Finally, the sissy told the waiter everything he wanted, and the waiter took back the menu and left. Mo Chen said with a little complaint, "It's just the three of us, you order so much, who can eat it? It's so wasteful."

The sissy said in disbelief, "I can't pack it! Believe me, the things I just ordered are really delicious. I promise, I won't let you down!"

Mo Chen sneered and muttered in a low voice, "It's really not spending your money, you are generous."

Although Mo Chen's voice was small, it was not impossible for the two people sitting opposite him to hear it clearly. The girl driving said, "It doesn't matter, just be happy with everyone."

The sissy smiled and touched the girl's shoulder "Thank you!"

Then he said to Mo Chen, "What are you afraid of? Her family is very rich, just this meal is nothing."

This made Mo Chen disgusted. Mo Chen immediately retorted, "Does he have money? No matter what our business is, don't worry about others' benefits just because he helped someone a little."

"Yoyou~~ You are so noble!" The sissy was not angry, and there was still a smile on her face.

On the contrary, the girl driving asked the sissy strangely, "How do you make sure my family has money? Could it be that you know me?"

Mo Chen glanced at the sissy and interrupted, "He?! It's probably the same as the one who just happened to be a mess, because he saw the car you drove."

This reminded the girl who drove the car. The girl smiled embarrassedly. She whispered, "Although it's a Mercedes-Benz, it's not a high-end car. You really praised me."

A feeling of favor arose in Mo Chen's heart. At the age of the girl in front of him, driving a car at this price. Whether it is family conditions or through some abnormal channels, most girls have nostrils facing the sky and have a sense of superiority all over their bodies. It is rare to be as modest as girls.

The sissy took a sip of the juice the waiter had just sent, and said casually, "You are always so modest! You are rich if you have a little money, and you are much better than people like us who are just 11 routes."

After saying that, the sissy and the girl looked at each other and smiled, Mo Chen asked curiously, "What 11th Route?"

The sissy smiled even more happily, and her legs sitting on the chair were walking up and down unhonestly, saying, "Let's walk! The two legs are just 11th route."

The sissy joke made Mo Chen feel a little joking, but seeing the sissy talking to the girl, Mo Chen felt like they were their best friends.

Mo Chen looked at the girl driving and told the house that she said, "My name is Mo Chen, I haven't asked about your name yet."

"My name is Haiting!" said the sissy, and Mo Chen gave him a look and let him experience it for himself.

The girl driving the car smiled slightly and said, "Meng Xinyao, you can call me Yaoyao, Xinyao, or Xiao Meng."

"Meng Xinyao..." Mo Chen thought about this name, and a familiar feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

But at this moment, Mo Chen's severe pain started. Mo Chen stroked his forehead discomfort and unconsciously let out a moan from his mouth, "Uh..."

"Hey! What's wrong with you?" Haiting asked, and Meng Xinyao and they looked at Mo Chen strangely.

This time, the headache lasted for only about two minutes and suddenly stopped hurting.

Meng Xinyao asked with concern, "Where are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to take you to the hospital?"

Mo Chen smiled awkwardly and waved his hand and said, "No need~ I will have this headache from time to time, and it will be cured in a short while."

At this time, the dishes that Haiting ordered before were served one by one. Haiting picked up a piece of French fries with his bare hands and stuffed them into his mouth, saying, "I really didn't see that you are young, why are you like an old man and you still have old problems."

"Puff..." Meng Xinyao was amused by Haiting, felt rude and lowered her head to eat and covered up her food.

Mo Chen replied, "It seems that you are not young anymore! The puff on your face is so thick, can you just use powder to fill the folds?"

Mo Chen's words were indeed annoying. I thought that Haiting, as a man, went out with heavy makeup. He would not go into some of his orientations, but he was always a beauty-loving person.

However, Haiting was not as angry as Mo Chen had expected. Instead, he seemed to have not listened to Mo Chen at all.

Haiting was slightly ecstatic and suddenly said, "Old Mo..."

"What did you say?" Mo Chen asked after he didn't hear it clearly.

Haiting raised his head blankly, glanced at Meng Xinyao, and then looked at Mo Chen.

Hai Ting said thoughtfully, "It's so strange... Just now, the three words "Mo Tou" suddenly popped up in his mind..."

Looking at the three words Motou, they came from Haiting's mouth and came into Mo Chen's ears, which suddenly made Mo Chen feel nostalgic.

But this feeling is always hard to say in front of Hai Ting. No one is laughed at by others and cooperates with him.

So Mo Chen pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Old man, your sister!" Then, Mo Chen pointed to the chicken wings in front of Haiting and said, "Do you still eat it? If you don't eat it, I'll eat it!"

Haiting's hands, busy protecting food, blocked the plate and shouted loudly, "Eat, eat, don't move!"

The time to share delicious food with strangers soon passed. Before leaving, at Haiting's suggestion, Mo Chen left each other with them and added WeChat friends.

In fact, Mo Chen doesn’t really want to give them the phone number, so why do you have to get to know each other by chance?

But seeing that Meng Xinyao had already reported her mobile phone number, Mo Chen felt sorry for her. She was not as straightforward as a girl, and even after eating another meal, she didn't even dare to say the phone number, which made people feel careless.

After the three of them left each other's contact information, Mo Chen left first. Haiting and Meng Xinyao were on the same road and wanted to take a ride.

Mo Chen looked at the time on his phone. It was already past five o'clock in the evening, and his parents didn't call him a single call.

Mo Chen was alone thinking about returning home. It was evening and the gangsters in the house were secretly gangsters.

Mo Chen gently brought him to the door. As soon as he walked to the living room, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The coffee table in the living room was pushed to the front of the TV cabinet, and two white candles were placed on the coffee table, illuminating the faint light.

Between the two candles, some offering fruits were placed. A middle-aged man in a Taoist robe waved his whisk, walked back and forth in a square step, muttering words.

Mo Chen was looking at the ground, and his parents knelt on the floor together. When he saw Mo Chen coming back, his mother was about to speak, but his father made a ban on his lips.

Then, dad waved his hand to Mo Chen and signaled Mo Chen to come over.

The man in Taoist robe did not stop moving because of Mo Chen's arrival. He kept reciting the mantra and walking strange steps.

Mo Chen followed his father's gesture and carefully walked around the man in Taoism and squatted beside his parents.

Mo Chen pointed to the man in Taoism, lowered his voice and asked his parents, "What's going on?"

Mom whispered, “The master is helping us with the method.”
Chapter completed!