How can I know the strategy? It's all because my wife loves me

The housekeeper, Uncle San, waited until Hongxuan finished playing a song before he dared to knock on the door to disturb him.

It’s not that he didn’t go to the door to check, but no matter how he shouted, the man was as motionless as a stone stake.

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, I hope nothing happens.

Since Ji's father and mother were not at home, Uncle San had to come and disturb Hongxuan.

Hongxuan was wiping his hands when he heard the sound and walked towards the balcony.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the third floor and the thick, wet rain, Hongxuan saw a small black shadow in the corner of the iron gate.

The moment he looked over, Hongxuan's heart seemed to skip a beat.

Because of a momentary strangeness in his heart, he put down the towel and hurried downstairs.

While changing into rain boots at the door, Uncle San hurriedly put a raincoat on Ji Hongxuan and opened an umbrella and held it above his head.

"Uncle San, you are old, so stop making trouble."

Ji Hongxuan took the umbrella and walked into the rain.

Mo Yang was wondering why such beautiful piano music suddenly disappeared.

Before he could figure out what was going on, a shadow appeared in front of him.

"Can't you find your home?"

Mo Yang looked up when he heard the voice and met the face of the young man Hongxuan, who was frowning slightly.

"Hongxuan..."

Mo Yang moved his lips, but no sound came out.

The moment I saw this person, I felt so much grievance in my heart.

He looked up at the person in front of him, his eyes were red, he didn't know if it was rain or tears dripping down his cheeks, his thick black eyelashes were stuck together.

Ji Hongxuan is only thirteen years old this year. His almond-shaped eyes still have the childishness of a child, and he does not have the aloof look of an adult.

He was puzzled, but did not ask any further questions.

The slender white hand reached out to Mo Yang, and Ji Hongxuan only whispered, "Come with me."

Ji Hongxuan pulled the little man who looked like a water ghost back home. Mo Yang followed him with his head down, staring at his steps, repeating the steps that Hongxuan had taken step by step.

"Hey," Uncle San looked at the water stains on the floor and hesitated as he stepped forward, "Shall I take him to the guest room to wash?"

When Mo Yang heard this, he looked up suddenly, stepped forward, grabbed Hongxuan's arm, and held him tightly.

The originally smooth and clean white shirt suddenly had a large water stain on it.

Ji Hongxuan frowned slightly.

Looking down at the child beside him, his dark eyes were motionless, as if they had no focus.

Just like a stray dog ​​that has just been brought home by its owner, full of anxiety.

The sleeve of his shirt was wrinkled into a ball by Mo Yang. Ji Hongxuan gently touched Mo Yang's hand, pried open his clenched palm, and held it in his own hand.

"I'll take you to take a bath."

After saying that, he took the person and walked towards the bedroom on the third floor.

Ji Hongxuan is only three years older than Mo Yang. He is also a child, but his words and actions are as mature as those of a little adult.

In the bathroom, she gave Mo Yang a bath in an orderly manner and found her own bathrobe for him to put on.

Mo Yang was not as tall as him. He put on his pajamas, leaving only his head exposed. It was soft, like a newborn baby.

Ji Hongxuan moved gently, fearing that he might accidentally hurt this well-behaved little guy.

After putting him down safely and sitting down beside the bed, Ji Hongxuan planned to go back to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Just as he took a step, he heard the sound of Mo Yang jumping off the bed behind him.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Hongxuan looked at him in confusion.

Mo Yang shook his hand, saw the paper and pen on the bedside table, walked over to pick it up, lowered his head and wrote a few words.

"I want to follow Hongxuan."

“You can’t speak?

I have never seen you, how do you know my name is Hongxuan?

Why are you following me?"

Ji Hongxuan received a good education since childhood and rarely asked so many questions at once.

But the person in front of him was so strange that he couldn't help but ask more questions.

Mo Yang looked at Hongxuan, who was covered in water, and pushed him towards the bathroom.

"Go take a shower, I'll wait for you at the door."

The water is cold, and Hongxuan only has an ordinary human body. He will catch a cold if the water stays on his body for a long time.

It was indeed uncomfortable to feel sticky and wet on his body, so Ji Hongxuan didn't delay any further, turned into the bathroom, and quickly cleaned himself up.

