feet and took a few steps forward, they could reach each other's side.

"Uncle Mo."

Finally, it was Xiaomo's voice that broke the silence.

The two of them suddenly returned to reality.

Jiang Mo only felt his thighs tighten, and Xiao Mo was hugging him.

Lowering his head, the child's round and big eyes were looking at him, with unabashed admiration in his eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Mo's heart throbbed.

Facing the child his beloved woman gave birth to to another man, he really couldn't stay calm.

Xiao Mo didn't hear the answer, so he asked again confused and nervously: "Uncle Mo, what's wrong with you? Why don't you speak."

Jiang Mo still didn't speak, looking at Xiao Mo with complicated eyes.

At this moment, Xiao Mo had long lost the arrogance he showed in front of the little girl. Facing Uncle Mo, whom he admired, he chattered: "By the way, Uncle Mo, how do you know where Xiao Mo's family lives.

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"Uncle Mo, are you here to see Xiaomo?"

"Uncle Mo..."

There is no way the world will be quiet if there is a child causing trouble here.

Xiao Yao also recovered from her trance, and was somewhat thankful that Xiao Mo opened her mouth, otherwise she would really lose herself.

I sighed in my heart, raised my steps and walked closer to him step by step.

Although every step she took was steady, and even looked a little brisk in the eyes of outsiders, only she knew how much courage she had to muster every time she took a step.

This night seemed particularly unusual.

It seemed like an invisible hand was touching her heartstrings that were already at rest.

Once upon a time.

Stop, Xiao Yao thought silently.

But that hand didn't listen to the advice at all. Instead, as the distance between the two people got closer, it moved more quickly.

It seems that the string will be cut before it is willing to give up.

No matter how long the journey is, it will come to an end. Finally, Xiao Yao stood in front of Jiang Mo.

My heart was pounding nervously.

Without raising her head, she felt Jiang Mo's gaze falling on her, with a deep inquiry that scared her.

The atmosphere became tense for a moment.

Even Xiao Mo noticed it. Standing between the two adults, he looked up at Jiang Mo and then back at Xiao Yao, with confusion in his eyes.

As if asking: What's wrong?

But at this time, Xiao Yao couldn't take care of Xiao Mo at all. She squeezed the hand on her side and dug her nails into her palm. A sharp pain came from her palm, which made her wake up.

He said as calmly as possible: "Mr. Jiang, why are you here so late?"

"It's okay, can't I come to you?" Jiang Mo replied quickly.

But these words dropped into Xiao Yao's heart like a stone. Her whole body trembled, and she couldn't help but raised her head and looked over.

Being so close, it was easier to see the thoughts behind his eyes.

His dark eyes were like a deep starry sky or a deep well, as if there was a whirlpool inside, able to attract her soul into it.

Xiao Yao felt frightened and took a step back involuntarily, with a residual look of fear on her face.

This step back seems to be like the relationship between the two.

Jiang Mo's eyes froze and he retracted his eyes, a hint of sadness that only he knew flashed through his eyes.

The air begins to circulate again.

Xiao Yao pulled her lips several times before she found her voice: "Jiang, Mr. Jiang, it's better not to joke with me."

Her chest was rising and falling violently, and her heart was very uneasy.

Hearing this, Jiang Mo's eyes sharpened, he took a step forward, approached her, and asked in a calm voice: "Do you think I'm joking?"

Xiao Yao took another step back.

She is afraid of his approach.

I don't even know how to answer his words.

All I know is that he is very different today.

She would rather keep the distance between the two of them as before, and even if they meet, they would pretend not to know each other, or he would be indifferent and aloof, so that she could find her own place and not have other wishful thinking.

But when he was like this, she was very confused.

It's really messy.

"Mr. Jiang, what exactly do you want to say? I don't understand."

Jiang Mo suddenly took two steps forward, immediately closing the distance between the two. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiao Yao's arm. He asked her without allowing her to resist: "Do you really not understand?"
Chapter completed!