Chapter 238: Lin Yao's Mother

As the lights come on and night falls, the bustling Jiang Rong is busier than during the day.

On a road full of street trees, pedestrians coming and going looked at a man and a woman standing in the middle of the road in amazement.

The woman is neatly dressed, has a plump figure, and has a mature and sexy temperament.

The male teenager has white hair, his expression is a little dull, his head is slightly turned to one side, as if he is afraid to face the gaze of a mature woman.

"Sister Mo, I still feel..."

After Mo Yan asked that sentence, Zhang Zhiqin stood there blankly, as if struck by lightning.

Mo Yan didn't rush, just looked at him calmly.

Finally, after a long silence, Zhang Zhiqin said in a daze:

"We're like, um, how should I put it, I never thought that the two of us could fall in love."

Zhang Zhiqin scratched his ears and cheeks, and finally expressed his meaning clumsily.

"It's okay, you can think about it from now on."

Mo Yan was still calm, with a rare tenderness and anticipation on his face.

Zhang Zhiqin looked down at the woman in front of her who was almost seven years older than her. Her silhouette was slightly sharp, her eyes were piercing, and her shawl hair fluttered slightly in the wind, with a hint of feminine softness.

At this moment, her breathing seemed to be a little short, and her eye-catching chest began to rise and fall with increasing amplitude.

Zhang Zhiqin couldn't help but swallowed, desperately imitating the scene of herself and Mo Yan being together in her mind...

It's just that he couldn't think of what that picture should look like in his mind.

"I'm sorry, Sister Mo, I really can't think of it, I might..."

Zhang Zhiqin muttered, "Not ready yet."

His voice was very low, but the night wind grew louder, blowing his words into Mo Yan's ears.

The atmosphere instantly became frozen.

Mo Yan looked at Zhang Zhiqin, the smile on his face didn't decrease at all, he just said lightly:

"open.

"

"Oh. Yes."

Only then did Zhang Zhiqin realize that his hands were still supporting Mo Yan's waist, and he quickly let go.

Mo Yan turned around and left.

"Sister Mo, wait!"

Zhang Zhiqin shouted loudly from behind, but Mo Yan didn't even look back, and that plump and sexy figure quickly disappeared into the night.

"Why did you leave?"

Zhang Zhiqin stood there in a daze.

"Are you angry? It doesn't look like it. She usually kicks me when she is angry."

Zhang Zhiqin scratched her head, not knowing what to do, so she went home silently.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when he returned home, and his parents went to Lincheng to visit relatives. They were away for the past two days. Zhang Zhiqin sat down on the sofa, feeling a little troubled, so he took out his mobile phone and sent Mo Yan a WeChat message:

"Sister Mo, are you home yet?"

A reminder text suddenly appeared below this message:

"Mo Yan has turned on friend verification, and you are not his (her) friend yet. Please send a friend verification request first..."

Zhang Zhiqin: "?"

What's the situation?

Sister Mo blocked me?

Zhang Zhiqin dialed Mo Yan in disbelief, but was cut off after only two rings.

He sent another text message: "Sister Mo, are you really angry?"

Waited ten minutes, no reply.

Waited another half an hour, an hour...until late at night.

Zhang Zhiqin woke up from the sofa, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and picked up his phone.

Mo Yan still didn't reply to the text message.

Zhang Zhiqin sat on the sofa blankly. After a while, a word finally came out:

"Hold!"

...

As the night deepens, Lan Heng Garden.

"Sister Yao, good night."

"OK, good night."

After Lin Yao took a shower and said goodnight to Fangfang, she walked into her bedroom.

She was lying on the bed in a white nightdress, pulled the quilt, and wrapped her body tightly in the quilt.

But with his eyes wide open, he couldn't fall asleep.

At dinner, she saw Fang Xiaole and Fang Shengnan talking on the phone with Fang's mother. She felt very envious of the way that there was no barrier between mother and daughter and mother and daughter communicated casually.

At this moment, the night was quiet and everything was silent, Lin Yao couldn't help thinking of her mother.

Lin Yao's mother's name is Haiyao, a very rare surname, and Lin Yao's name is taken from her father's surname and her mother's first name.

It can be seen that the relationship between Lin Duanzheng and Haiyao was very good back then, but for some reason, the relationship between the husband and wife gradually became cold.

When Lin Yao was about ten years old, after her grandmother passed away, Lin Yao's mother came home less and less.

The communication between their mother and daughter is limited to a weekly phone call and a monthly allowance from the mother alone.

When Lin Yao went to Kyoto to go to college, the interval between phone calls became one month, half a year, or even a year...

The only thing that remains unchanged is that my mother will insist on remitting pocket money to Lin Yao every month. As the price of goods rises, the amount of pocket money continues to increase.

In the past, we used bank cards to transfer money, but with the popularity of WeChat, we used WeChat to transfer money.

Lin Yao opened WeChat, and saw the contact named "Mom" in the third column of the contact list.

The second column on the list is "Dad", and Lin Yao has set her parents' WeChat to the top.

At this time, she entered the chat record with her mother, which contained rows and rows of transfer and refund records.

Every month, her mother transfers a sum of living expenses to her via WeChat, but Lin Yao never accepts it, and the money will be automatically refunded the next day.

And the mother will still transfer the money to her on time in the next month, but she still refuses to accept it, and the refund will be automatically refunded the next day.

Such a scenario will be staged regularly at the end or beginning of each month.

This seems to have become the only way for the mother and daughter to communicate.

Lin Yao sometimes wonders if the machine on the other end of WeChat is a programmed machine that will automatically transfer money at a fixed time, and her mother may have forgotten her long ago.

Ding.

Suddenly, there was a new message in the WeChat dialog box.

Mom transferred the money to her again.

Only then did Lin Yao remember that today is October 31st, and it is the day of transfer and automatic refund at the end of each month.

This time, Lin Yao still did not collect the money, but sent a message to her mother:

"Mom, I have enough money, you don't need to give me money."

After the news was sent out, Lin Yao stared at the screen of her mobile phone, her eyes full of anticipation.

Ding.

Finally, her mother sent her a message back:

"it is good."

Only one word.

Lin Yao bit her lip and typed again:

"Mom, I want to call you and tell you something."

This time, her mother didn't reply. Lin Yao held the phone tightly with both hands, and light blue blood vessels could be faintly seen on the back of her slender hands.

Five minutes later, Lin Yao's cell phone rang, and her beautiful eyes widened suddenly, full of surprise and apprehension.

It's mom's phone!

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Yao lightly pressed the answer button, and then pressed the phone tightly to the side of her face.

"mom……"