Chapter 3 The two stunning brothers Mo Zifei has loved painting since he was a child. He is very talented in painting. When he was a student, his paintings would win first place in the painting competition held every year by the school.

Ever since he was in kindergarten and won first place in a drawing competition, he has been the pride of their ordinary family.

When he paints, he is very serious and devoted. At this time, he is very charming.

When Mo Hanya looked at him at this time, sometimes she would inexplicably feel that her precious brother was like the most beautiful angel in the world.

She is very relieved and happy to have this younger brother who will hold her in her arms when she comes home. When eating fish, she will put the fish tail into her bowl. When she is painting, she is very charming.

Very happy.

Every time at this time, time seems to fly by very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it’s 12 o’clock.

The fairy tale book says that at this time, Cinderella should go home and sleep.

"Brother, let's paint again tomorrow." Mo Hanya looked at the time, bent down slightly, and said with concern beside him, "It's already 12 o'clock, and your body has not fully recovered yet. You should rest early."

"The painting will be done soon." Mo Zifei said with a confident smile. The hand holding the brush sometimes turned flexibly and sometimes swayed smoothly.

Mo Hanya didn't want to interrupt his inspiration for painting. After thinking about it, she walked towards his bed, which was covered with white sheets and looked clean and tidy. She casually fell on the bed with her shoes on, hugging a pillow, and listened to him painting.

There was a rustling sound, like the clearest and clearest sound in the world. I closed my eyes and fell into sleep unconsciously.

At one o'clock in the morning, Mo Zifei finished the painting and wrote four words with a black pen on the right side of the painting.

"Sister, I've finished the painting." Mo Zifei said with an excited smile. When he realized that she didn't make a sound, he turned around with some confusion. When he saw her sleeping on his bed, the smile on his face changed.

You have to be so gentle and gentle. Look at the painting you have drawn, get up and walk over, gently take off the shoes on her feet, then carefully put her feet hanging outside the bed on the bed, and cover her with a soft blanket.

Quilt.

"Sister, I wish you a sweet dream." After doing everything, he said with a gentle smile to her sleeping, then walked out of his room, closed the door gently, and walked to her room next door...

Mo Hanya's room was a little smaller than his.

This room is full of feminine atmosphere. The curtains are pink. On the windowsill, there is a small pot of cactus with two red flower buds.

On the wall of the room next to the bed, there were several certificates posted. The certificates read 'XX School, first place in music competition - Mo Hanya'.

No one seems to know that Mo Hanya goes to work in ** Villa and only comes back once a month. When she is not at home, Mo Zi often stays in her room. This time, a person came to her room alone and thought of her.

Just at the scene of sleeping in his room, the feeling in his heart seemed to be a little different from when he was alone in her room before.

He felt that somewhere in his heart was not only warm, but also soft. He couldn't describe that feeling in words. He only knew that it felt great and wonderful. His thin lips couldn't help but curl up. He took off his shoes and lay down on the bed.

A pink bed, turn off the light, and fall asleep with a smile on your face.

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The **village built on an isolated island is very charming.

At night, it becomes even more charming. Viewed from a high altitude, it looks like a radiant goddess.

Of course, it shines brightly, is extremely bright, and is also like the most beautiful and coquettish poppy flower.

The restaurant is hundreds of square meters and has a giant strip-shaped dining table.

The dining table is covered with a pure white tablecloth, and it is filled with dozens of precious and nutritious dishes.

On the dining table, two men were sitting, the one above was Dongfang Mi, and the one below was Wu Hao.

The Oriental fan's eating movements hovered between elegance and handsomeness, which looked very eye-catching. After finishing a medium-rare steak, he took a sip of red wine and picked up a white napkin with one hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, looking a bit serious.

He looked at Wu Hao across from him calmly, "You know that I have two sons. Tomorrow afternoon, the two of them will come here, on the 9th, to hold a grand celebration for them here.

For a birthday party, invite a few people appropriately and let them know their identities."

Wu Hao listened carefully and nodded with a slight smile, "Master, don't worry, I will take care of everything."

Dongfang Mi did not doubt his ability to do things, smiled trustingly, and said: "They may live here for a long time, and they should be treated like little masters."

"yes."

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The fresh air in the morning slipped in through the cracks in the window, and the morning light penetrated the curtains and sparsely sprinkled on the head and foot of the bed, as well as in several corners, with their mottled warmth.

Mo Hanya gradually woke up, opened her eyes and saw the exquisite paintings on the wall, and suddenly remembered that she was sleeping in Mo Zifei's room.

"Ha 7e" She frowned and laughed in amusement. She looked around the room and found that Mo Zifei was not in the room. She quickly opened the quilt and got out of bed, put on her shoes and folded the quilt, and walked to the drawing board expectantly.

When she saw the painting he had finished, she was surprised and pleasantly surprised, "Wow, the painting is so good." Suddenly, she noticed the four words on the right, the corner of her mouth raised thoughtfully, took the pen, and

I want to change two words in it.

At this moment, Mo Zifei opened the door and walked in. Seeing her picking up the pen to tamper with something, he immediately stepped forward, hugged her waist, and asked nervously: "Sister, what do you want to do?"

