I go north, you go south

Mo Ziwen, who had been acting as an air man by the side, finally couldn't help but gloated and laughed: the way of heaven is reincarnation, and the sky spares no one.I didn't listen to any persuasion just now, but now my sister-in-law asks, it depends on how you answer.

Hearing the movement, Ling Bei shot his eyes sharply.

Mo Ziwen swallowed his smile abruptly, but still couldn't hide the "joy" in his heart.

One thing falls one thing, alas, there are always people in this world who can hold someone down.

However, in the next second, the development of the situation made Mo Ziwen gradually unable to laugh.

Ling Bei immediately reached out and patted Mo Ziwen who was still immersed in the small theater in his heart.

"Why?" Mo Ziwen was taken aback.

"Didn't you hear what your sister-in-law said, where is my breakfast?" Ling Bei winked at Mo Ziwen.

"Oh, here it is here."

Mo Ziwen very cooperatively brought over the seafood porridge that had been placed on the bedside table earlier.

So far, this silly young master has not yet understood what he is about to face.

"Look, Shu Shu, it's this guy who hasn't given me breakfast for a long time."

Ling Bei's ability to tell nonsense with his eyes open without changing his face is becoming more and more proficient: "I didn't skip dinner on purpose."

Mo Ziwen's eyes widened immediately: "Hey, brother, it's not..."

He couldn't help but point at himself and then at Ling Bei, his eyes flicking between him and Nan Zishu eagerly.

But Ling Bei's eyes stopped him from speaking before he had time to complain.

Mo Ziwen paused for a moment, but in the end, he swallowed the words that came to his lips unwillingly under Ling Bei's menacing eyes.

You ask Mo Ziwen if he is wronged, wronged, of course wronged.But for his own "personal safety" and his brother's rare happiness, Mo Ziwen must have the spirit of "who can give me the blame".

Successful behavior of "backing the blame" is often "good for thousands of years".

But just when Mo Ziwen thought that he, who was "isolated and helpless", was going to be "trapped" by his brother in such a silent manner this time, Nan Zishu, who was unpacking a thermal bag not far away, suddenly laughed.

"Ling Bei, you don't have to come here."

I saw Nan Zishu walking over with a box of sandwiches: "I saw that you didn't want to have breakfast, so Ziwen had no choice but to put it aside first."

"Now you are still so convincingly blaming others, hey, is there anyone like you who is a big brother?"

As he said that, Nan Zishu handed the sandwich in his hand to Mo Ziwen: "Ziwen, you haven't had time to eat breakfast yet, have you? You've worked hard going back and forth, let's eat some together."

"Your brother is just naive, and even such a thing has to be taken as a backstop."

Nan Zishu gave Ling Bei a "vicious" look: "Next time, don't give him face, just expose him directly, he won't dare to do anything to you at all."

"Well, sister-in-law."

With Nan Zishu's backing, Mo Ziwen quickly regained his former arrogance, and he raised his eyebrows at Ling Bei quite provocatively.

"Mo Ziwen, you..."

"What are you!?"

Before Ling Bei could utter his words, he was interrupted by Nan Zishu's unceremonious voice: "What kind of monster do you want to be, so hurry up and drink the porridge. Don't talk until you finish drinking!"

"What are you talking about here without eating? Do you really think you are a superman who can save the world without eating or drinking?"

Nan Zishu spoke aggressively, while pulling up the table board at the head of Ling Bei's bed, then opened the still warm porridge and put it in front of him. (end of this chapter)