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After confirming who the man was, Song Nuo followed the two of them for a short distance, then turned around and drove back in the car.

Along the way, he was talking to the system - judging from the current plot that the system has grasped, Fang Hongda's cheating was not mentioned, but he always felt a little concerned.

[There are too few plots about Mo Zeyan. You said that he lived in exile for three years. What is the reason? 】

The system is still the same answer, I don't know, the plot is not unlocked.

Song Nuo drove the car back to Li Tong and Fang Hongda's house, suddenly wondering if Fang Hongda would notice that the car was not there?

But he came back in a hurry to pick up something, so he shouldn't stay for too long, and he won't pay too much attention to other things, right?

[How can the plot be unlocked? 】

Song Nuo got into Mo Zeyan's room, climbed onto the bed and sat down: 【I'm afraid there will be an accident and we won't be able to do anything in time, otherwise... we can help Mo Zeyan find his father in advance? 】

The system was a little silent, and asked after a while: [Why? 】

【ah?what why? 】

Song Nuo dangled holding the two little feet: 【Looking for his father?I think no matter how bad his father is, it's better than letting Mo Zeyan live in exile for three years, right? 】

Although he doesn't mind raising Mo Zeyan, in reality, Mo Zeyan still needs a guardian.

[System, do you really know what's going on with Mo Zeyan's father?Why on earth did he leave Mo Zeyan, mother and son? 】

System: [I don't know, but if the host insists on finding Mo Zeyan's father, even if I don't know the plot and characters, I can help the host find him. 】

Song Nuo: [Then you should look for it first, you have to prepare for the future...]

"Click-"

The outer door opened, followed by the voices of Fang Junyuan and Li Tong talking, and the sound of footsteps gradually approaching here.

Mo Zeyan pushed open the door, his gaze quickly circled around the room, and finally settled on Song Nuo.

Song Nuo was shaking his feet, and was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Mo Zeyan closed the door and put his schoolbag on the table without answering.

Song Nuo let go of his feet and crawled to Mo Zeyan's side: "Don't worry, I didn't run away. Didn't I say that I came back early to put the car away? To avoid arousing their suspicion."

"Did I say anything?" Mo Zeyan squinted at Song Nuo: "You're overthinking."

"Oh..." Song Nuo touched his nose in embarrassment - he always felt that when Mo Zeyan came in just now, he looked at him last, as if he was confirming whether he came back obediently.

[Host, your identity information has been registered, using your previous resume. 】

The system paused for a moment, then continued to speak: [Do you want me to help you post it on the job search website?Online translation jobs, English, French and Italian, open part-time, right? 】

Song Nuo hummed, and suddenly felt a little dazed. Ever since he came here, he has been circling around Mo Zeyan, able to run and jump. Compared with his previous 20 years of life, he almost felt like he was cut off.

After the system put the resume on the job search website, Song Nuo came back to his senses and found that Mo Zeyan was lowering his head in a daze.

"Why don't you do your homework?"

Song Nuo reached out and pushed Mo Zeyan: "If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me, and I will teach you."

"You teach me?" Mo Zeyan withdrew from his thoughts, stared at Song Nuo, and said in an inexplicable tone, "What did you teach me?"

"Addition and subtraction." Song Nuo was afraid that the child would be embarrassed, so he patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, I'm here, I will let you get full marks in the next test, and you won't be afraid to hand in blank papers again."

Mo Zeyan: "..."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Song Nuo's full confidence, he turned his lips around and smiled, "Really, then thank you in advance."

Then Mo Zeyan took out his homework book, and Song Nuo went up with his pigtails.

Ten minutes later, Song Nuo stretched out his braids and broke down: "No, is addition and subtraction within two digits so difficult?"

Mo Zeyan said innocently: "I just finished learning, I really don't know how to do it, how can I count?"

After finishing speaking, he handed the homework to Song Nuo: "Nuo Nuo, can you tell me again?"

"Nuo Nuo?" Song Nuo was taken aback.

"What?" Mo Zeyan stared at Song Nuo: "You said you would take care of me, and you also said you would support me. I'll call you Nuonuo, isn't it good?"

"No...very, very good..."

Song Nuo rubbed his nose and whispered, "It's been a long time since anyone called me that."

Mo Zeyan threw out a sentence abruptly: "Didn't your parents call you that?"

"They divorced a long time ago...uh..." Song Nuo looked at Mo Zeyan, a little embarrassed.

He just said last night that he was sent by Mo Zeyan's mother. Now that he has parents, will it seem a bit strange?

But Mo Zeyan acted as if he didn't notice: "Why don't you continue talking?"

"There's nothing to say..." Song Nuo shook his head, and said in a low voice, "It's just that after they divorced, no one wanted me, and then no one called me by my nickname."

Mo Zeyan was silent for a moment.

