Outright Favoritism Chapter 1305: : He Chen is disgusted

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Here, He Yanyi went to the window to have a meal, and He Yanmo took out his phone and opened WeChat.

It's late August, why isn't Brother Yin coming back...

She hasn't seen him for over a year.

He Yanmo's eyes became lonely, and his eyes became much dim.

Suddenly, the corner of the table was hit by someone, He Yanmo raised his eyes, and in front of him was a red-faced boy trying to strike up a conversation with her, "You, hello, my name is Han Cheng, may I ask. Have you...that...is there..."

He Yanmo put down the phone and answered the conversation patiently, "Do you want to ask me if I have a boyfriend?"

"Hmm, yes, do you have one?"

He Yanmo said lightly: "Sorry, I am a minor and cannot fall in love."

"Uh..."

Han Cheng, who came to strike up a conversation, was dumbfounded by this answer.

Minors cannot fall in love. Has it been written into the law now?

Otherwise... Why is she speaking so arrogantly?

Are there few minors falling in love?

His little niece started to pretend to be trapped by love at the age of twelve!

The education of the school flower family...is it so demanding?

Han Cheng turned around and ran away, He Yanmo shrugged disapprovingly, and continued to look down at his phone.

It’s a good excuse for being underage. It’s time-tested.

Not long after, He Yanyi brought two identical dishes on the table and was about to speak when He Yanmo's phone rang.

"Hey, handsome dad."

At the end, it's daughter Nuhechen.

Hearing He Yanmo's gentle call, He Chen blew out his cigarette, "Girl, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, just arrived in the cafeteria." He Yanmo leaned back in his chair, "What's the matter if you are calling at this time?"

He Chen's legs overlapped on the edge of the table, his tone was a little mysterious, "Go home tonight?"

"The school will not let the night go home."

He Chen chuckles, his voice is always indulgent, "I need to call your principal?"

"Class ends at five o'clock." He Yanmo pouted, "Should I go home with brother?"

He Chen said: "He is whatever, I will let your Uncle Yong go over at 4:30."

Hang up the phone, He Yanyi asked: "What's the matter?"

"Dad asked us to go home at night, and didn't say anything. I guess I'm angry again."

……

In the evening, the He family brothers and sisters returned to the old house as scheduled.

The two entered the door and didn't see He Chen, only their mother Yin Mo was sitting on the sofa and talking on the phone.

He Yanmo wore a loose, thin sweater and swayed to her side. After sitting down, he began to peel the oranges and stuffed Yin Mo's mouth after peeling.

This is the habit of the He family. The whole family, regardless of gender, treat their mistress as a child.

The handsome dad said that their mother's brains are not very good, and she must not be angry, otherwise the rice and food will be cut off.

At this moment, Yin Mo ate half a slice of orange and smiled while holding his mobile phone: "Qiaoqiao, I won't talk to you for now, I will go to the laboratory to see you tomorrow, and talk at that time."

He Yanmo leaned on the sofa and raised his eyebrows and asked: "Mom, how about my dad?"

"Speak well."

He Yanmo held his shoulder, "Mother, where is my daddy?"

Yin Mo poked her forehead without a smile, "Just like your dad, no one is right. He is in the study upstairs."

"Meet the guest?"

Yin Mo cleared his throat, pretending to be mysterious and said: "It's a distinguished guest."

He's brother and sister looked at each other and said in unison: "Godfather?"

Generally speaking, except for her godmother Li Qiao, the only ‘guy guest’ in her mother’s mouth is the godfather Shang Shaoyan.

This time, Yin Mo touched her daughter's cheek, "You can see if you go up and see."

He Yanmo's character is most like He Chen. She fed Yin Mo two oranges and stood up and said: "Then I will listen to you. I will see how expensive this distinguished guest is."

Upstairs in the study room, the door is ajar.

He Yanmo walked over gently and listened.

But for a long while, there was no movement in the study. She grabbed the ponytail and took a short step forward with her waist.

Still nothing happened.

He Yanmo twisted his eyebrows and gently poked open the door to probe inside.

I didn't see her handsome father, but there was a black figure sitting at the desk with his back facing her.

He Yanmo's red lips opened slightly, and his heartbeat speeded up inexplicably with the unexplainable feeling.

She didn't hesitate anymore, knocked on the door pretendingly, and walked forward step by step.

In the study, there is an unobvious smell of medicine wafting around.

He Yanmo, seventeen years old, looked at that figure intently and gradually approached.

From behind him, walking to his side, the profile of the face reflected in the pupils gradually became clear.

He Yanmo put one hand on the edge of the table, stood in front of Shang Yin, did not speak, just looked at him like that.

Shang Yin folded his legs and played with the crystal bracelet in his hand. He raised his eyes slightly, his dark eyes were softly smiling, "I don't know anymore?"

He Yanmo remained silent, with her fingertips scribbling around the corner of the table. She stood, her eyes drooping, and she also covered the dark red in the corners of her eyes.

Shang Yin sighed softly and put the old crystal bracelet on her wrist again, "Momo, I'm back."

He Yanmo grabbed his finger, "August 10th, you didn't come back, August 17th, you didn't come back..."

"Something was delayed, I will apologize for you?"

He Yanmo turned her back and gently rubbed the crystal on her wrist, "Then I..."

Before speaking, footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the door.

He Yanmo shook off Shang Yin's hand in one fell swoop, stepped back two steps and stood beside the bookshelf, and winked at Shang Yin while pursing his lips.

The two opened a proper distance as if tacitly, so that when He Chen entered the door, he always felt that the atmosphere was particularly wrong.

Speaking of ambiguous, they are very separated.

Speaking of warmth, it is not appropriate.

He Chen's narrow, sharp eyes shuttled back and forth between Shang Yin and He Yanmo, "What kind of stranger are you two pretending to be? Amnesia?"

The two little boys grew up wearing crotch-opening trousers when they were young. How sticky is He Yanmo? Does he still know how he is a father?

How did this grow up and become rusty? !

He Yanmo has always been generous and candid, but at this time he rubbed his toes against the ground, a girl with Huaichun's expression said: "Dad, there is no amnesia, don't talk nonsense..."

He Chen took his seat and narrowed his eyes in a word, "Girl, who did you learn to do this?"

He Yanmo looked at her father and tried to explain, "Dad, I have always been here..."

"It's not this virtue when you step on a stool to gamble in a casino." He Chen ruthlessly exposed He Yanmo's true face, "Go downstairs and play with your mother for a while, I told your brother Yin Something."

"Oh."

He Yanmo turned around blankly, and looked deeply at the handsome Shang Yin in a place that He Chen couldn't see.

I haven't seen him for more than a year, so I miss him so much.

But in front of her shrewd father, she dare not be too presumptuous...

He Yanmo glanced at He Chen a little disgustedly, this dad was a little in the way.