conspirator's love

Chapter 28

Seeing the back of Mo Jiaxin going away, Fang Yan felt even more aggrieved, hey, what kind of attitude is this.

She sat for a while, the sky darkened, and even the playing dogs went home.

She took the bus home dejectedly.

As soon as she entered the door, Fang Yan's mother rushed over, "Why did you just come back? Your friend waited for you for half an hour and made an appointment with him, and didn't say you would come back early?"

Dialect was surprised to see Mo Jiaxin sitting on the sofa with a silver suitcase at her feet. Seeing her coming back, she stood up and smiled like a fox: "Are you back? Auntie, don't blame her, actually I'm here early."

Dialect changed his shoes and walked into the house. He saw a pile of fruits, snacks, cooked food, vitamins, and his father's favorite tea and cigarettes on the coffee table. "What's this?"

Fang Yan's mother answered, "Jiaxin is too polite, but I just came to stay for one night and brought so many things."

"Stay for one night?" Dialect asked.

"Auntie, please be polite. These are all special products of our city B. They are not worth anything. Just as long as you don't dislike them." She looked at the dialect slyly with her eyes, "I told Xiaoyan to stay for three days, but the landlord Said that the house should be able to move in tomorrow, and I am too embarrassed to bother."

"Auntie welcomes you to stay for a few days." Fang Yan's mother is full of smiles, "Jiaxin, she looks comfortable and speaks nicely."

"What are you talking about?" Dialect asked alertly.

"Jiaxin told us about the scenic spots in City B, and invited us to go there to play." Fang Yan's mother was bribed by Mo Jiaxin with just a few words.

"Mom, I'm hungry, hurry up and cook." Fang Yan dismissed her mother and pulled Mo Jiaxin to the house.

"Don't worry, wait until I get the box." Mo Jiaxin dragged the box behind her and followed her into the house unhurriedly.

"What are you doing?" Fang Yan closed the door angrily.

"Take you home." Mo Jiaxin sat down on the bed, leaning back on the quilt.

"Who said he wanted to go home with you. I said I won't return." Seeing her rascal, Fang Yan really wanted to kick her twice.

"Isn't that how TV dramas are played? When the wife comes home angry, the husband comes to pick her up and even bribes the mother-in-law." She had a teasing expression on her face, and her eyes scratched her dialect face like hooks.

"If you don't say it, you won't." Fang Yan kicked her box, "Get out of here too!"

"If you don't want to go back, I will listen to you. We will live here. If you live for a day, I will live for a day. If you want to live for a month, I will live for a month." Mo Jiaxin rolled on the bed , buried his head in the dialect quilt, inhaled the smell deeply, "It smells really good, it really smells like you."

"You bastard! Besides lying and playing tricks, what else do you do? You lied and tricked people into coming to our house." Fang Yan went up to pull her up, trying to pull her up.

Mo Jiaxin turned over, pulled the dialect on her body, and said softly: "Stop making trouble, I was wrong, you don't like me deceiving people, and I won't be like this anymore."

Fang Yan struggled to get up, Mo Jiaxin clamped her tightly between her legs, "Don't move, I miss you."

"Fuck off!"

"Fang Xiaobai, I was wrong, don't be angry with me. I'm an asshole, I hate it, and I don't want to do things that make you unhappy, especially the one about Zhang Zilu." Mo Jiaxin stopped the dialect "I was so desperate at the time, I desperately wanted to come back as soon as possible, but it was still a step too late, I really wanted to die."

"Why rush back so desperately?" Fang Yan asked, rolling his eyes.

"I finished college in three years, just because I was afraid that you would run away, not be in T city or get married, but I still didn't catch up," she pouted, "I have liked you for so many years, and the three years of college are almost gone." I'm exhausted, trying my best to study credits. You have pity on me, don't blame me anymore."

Dialect softened when she heard this, but her attitude was still relentless. She pinched Mo Jiaxin's face with the index and middle fingers of both hands, "Pretending to be cute is not suitable for you at all. Who made you like it?" ?Are you a pervert? Still playing stalking?

"I'm a pervert," Mo Jiaxin replied frankly, but was taken aback by the dialect.

"I've liked you so much for a long time, I like you too much." Mo Jiaxin hugged dialect tightly with both hands, "Please don't want me."