Song Nuo thought it was his own words that made Mo Zeyan think of his parents, so he quickly changed the subject and comforted him, "Well... what's your nickname, Yanyan? How about I call you that in the future?"

"In that case, shouldn't I be the one to tell you?"

"What?" Song Nuo was a little confused.

Mo Zeyan looked at Song Nuo for a while, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's nothing."

After a pause, he said again: "Let's call it Yanyan."

"Oh……"

Song Nuo nodded, and then suddenly realized—could it be that Mo Zeyan wanted to say that he would call Nuonuo in the future?

This is... also want to comfort him?

Song Nuo swayed his feet, looked at Mo Zeyan with his head probed, trying to see something from him.

As a result, Mo Zeyan glared at him, "Sit down, don't shake."

After finishing speaking, I picked up the pen and continued to do my homework.

Only then did Song Nuo remember that he was still helping Mo Zeyan with math problems just now.

But...how did Mo Zeyan figure it out by himself now?And it's so smooth?

After a week, Song Nuo went to school with Mo Zeyan, and gradually realized that Mo Zeyan didn't know how to do it, but didn't want to do it. It wasn't that he couldn't learn well, but he was too lazy to learn...

He felt that the children's learning attitude was very bad.

And the weekend was here, after Li Tong and Fang Hongda went to work, Mo Zeyan actually sneaked out some money.

Fang Xiaopang was sleeping in his bedroom. Song Nuo stopped Mo Zeyan and said in a low voice, "What are you doing? Where did you get the money from?"

Song Nuo's voice was a little anxious, as if Mo Zeyan had done something bad.

Mo Zeyan looked at Song Nuo expressionlessly: "Is there a problem with the money I took from the master bedroom? Do you know how much compensation they swallowed from my mother?"

Song Nuo was taken aback.

"If you want to preach to me, you're free."

Mo Zeyan stood in the living room, fully dressed, as if he was about to go out, he stretched out his hand and pushed Song Nuo away: "Go back to the room, don't follow me."

"No, no..."

Song Nuo stretched out his hand to hold Mo Zeyan, but was dragged forward a few steps. He was even more anxious: "You return the money, and if you are found out, you will be beaten again. I have money. Didn't I say that I Will I raise you..."

"Are you rich?"

Mo Zeyan paused.

"Yeah, I earned it these few days..." Song Nuo hurriedly explained.

Seeing Mo Zeyan stop, he hastened to speak again: "I know you feel uncomfortable, but if the money is gone, even if there is no proof, they will definitely suspect you and take it out on you..."

Mo Zeyan looked down at Song Nuo.

"I don't want you to be beaten again, put the money back."

Song Nuo hugged Mo Zeyan's calf, and comforted him, "One day, they will get their retribution."

This week, Song Nuo and Mo Zeyan have been inseparable. How did he earn money? This matter involves the system, and it is difficult for Song Nuo to explain clearly to Mo Zeyan.

But Mo Zeyan stared at Song Nuo for a while, didn't ask anything, and obediently sent the money back.

"Your money, I will return it to you later."

Mo Zeyan went out with Song Nuo in his arms, holding a bank card that Song Nuo gave him just now: "Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting for long."

"There's not much money inside, and it was prepared for you..." Song Nuo replied in a low voice, looking outside, wondering where Mo Zeyan was going.

Mo Zeyan hugged Song Nuo's hand tightly, "What about you?"

"What myself?"

Song Nuo was afraid that passers-by would find out that he was wrong, so every time he spoke, the words seemed to pop out of his lips.

But Mo Zeyan didn't care very much, he just talked to himself, even if passers-by looked at him inexplicably, he didn't take it seriously. This mentality is not generally good.

"Money." Mo Zeyan said, "Don't you keep some for yourself?"

"What should I keep? I have nowhere to use the money."

Song Nuo took it for granted, "The reason why I want to make money is to buy you warm clothes so that you can have enough food. Ah, by the way, didn't I mean to fatten you up?"

He deliberately teased Mo Zeyan with a cute and cute tone, but Mo Zeyan still had a sullen face, and he couldn't see any expressions or thoughts.

"We have to wait for the bus."

Song Nuo groaned, obediently stayed in Mo Zeyan's arms, and closed his mouth.

There were a lot of people waiting for the bus at the station, and they were a little curious when they saw a child coming by himself.

In particular, the child was holding an "eye-catching" doll in his arms, which made many people cast curious eyes.

"Hey, kid, why are you holding such a doll?" an aunt next to her said.

Mo Zeyan hugged Song Nuo tightly again, raised his eyelids and glanced over: "It's none of your business."

The aunt was dissatisfied immediately: "Hey, why do you talk like that, kid? Your parents didn't teach you what is polite..."

Mo Zeyan: "My mother is dead, and my father doesn't know where he is."

Aunt: "..."