"Uh ah 7e" His behavior was a bit exaggerated. Mo Hanya was startled, turned to look at his nervous expression, and said disapprovingly: "I just want to change two words."

"Change two words?" Mo Zifei was a little confused, looked at her face, and then looked at the four words "Fei Ya Qing Shen" written on the right side of the painting, "Why do you need to change it?" Jia Huan's painting.

"I think this painting should not be called "Indecent Love", but should be called..."

"Should it be called "Ya Fei Qing Shen"?" Mo Zifei happily grabbed the words.

"Uh, no, I think it should be called "Sister-Brother Love"."

"'Love Between Sister and Brother'?" Mo Zifei frowned in disapproval, "Sister, this name couldn't be more tacky. It's called "Love Between Sister and Brother". I like this name very much."

His next words were in a coquettish tone.

Mo Hanya couldn't stand his coquettishness any more, so she suppressed a smile and said, "Okay, okay, it's your choice, I won't change it." After saying that, she broke away his hand that was still holding her waist, turned around and walked towards the door, "

Let’s go and have breakfast.”

"Sister, wait for me." Mo Zifei smiled widely, followed her quickly, put a hand on her shoulder, and walked out of the room with her.

Coincidentally, the intimate scene of them walking out of the room together was caught by Mother Mo who had just come out of the back room. She darkened her face and asked angrily: "Hanya, Zifei, what's going on with you two?"

"Mom, what's going on?" Mo Zifei asked in confusion.

"..." Mo Hanya was also confused and looked at Mom Mo with a puzzled look.

Mother Mo saw the confused looks they gave her, and instantly realized that she had asked too abruptly, "No, it's nothing." She shook her head thoughtfully, walked past them quickly, and walked towards the kitchen.

go.

"Why is Mom so surprised?" Mo Zifei looked at Mom Mo's back and looked at Mo Hanya with amusement, "Could it be that menopause has arrived?"

Mo Hanya suppressed a smile, rolled her eyes at him, raised her hand to tug his ears, and lowered her voice and said, "Be careful if mom hears you."

"Haha 7e" Mo Zifei smiled brightly and seemed not afraid at all.

Not long after, Mo's mother prepared breakfast, and the two siblings sat down at the dining table together.

"Sister, when are you leaving today?" Mo Zifei took a bite of the bun, turned to look at Mo Hanya's side face, and asked a little reluctantly.

Mo Hanya looked at the time, smiled lightly and said, "We'll leave after breakfast."

"So urgent? Can't you stay a little longer?" Mo Zifei frowned.

"No, time waits for no one, and that ship waits for no one."

"..." Mo Zifei felt a little helpless in his heart.

After breakfast, Mo Hanya packed up her clothes, picked up her satchel, said hello to Mom Mo and Mo Zifei, and got ready to go out.

Mo Zifei had a look of reluctance on his face, and just as she was about to walk out of the door, he suddenly stopped her, "Sister, wait a minute." After that, he quickly ran to his room and quickly took the name list.

The painting "Not Elegant and Deep" walked towards her quickly, "Sister, I will give this painting to you, you take it with you."

Mo Hanya thought about it and took it happily, "Okay, when I miss you, my precious brother, I will take a look at this painting."

Hearing these words, Mo Zifei felt happy. When she was about to turn around and leave, she said urgently: "Sister, I'll take you to the boat."

"No." Before Mo Hanya could speak, Mo's mother, who was standing aside, spoke, her face that was no longer young showed a rare seriousness and sternness, "You are not fully recovered yet. You can go upstairs and downstairs."

Yes, you are already tired enough, how can you still go so far to see her off?"

"Mom..." Mo Zifei looked troubled, "I think my health is almost better."

Mo Hanya naturally stood on Mother Mo's side, touched his head, and coaxed with a gentle smile: "Brother, just listen to mother, wait until your body is completely recovered, then you can send him

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"..." Mo Zifei had nothing to say, and the corners of his mouth dropped slightly, with a gloomy and sad look on his face.

Mo Hanya looked at his expression with distress, waved to Mother Mo, "Mom, I'm leaving." After saying that, she turned around, picked up the painting and walked out.

Mo Zifei stood by the door, watching her tall back gradually disappearing from sight. There was a hint of melancholy in his hazy eyes. After a while, he turned around and walked weakly back to his room.

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Mother Mo saw all his expressions and behaviors, and when she thought of certain things, she couldn't help but feel anxious. After cleaning the house thoughtfully, she opened the door to his room and saw what he was drawing.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he walked lightly behind him, looked down slightly, and an unknown worry immediately appeared on his face, "Zifei, why are you drawing your sister again?"

Mo Zifei was startled, turned around and asked displeasedly: "Mom, why didn't you knock on the door when you entered my room?"

"Your sister came into your room, and I didn't see her knocking on the door." Mo's mother said with a somewhat grimace.

"She is my sister." Mo Zifei blurted out.

At this time, Mother Mo's face was completely elongated, "People forget about their mother when they have a daughter-in-law, how come you forget about your mother when you have a sister?"
To be continued...