The second generation of photon data is coming.

Ye Xinghui looked at her with bright eyes and said, "Yinghan said something!"

Mo Yinghan looked at Ye Xinghui who was a little nervous.

"What do you want to hear?"

Photon data is constantly automatically retrieved: [Mo Yinghan: female, height 1.7 meters, bust 90, waist 61, hip 9, thigh 51 calves 0, calves 51 calves 0, strong learning and judgment ability, introverted personality, full of appearance, strongly recommended to be included in the bag. Have good performance level and superior physical conditions, play all beautiful things, ancient style films and TV dramas with extra points of 200 points, and can sing mid-bass songs...]

Two glasses outline Mo Yinghan and retrieved the registration data of Yanjing Film and Television Academy online.

[A variety of academic transcripts, stage plays participated in the first semester...]

Blocks of data are listed.

Ye Xinghui's eyes were straightened. He never expected that the photon data that could be connected to the Internet was so strong that he could even search the relevant news materials by himself.

"Ye Xinghui? What are you looking at?" Mo Yinghan became a little alert. She had also seen him plucking the glasses these days. The woman's sixth sense told her that Ye Xinghui had a big problem at this time.

I used to think Ye Xinghui was weird. She often looked around with a pair of large-framed glasses and stared at her for a long time. At this time, she finally had some doubts about what was in those two lenses?

"Ye Xinghui, you can't be a perspective glass!!" Mo Yinghan said suspiciously, then he was so scared that his legs were closed together, his hands wrapped around his chest, and turned his body to warn him.

At this time, she couldn't help but have doubts. Is there anyone who thinks of people like this?

"What?" Ye Xinghui came to his senses. The surprise given by the photon data just now was too amazing, beyond his imagination. He asked repeatedly: "Yinghan, what did you say? I didn't hear it clearly. I just lost my mind!"

Mo Yinghan didn't say anything, stretched out his right hand and took off the glasses frame!

Ye Xinghui's head tilted instantly and his feet stepped back, completely avoiding her hands.

"Hey, Yinghan, what are you doing!"

"Ye Xinghui, if you don't let me see your glasses today, we will break up with each other!" Mo Yinghan said fiercely.

Ye Xinghui frowned and reached out to remove the photon data. However, when he picked it, he naturally turned off the function keys and turned them into normal glasses.

"I've told you earlier, take it!"

After looking around for a long time, there was no problem with the glasses. Mo Yinghan handed the glasses back: "Give it back to you!"

Just as Mo Yinghan's eyes turned away, an unaware smile appeared on the corner of Ye Xinghui's mouth, and he was even more fortunate that the simulation of photon data was not something to cover. The moment Mo Yinghan stretched out his hand, Photon data had already given the best dodge solution.

......

New Year's Eve.

Ye Xinghui followed Mo Yinghan and wandered in the Yanjing vegetable market.

The vegetable market was crowded, as if it was a war. It took the two of them a long time to buy some fresh vegetables, fish and meat.

"Yinghan, can we finish eating?" Ye Xinghui looked at the countless plastic pockets in his hand with a wry smile.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you can't eat one meal, just be hot the next meal."

"All right!"

Under the cold wind in February, pedestrians on the street gradually became fewer.

When the two walked to the same corner!

Suddenly a black shadow appeared in front of them, holding a dozen bouquets of roses in both hands, and said timidly: "Brother, do you buy flowers?"

Ye Xinghui subconsciously blocked Mo Yinghan. When he saw carefully, he saw a thin girl, and her little cotton jacket was extremely worn, so he let go of his vigilance.

"Sorry, we won't buy it!"

"Just buy a bunch of brother, your girlfriend is so beautiful, she needs it very much." The little girl's face turned pale and she was still trying her best to persuade her.

"Okay, but tell your brother, why don't you go home for the New Year's Eve?"

Ye Xinghui asked while paying for the money.

The little girl was slightly stunned, her big eyes were filled with crystal tears, and she lowered her head and said in a low voice: "Mom is sick. She has been lying in bed for more than a month and has spent all the money at home. I originally wanted to sell the flowers in my hand and buy medicine for my mother."

As he spoke, his voice became even smaller, and he held more than ten bouquets of roses tightly with his hands, as if this was a hope of saving his life.

The sensitive Mo Yinghan has already cried like rain. What a poor little girl, she is so similar to herself and as strong as herself.

Ye Xinghui's nose was also a little sour: "Where is your father?"

"No dad!" the little girl said very firmly.

Mo Yinghan grabbed Ye Xinghui's neck of clothes and looked pitiful: "Let's help her?"

Ye Xinghui had a headache. He was about New Year's Eve, but this happened, and the little girl was really pitiful.

But even if Mo Yinghan doesn't say it, he will help: "Little girl, go with your brother and sister, put the things on your hands at home, and then go see your mother!"

The little girl was a little at a loss and stood there motionless.

But in the end, they followed the two of them. It was only when they left that they were still with a certain degree of defense. It can be imagined how much this little girl has experienced.

After putting down the thing, the two followed the little girl to her home in a mess.

A very small house, at most, only more than ten square meters, was a woman in her thirty dying lying on the bed. She looked pretty good, but her face was pale and she looked very weak when she was ill in bed.

"Brother, sister, you guys sit down." The little girl brought two stools and said obediently.

When the woman saw a guest coming from home, she straightened her body and asked, "Who are Momo and the others?"

Ye Xinghui hurriedly picked it up: "Hello, we are Momo's friends. What is your illness?"

"I had a fever when I was at work and accidentally got pneumonia. I didn't get better after being delayed for so long. It was getting worse and worse... Cough cough!!" As he said that, the woman started coughing again.

"Yinghan, go and call a taxi! You can't drag pneumonia."

Mo Yinghan hurriedly walked out.

Soon, the two finally sent the woman to the hospital and only planned to go home after paying enough hospitalization fees.

When they left, the woman had already received an injection and fell asleep. She had been tortured by the disease for too long. I am afraid that even if the disease is cured, she will have to recuperate for a while.

"Brother and sister, are you leaving? Can I still go to find you?" Momo was a little reluctant.

"Haha!" Ye Xinghui touched her little head and smiled, "Give it, this is our phone number. You have been to our house, so you will go directly to your house next time. If you have any problems, find your brother!"

Before leaving, Mo Yinghan took out more than a thousand yuan and put it in Momo's palm, asking her to take good care of her mother.

"Thank you brother and sister!"

"You're welcome, who told Xiao Momo to be so cute! Go back and take care of your mother."

Looking at this little cute little girl over ten years old, their hearts were warm.

The bell of New Year's Eve is coming soon.

Ye Xinghui and Mo Yinghan, however, staged a war that was about to break out in the kitchen.

"Ye Xinghui, how did you make the dumplings? They were all oily!"

"I'm not sure you're too thin, so I'll make up for you."

"I'm so ugly, you can eat it yourself!"

"Is it ugly? I think it's okay!"
Chapter completed!