Cannon Fodder Role Playing Mission(Quick Wear) [MTL]

Chapter 114 The Eighth Small World (15)

However, these speculations still need to be confirmed.

　　Xi Ye couldn't help but focus his eyes on the father in his world.

　　...

　　When Xi Ye returned to the island, he found Jiang Mo sitting in the garden listening to opera.

　　The man poured tea calmly, his sleeves rolled up slightly, revealing his pale wrists.

　　Xi Ye couldn't help but stop walking towards the villa.

　　Jiang Mo tilted his head slightly and said with a smile: "You're back, come and sit down."

　　Xi Ye made a "tsk" sound, scratched his hair, and walked over and sat on the stone bench on the other side.

　　Jiang Mo pushed the teacup in his hand to him and poured himself another cup.

　　Jiang Mo blew away the floating tea leaves and took a sip.

　　Xi Ye didn't like drinking tea, so he tilted his head and supported his chin with his hands, looking at the stage.

　　Jiang Mo just glanced at him and said nothing.

　　Until the song ended, Xi Ye yawned.

　　He didn't have much artistic talent and could only understand a little bit of these babblings, but Jiang Mo seemed very satisfied.

　　Xi Ye changed his posture and sat up a little straighter. At this time, Jiang Mo suddenly asked: "Are you leaving the island again today?"

　　Xi Ye said "hmm" lazily.

　　Just when Xi Ye thought the other party was going to ask more questions, Jiang Mo said meaningfully: "I don't care what you do, don't lie to me."

　　Xi Ye's eyes moved when he heard this, and he looked at Jiang Mo.

　　The man seemed to have said nothing and asked him gently: "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll have someone prepare it in advance."

　　Xi Ye suppressed his suspicion, thought for a moment, and replied without hesitation: "Big plate chicken."

　　Early morning.

　　Xi Ye quietly opened his eyes in the darkness, listened to the gentle breathing beside him, and stood up carefully.

　　When walking out of the bedroom, Xi Ye looked back at the bed. Seeing that there was no movement, he walked silently to the study.

With the help of a small flashlight, Xi Ye carefully searched for something on the bookcase and the table.

　　His fingertips slid across the documents, and suddenly paused on one of them.

　　Pulling out the document, Xi Ye flipped it open and glanced at it. The more he read, the more serious his expression became.

　　At around seven in the morning, Jiang Mo woke up and found that the young man next to him still had his eyes closed. Just as he was about to sit up, his wrist was grabbed. The young man turned over and faced him. His eyes were still closed, but his lips moved: "Want to sleep a little longer?"

　　Jiang Mo: "No need to sleep. It's best to have breakfast before nine o'clock."

　　Xi Ye: "...Oh."

　　Jiang Mo came out after washing up and saw the young man running errands and sitting on the bed. He looked tired. He looked at him with amusement: "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

　　Xi Ye raised his head slowly.

　　Jiang Mo's smile faded: "What's wrong?"

　　Xi Ye organized his words and looked at him: "Is the person in charge of transportation in City A your confidant?"