"I don't want you, you'll be fine if you don't get hacked for these bastard things you did." Dialect struggled hard.

"I just rescued you from a loveless marriage. The means are debatable, but the result is good." Mo Jiaxin tightened her hands and feet again, and hugged her even tighter, "What's more I love you with all my heart. Do you have the heart to split me?"

"Why is it that every time I talk to you, you always make sense in the end, are you here to apologize?" Fang Yan glared at her.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, why don't you hit me twice." Mo Jiaxin continued to pretend to be pitiful.

"Cut, who wants to beat you. I don't even want to see your virtue." Fang Yan pouted contemptuously.

"Then close your eyes."

Fang Yan heard that he really closed his eyes and didn't look at her.

Mo Jiaxin's lips stuck close to each other.

The atmosphere was just right, and when everything was wonderful, a gust of wind and a thunderous figure opened the door with a bang, "What are you doing?"

Feng Lu's loud voice frightened Fang Yan into running away, got up, rushed to the door and dragged Feng Lu in, quickly closed and locked the door.

Just now, he thought that he would mercilessly drive Mo Jiaxin away, and underestimated the enemy's combat effectiveness, so he didn't lock the door.

What's more, apart from Feng Lu, no one in this family would open the door so unceremoniously. Since puberty, as long as the door is locked in dialect, parents will knock first before entering.

Feng Lu looked at the dialect, her cheeks were powdered, she was shy and angry, and then she looked at the evildoer lying on the bed, there was a kind of coquettishness in her silence, and the truth instantly came to light, it turned out that she broke the scene of the dog girl having an affair.

She pointed at Mo Jiaxin: "You...you...that's you..."

"You really think you are Conan!" Fang Yan slapped her hand off, and was very worried about her friend's IQ. One get one free.

Mo Jiaxin sat up and raised a jade-like hand, "Hello, Feng Lu, right? I'm Mo Jiaxin."

Feng Lu also stretched out her hand, but turned to dialect and asked, "Is she the master of jade carving?"

Covering his face in dialect, he nodded.

"It's better to meet you than to be famous!" Feng Lu sighed in admiration: "You are such a woman, why do you like the dialect? Do small breasts make you more masculine?"

When the dialect heard the words, the hatred instantly shifted, and I really wanted to slap Feng Lu to death. Let me ask again, where is your character design?Is it here to help, or to tear it down?

Mo Jiaxin laughed out loud, "Feng Lu, you are so cute."

Dialect asked darkly from behind: "Feng Lu, what are you doing here?"

"Hey! I almost forgot the business." Feng Lu slapped her head and turned to ask dialect: "I want to ask how your blind date is going?"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Yan felt a savage slash and stabbed himself into the door panel with a bang.

Since then, she can be sure that Feng Lu is here to tear things down.

"What's a blind date, isn't it just drinking coffee with a friend who grew up in the same neighborhood?" Dialect explained awkwardly.

"Qin Mo told me that we had a good chat with you, let's go to his house for dinner next time. If we succeed, we must thank me as a matchmaker. Ah! Why are you pinching me?" Feng Lu rubbed her buttocks, shouted dissatisfied.

"Why are you here again? Don't you need to bring the baby?" Fang Yan winked at her, telling her to stop and disappear as soon as possible.

"My mother took it with me." Feng Lu moved to the side of the bed in a jerk, and sat down, "Are you going to sleep here together tonight?"

Mo Jiaxin looked at her, smiled without saying a word.

Dialect scratched his head and wanted to invite these two ancestors out.

It just so happened that I hadn't opened the box for the past two days, so Fang Yan dragged out the powder box under the desk and said nonstop, "I'm leaving, you guys play here slowly."

Dialect pulled the suitcase to the door of the bedroom, then turned around and said, "Mo Jiaxin, are you going?"

Feng Lu grinned: "What are you doing? Who is this show for? You don't have to leave. If you think I'm in the way, I'll go by myself."

Feng Lu walked into the living room carelessly and shouted towards the kitchen: "Mom, don't cook for me anymore, the dialect drove me away!"

Fang Yan's mother ran out with a cooking shovel in her hand, "Why? Xiaoyan, why are you driving Lulu away?"

Dialect simply dragged the box out, "I didn't drive her away, but asked her to invite me to dinner. I went home today and asked Mo Jiaxin to come back to my house with me. Mom, you just started cooking, right? No need to do it." That's a lot. It's enough for you and my father to eat."

