Yin Xiaoxiao couldn't help but be scared by him and forgot the sarcasm in his words.

"Immediately disappearing in front of our eyes." Mo Jiu ordered, his entire aura of 2.8 meters.

The two almost ran away in panic, with many adults and children watching, and they couldn't afford to lose this person.

After they left, Ling Banxia walked to him and poked his arm with his fingers.

Mo Jiu turned her head and looked at her with a dull face, and couldn't help laughing: "What are you doing?"

"Have you practiced basketball?"

Mo Jiu was still immersed in sweat and replied: "No! I just like it very much. I often beat it when I was a child, but later I was busy with work every day and I didn't have the chance to beat it often. Today, I want to enjoy it."

Ling Banxia stayed by the side and stared at him tightly. He seemed to be very interested in basketball. He dribble, spike, three-point shooting, and each movement was comparable to a professional player.

In the sun, he moved the ball with his left hand, one quickly changed direction and the other accelerated to run up, and reached the basket, jumped high, the basketball fell into the basket from his fingers, and was caught quickly by his eyes, and he completed it in one go. He turned around and gave Ling Banxia a confident smile. The breeze blew on his bangs, and the light spots flashed in his eyes, and his eyes were full of confidence.

Ling Banxia felt that she was getting more and more trapped in.

It was nine o'clock in the evening in Beilan City. Fang Yachun, who was on night shift, dragged her tired body back to the door, listening to Jiang Xufeng telling her about her daughter's situation.

"Have you found Xiaoxia?"

"Yes, I'll go to her house to check it out now, don't worry."

Fang Yachun felt much more relieved: "Thank you."

"Didn't you say that? Don't you have to say thank you to me." Jiang Xufeng said caringly, "Are you okay? I feel very tired after hearing your voice?"

Fang Yachun said: "No. I'll go to bed first."

Fang Yachun hung up the phone and was about to get the key from his bag when the door suddenly opened.

"Mom, you are back." Ling Qichen said to her with a smile inside the house.

"Why are you not sleeping yet? You have to go to class tomorrow." Fang Yachun said as she entered the door.

"I'm waiting for you to come back. Mom, working overtime until so late, are you hungry? I've made porridge for you."

Fang Yachun looked at the hot fried egg lean meat porridge on the table and looked at him in disbelief: "You can cook?"

"Yes." Ling Qichen nodded embarrassedly.

Fang Yachun smiled with relief, stroked his head and said, "Thank you son. Go and take a shower and go to bed, mom will go to bed after drinking."

"No, I'll go wash the dishes when you finish drinking."

"Mom can wash it."

"Mom, drink it quickly, it's going to be cold."

Fang Yachun felt so warm that her son returned to her side and cooked for herself. She felt very happy.

only……

Mojiu forgot the time while fighting, so the two of them simply found a restaurant nearby and finished a simple but wonderful lunch.

The sun was getting stronger and stronger. After exercising, he was spotless, smooth and refreshing. Ling Banxia never looked away from his own sight.

"Thank you for helping me," she said to him as she walked down the street.

Mo Jiu looked "contempt": "I said you are useless enough. If she grabs your hair, you can grab it back! Why are you so timid? Is it okay to be confident?"

"Didn't I react? You hit the basketball with just one basketball! In fact, compared to me at school, my performance just now was already great!" Ling Banxia said.

Mo Jiu was slightly shocked and asked, "Did you let them bully you at school?"

Ling Banxia defaults.

Think about it when she was in school, since she was framed, her peaceful campus life was completely broken. Not only did her classmates leave her one by one. Moreover, in the classroom, she would inexplicably receive a letter with a caterpillar stuck to her, and she would suddenly not get up when sitting on a stool. Then there was a burst of ridicule from her classmates around her. Sometimes when she came back from outside, the desk was already covered with chalk and insulting language...

Ling Lianqiao, the most overwhelming one, didn't even let her go when she had lunch, poured the leftover food from her and her two followers on her, and sometimes took away her food and fell directly from the top of her head. What's more, during the rest period, they forced themselves to take away, stripped their clothes, and slapped themselves in the face. Although some of the classmates were around, they all pretended not to see it, remained indifferent, and let her be arrested.

Mo Jiu pointed at her forehead and pushed it gently.

"What are you doing!" Ling Banxia stroked his forehead.

Mojiu said to her: "From now on, read more books and newspapers, eat less snacks and sleep more, exercise more, drink less drinks and protect your face more. Do you know?"

Ling Banxia was stunned: "Did you say timid before?"

"I have written a crosstalk script." Mo Jiu answered casually.

Ling Banxia said "hehe" twice, pretending he was just joking, and said, "You can hear it."

"By the way, are you really the one who runs a company?" she asked suddenly.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Then, is there any job that suits me in your company?"

Mo Jiu thought about it and asked back: "Do you have any interests or hobbies?"

"I like comics." Ling Banxia seemed embarrassed, and her voice was as good as a mosquito.

"Is your hobby very embarrassing?" Mo Jiu was depressed. He was so unconfident even to talk about a hobby. It was conceivable how unconfident she was in school.

"I like comics!" Ling Banxia spoke loudly this time.

"Do you like to see or draw?"

"painting."

"Wait." Mo Jiu took out his cell phone and dialed a number:

“hello,        allen,        i'        you        found        the        art        teacher        for        your        son?……”

“good,i        have        a        good        candidate        hereremend        you.”

“ok,thank        you,see        you        later.”

His English is too fluent, and Ling Banxia can't hear every word clearly, let alone understand it, but there is a key word she heard - "art                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

"Do you want me to be an art teacher?"

"Do you like it?"

Ling Banxia nodded fiercely, but after a while, her face drooped: "But, can I do it? I don't have any certificates, I'm just a student."

"My friend's son likes art and wants to find a private tutor, but he has found a lot of them, but the young master doesn't like it. I'll take you to try it out in the evening. If you can satisfy him, we will discuss the specific conditions with his parents."

Ling Banxia suddenly frowned and said, "Are he looking for a teacher or a wife?"

Mo Jiu spread his hands: "Then I don't know."

"Then I..." Ling Banxia was a little scared. What if she encountered a pervert...

"Don't worry, as you look like this, people don't like you."

"..." Ling Banxia rolled his eyes.
Chapter completed!