Shen Yixiao was too close, and Zhou Moli was so nervous that his body stiffened, like a statue.

Sometimes when you encounter a speed bump, or make a sharp turn and brake suddenly, the two people's bodies will stick together.

At this time, Zhou Moli shivered every time he touched it like an electric shock.

Fortunately, it is thick in winter, so can't see it.

He secretly rejoiced and regretted, and only hoped that the journey back would be longer and longer.

Unconsciously, the car arrived at the door of Shen's house.

"Little Jasmine, do you want to come in and sit?" Shen Yixiao got out of the car first, looking at Zhou Moli with a smile.

"Well." How could Zhou Moli not agree, and nodded quickly.

After getting out of the car, he followed Shen Yixiao step by step, just like the little daughter-in-law who had just entered the door.

Shen Jiangling inadvertently turned his head and saw Zhou Moli's appearance, he was stunned for a moment, "Brother Moli?"

"Ah?" Zhou Moli raised his head like a panicked little rabbit.

"What's wrong with you?" Shen Jiangling blinked and asked, "Is there something uncomfortable?"

"What's wrong?" Zhou Moli looked confused.

"It's nothing, I just feel that you are weird today." Shen Jiangling said in a particularly rough voice, "I can't tell you what's strange, but I think you are a little different from usual."

Zhou Moli: "..."

"Xiaoling, Mo Li, what are you doing standing outside? It's not cold? Come in quickly!" Mother Shen was overjoyed when she saw her second son, who had been away from home for a long time.

As a result, when he looked back, the youngest son who was going to pick him up was gone, so he hurriedly ran out to call for him.

"Got it." Shen Jiangling responded, "Brother Mo Li, let's go in."

"……it is good."

After entering the room, Mother Shen and Shen Yixiao were sitting on the sofa chatting. When they saw them coming in, they quickly waved their hands and asked them to sit over.

Listening to Shen Yixiao talking about what happened in the crew, a faint smile appeared on Zhou Moli's face.

"By the way, little Jasmine, how have you been abroad these years?" Shen Yixiao looked at Zhou Moli with a smile.

"You child, what do you call Little Jasmine? When I was a child, it was enough to just shout and play, but now I'm still shouting, right?" Mother Shen patted Shen Yixiao's arm, her face full of anger, "Mo Li, you Don't mind, my second son is just like this, heartless."

"Auntie, Brother Yixiao called me like this when he was close to me. I don't mind." Zhou Moli waved his hands again and again to help Shen Yixiao speak.

If others call him like this, Zhou Moli has to let them know why the flowers are so popular.

But Shen Yixiao was different.

Shen Yixiao is the person he likes, no matter what he calls him, he is happy.

Because of this special feeling, Zhou Moli was also very tolerant towards Shen Jiangling.

Otherwise, how could Shen Jiangling chase after him and shout "Brother Jasmine" when he was a child?

In the past, Shen Yixiao was busy, and he didn't have time to play after school. He followed various teachers in class, and it was easy to see no one.

Zhou Moli had no choice, so he saved the country and approached Shen Jiangling on his own initiative to become his friend, so that he would have the opportunity to come to Shen's house every day to play.

Sometimes on weekends, he would push Shen Jiangling to go to the place where Shen Yixiao took classes.

Thinking of the past, Zhou Moli's eyes softened a lot, and his eyes towards Shen Yixiao were also full of love.

Every time Shen Yixiao laughed, he couldn't help laughing along.

Xuelang noticed Zhou Moli's look at Shen Yixiao and suddenly understood something.

It breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that Zhou Moli liked Shen Yixiao, not a little idiot.

Really a false alarm.

Xuelang flicked his tail lightly and moved to Shen Jiangling's side.

Shen Jiangling glanced down at it and patted his thigh, "Little Si, come up."

Xuelang took a leap, jumped onto the sofa, and lay on Shen Jiangling's lap.

The corners of Shen Jiangling's mouth twitched, and he stuffed his cool hand under Xuelang's belly to keep warm.

Mother Shen noticed his movements, and shook her head helplessly without saying anything.

In the end, Zhou Moli was kept for dinner before going back.

After returning home, he took out the key to open the door, and when he looked up, he saw Zhou Shengnan standing in the living room with his arms folded over his chest. He was startled, "Sister, why are you not sleeping here?"

"Little Zhou Moli, why didn't I know you were so scheming before?" Zhou Shengnan stared at him with a sad expression, "You used this trick to save the country with a curved line. You can approach Shen Yixiao through Xiaoling's younger brother, and now you can still come to eat. "Why didn't I think of this trick before?"

Zhou Moli: "...What nonsense are you talking about, who is close to Brother Yixiao's face?"

"We are twins. You lied to others, but you can't lie to me." Zhou Shengnan snorted, she took a step forward and grabbed Zhou Moli's cheek, "Tell me, when did you start liking Shen Yixiao?"

"Frankly be lenient, resist being strict!"

"...I can't remember."

"Who are you lying to!"

On one side, the Zhou family fell in love and killed each other. On the other side, Shen Jiangling packaged and sent the second volume of the comic to the editor, and then started a new round of running-in.

If it weren't for Xuelang watching, Shen Jiangling would be able to stay in the studio without eating or drinking, and would not come out until the comics were corrected.

Once again at eleven o'clock in the evening, Xuelang dragged Shen Jiangling back to the bedroom with the hem of Shen Jiangling's pajamas.

Mother Shen just opened the door. Seeing Shen Jiangling's unlovable expression, she burst into a smile, "Little Si, if you hadn't looked at Xiao Ling, he would have to drag his body down."

Xuelang glanced at Mother Shen and let out a low growl as a greeting.

"Xiao Ling, you too, can't you be more conscious? How old are you, so Xiao Si has to look at you?" Mother Shen shook her head, "Go back to the room to wash up, and I'll go down and warm up some milk for you."

"Understood, thank you mom." Shen Jiangling touched his nose and looked embarrassed.

In the end, he hurriedly hurried, and finally corrected all the drawings the day before departure.

The editor was very happy. He liked Shen Jiangling, a manga author who had aura, was diligent, and never put on airs.