"Don't you want to eat?" Fang Yan's mother said suspiciously: "It's not difficult to make rice. Jiaxin brought a lot of cooked food over, cut it up, and mixed it up. After eating, leave. Feng Lu, you too."

"Hey, mom, you don't need to worry about her anymore, she's coming back like an arrow, and everyone has killed her, so she can't eat anymore." Feng Lu said angrily.

"What kills you?" Fang Yan's mother asked in confusion.

Dialect only hated that he didn't have flying knives, blood drops and the like in his hand, and killed Feng Lu twenty steps away.

"I mean if you don't let her go back, your son-in-law Zhang Zilu will kill you soon." Feng Lu turned her head and winked at Fang Yan, opened the door and left.

After hearing this sentence, Fang Yan's mother hurried back to the kitchen to turn off the fire.

"Just come to the door. It's too late for me to welcome you." Fang Yan's mother turned out from the kitchen.

When Mo Jiaxin heard the conversation between the three, she also stood up and dragged her suitcase to the living room, "Auntie, Fang Yan wants to go home, so I'll stay with her for two days, so I won't cause you any trouble."

"You're welcome, your uncle went to buy octopus, and Auntie really wants to keep you for dinner." Fang Yan's mother said, "We Xiaoyan seldom bring friends over."

"Feng Lu doesn't come here often?" Fang Yan retorted.

"She's not your friend, she's my half-daughter."

Dialect wrinkled her nose to express her speechlessness. After thinking about it, she went on to say, "Mom, what else do you buy hairtail for at night? Just eat whatever you have at home. We'll leave after dinner."

"Didn't you talk about wanting to eat octopus yesterday? I see that Jiaxin also came and asked your dad to buy more and make a pot of braised octopus. If you can't finish it, you can take it home." Fang Yan's mother.

Just as he was talking, Fang Yan's father came in, carrying a vegetable basket: "Let me wrap it all up, it's enough for this greedy cat to eat."

Dialect smiled and poked Mo Jiaxin: "My dad is a master at making octopus, you will try it later."

"Auntie, do you want us to help?" Mo Jiaxin asked hurriedly.

"I don't need you, Jiaxin, just sit down and chat with Dialect," she said, and went into the kitchen with Dialect's father.

The host and guest enjoyed a meal.

Sitting among the Fang family members, Mo Jiaxin found it very refreshing to observe their interactions.

The dialect seems to have become a little smaller again, and she waited contentedly for her parents to bring her fish, and she just picked the shredded tripe in the cold dish with the bowl in her hand.

The doting eyes of Fang Yan's parents never left Fang Yan's body, while Ai Wu and Wu Di took good care of Mo Jiaxin, serving her vegetables and soup.

After the meal, Dialect's mother packed a large box of hairtail and a large box of mixed vegetables for them to take home to eat.

For Mo Jiaxin, the daily life of other people's family, such as eating together happily, is a scene that would never appear in dreams.

After the meal, Mo Jiaxin took the dialect box, held it with each hand, and let Fangyan hold the lunch box to clear the way in front. When they walked downstairs, Mo Jiaxin looked back again, "Actually, I used to follow you I have been home many times, and every time I walk to this door, I can only watch you go in, and I can never imagine what your room and family look like. Today, I have fulfilled one of my wishes."

"Then what do you think it's like now?" Fang Yan asked casually.

"It's what a home should look like, warm, casual, and undefended." Mo Jiaxin said. "It will be the same in our home."

"Will we always be together in the future?" Dialect was somewhat uncertain.

"Well, of course." Mo Jiaxin looked at her firmly.

The knot in the dialect was invisible at this moment, and she leaned on her lover's ear and whispered softly: "I love you."

Mo Jiaxin slightly curled her lips and replied, "1 years."

"Shouldn't I answer that you love me too?" Fang Yan hit her calf with a lunch box in dissatisfaction.

Mo Jiaxin said solemnly: "Let's go" and dragged the box to her car.

The author has something to say:

Recently, my enthusiasm for writing has been unprecedented. I write when I wake up early, and I also write before going to bed at night, and I still write in some spare time.I have been fascinated by Mo Jiaxin, Dialect and Feng Lu.

Life is too short, love what you love, live the life you want to live.