When I opened the door, I saw a little man wrapped in a bathrobe with the corner of his clothes dragging on the ground, standing at the door, motionless.

Seeing him come out, Mo Yang's black eyes lit up instantly.

His short black hair hung obediently on his head, and his delicate face with a little baby fat made him look like a little prince of a tribe who had been exiled to the world.

"He really looks like a little savage."

Ji Hongxuan chuckled and pulled the person back to the bed.

"Do you have anything to say to me?"

Ji Hongxuan turned around and handed him the paper and pen, and found that Mo Yang was staring at the hands they were holding.

[Immortal Lord, with you here, the Emperor will never lose a finger again in this life...]

Xiao Qi knew what Mo Yang was thinking.

No matter how angry Mo Yang was with Hongxuan, he would not let Hongxuan suffer even a little.

The fingers holding Hongxuan moved, and Mo Yang lowered his head to take off the peace locket pendant from his neck.

"For you, peace and protection from disasters."

This peace locket was asked by Mo Yang's parents when he was born. It is the only thing the couple left for him.

Mo Yang thought, since this peace locket protected Mo Yang in his previous life, it should be able to protect Hong Xuan in this life, right?

"you--"

"Hongxuan? Come down quickly, mom and dad are back."

Ji Hongxuan's arms trembled and he subconsciously became nervous when he heard the voice.

The Ji family has a strict family tradition. The educational philosophy conveyed to Ji Hongxuan since childhood is to act in accordance with the rules and be calm and measured.

But this little savage in front of him who came out of nowhere was obviously not within the rules of the Ji family.

"You stay here first, I'm going to go downstairs to see my parents."

Ji Hongxuan wanted to push Mo Yang's hand away, but he didn't know where this man got the strength from, he just held on tightly and refused to let go.

"Hongxuan? What are you doing in your room? I didn't hear you practicing the piano."

Ji's mother Tong Mu's voice came from far away, and before Ji Hongxuan could shake off her hand, the bedroom door was opened.

"Hongxuan? You, who is this child?"

Ten minutes later, Ji Hongxuan held Mo Yang's hand and stood in the living room with his head down.

Across from them were Ji Yanzhao and Tong Mu, one with a frown on his face, and the other sighing quietly.

The TV was still broadcasting the live broadcast of the tragic car accident that happened on the Beijing-Haikou Expressway today.

“I’ve called and asked, and both of this child’s parents died in the car accident.

I have contacted the city police station and will send him to the city welfare home soon."

Ji Yanzhao is a member of the political circle and has a special status. His every move will be watched closely, so he cannot just accept a person of unknown origin.

Mo Yang's hands trembled, and he raised his head slightly to look at Hong Xuan, who, like a magic trick, took out a pen and paper from behind in the next second.

"Mingsheng, he will take me in."

Mo Yang directly handed the written words to Ji Yanzhao. The two families had a close relationship, so Ji Yanzhao would naturally contact Mingsheng to find out.

Ji Yanzhao made a phone call, and soon the Ming family of three arrived.

"Why did I come to your house?"

Mingyu's mother Ji Lin was originally at the scene of the car accident, and she asked many people in order to find Mo Yang.

Mingsheng glanced at Mo Yang with a thoughtful look.

He looked up at Ji Yanzhao and said calmly, "This is Yicheng's child. Yanzhao, just assume that he died in the car accident."

Mingsheng mentioned it specifically, and Ji Yanzhao instantly understood what he meant.

After all, this is a sea city, so he can intervene in the news that reaches Beijing.

Ji Yanzhao nodded slightly to indicate that he would take on the task.

The Mingsheng family did not stay long. They chatted for a few minutes and then left.

At the last second before leaving, Mo Yang was willing to let go of Hongxuan's hand.

Ji Hongxuan lowered his head and looked at the transparent and translucent milky white peace locket in his hand, rubbing it a few times with his thumb.

This was something Mo Yang had just forced upon him, and he hadn't figured out how to handle it yet...

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I can understand that the babies love Mo Yang, but there must be a reason for everything. We are seeing it from Mo Yang's perspective. Hongxuan may have his own difficulties, but they must be in love.