Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Guoguo: Xiang’Er~

Downstairs at the apartment building, a white Audi was parked at the entrance.

The last batch of employees who hadn’t gotten on the car to go home yet would greet as they passed by the Audi.

“Good morning, boss.”

Each time someone passed by and shouted “Good morning, boss,” Candy, who was holding a pink stuffed doll, would smile and reply on behalf of her brother.

“Good morning.”

Behind the Audi, Mo Jingchun was shoving items into the trunk one after another.

Even the passenger seat was filled with items by Mo Jingchun.

Only the back seat was kept free of clutter because the little one wouldn’t allow anything there.

As the trunk closed, Mo Jingchun patted Candy’s small shoulder and said:

“Guoguo, where did Bun go?”

“We’re about to head home.”

“Bun?” Candy looked around but didn’t find any trace of Bun.

It was just here a moment ago, how did it disappear in the blink of an eye?

Candy pouted, handed her pink doll to her brother, and angrily stomped off towards the police hall on the first floor of the lab building.

As she walked, Candy angrily shouted Bun’s name loudly.

“Bun!”

Inside the police hall, just as Candy had suspected, Bun was indeed inside.

Hearing the call from the little owner, Bun lazily stretched.

Before Bun could take a step, Candy had already walked in.

Seeing Bun, Candy stopped shouting and directly approached the wagging Bun.

Before Bun could figure out what was happening, he was hoisted up by the neck by Candy and carried outside.

On the way, Candy didn’t forget to greet the dagger.

“Big Black, I’m taking Bun home.”

Although Candy was just a little munchkin herself, she had quite some strength in her hands.

With all his flab, Bun was just carried along without even taking a breath.

“Meow meow meow～”

Being caught by the neck and unable to move, Bun could only meow continuously.

Candy, eager to get home to play with Xiang’Er, jogged all the way.

Mo Jingchun, who was leaning against the car waiting, smiled and opened the back door when he saw Candy returning with Bun.

Just in time, Candy jogged over and stuffed Bun into the back seat.

Then, she climbed into the car herself.

Mo Jingchun fastened Candy’s seatbelt, pinched her chubby cheek, and then closed the car door.

Starting the car and locking the rear door safety lock, Mo Jingchun drove away from the company park.

With Candy, the little bundle of joy, gone, the atmosphere in the park felt even more desolate.

The soldiers carried on with their daily training as usual, never slacking.

Halfway, hearing Bun meowing repeatedly, Mo Jingchun glanced through the rearview mirror.

Bun was restlessly pacing back and forth in the backseat.

“Brother, what’s wrong with Bun?”

“Is he going to die?”

Upon hearing this, Mo Jingchun’s mouth twitched.

Whether he’s going to die, Mo Jingchun didn’t know, but if he didn’t stop the car and let Bun relieve himself, Bun might actually die from holding it in.

And he didn’t know if Bun, who might die unjustly in such a way, would be the first orange cat to die from holding it in.

One minute later, Mo Jingchun pulled over to the side of a flat, wide-open road.

As soon as Mo Jingchun opened the back door, Bun darted out into the bushes.

Anyone who didn’t know might have thought Bun was running away.

If Bun actually ran away, Mo Jingchun felt he would wake up laughing even in his dreams.

For no reason, he had to choose to wander, no longer needing to feed the cat every day.

When something came up and had to travel far, he had to worry about Bun’s life or death.

If it weren’t for Candy, Mo Jingchun wouldn’t bother with Bun at all.

Though Mo Jingchun didn’t dislike keeping cats, he definitely couldn’t say he liked it either.

A short while later, Bun emerged from the bushes, his four short legs scurrying back into the car.

An hour later, Mo Jingchun reached the town.

When getting off in town to buy things at the supermarket, Mo Jingchun noticed that the concrete road leading to the old home had been replaced with brand new asphalt.

Driving the Audi on the asphalt, Mo Jingchun felt a sense of pride welling up inside.

There was a surprise, after all.

At least Mo Jingchun didn’t expect that there would be greenery on both sides of the asphalt road.

Even though the greenery couldn’t compare to that of big cities at all, for Mo Jingchun, something was better than nothing.

Mo Jingchun guessed the village must have arranged for the greenery.

Originally a fifteen-minute drive, today Mo Jingchun reached near home in just ten minutes.

At Candy’s request, the car steadily stopped in front of Xiang’Er’s house.

“Don’t play by the river.”

“Got it, brother.”

Before he even finished speaking, Candy had already dragged the unwilling Bun to find Xiang’Er.

“Xiang’Er.”

“Xiang’Er.”

“Hey.”

The two little ones hadn’t even seen each other yet but already heard each other’s voices.

Mo Jingchun only relaxed and got back in the car to leave once he confirmed Xiang’Er was indeed at home.

He took a glance at the roads leading to each household and laughed.

Goodness, the private roads seemed wider than the highway.

Mo Jingchun hit the gas and drove home, pleased with his own road.

It seemed that the uncle still had some say in the house.

The little road was well done, very beautiful.

Even both sides of the road were planted with greenery.

A stone wall was built by the river too.

Seeing the sights before him, Mo Jingchun felt a sense of renewal.

In the yard, Mo Jingchun moved items brought from the car into the house one by one.

Just as Mo Jingchun was about done, someone suddenly spoke behind him, startling Mo Jingchun so much that he jumped and hit his head on the trunk door.

“Back already?”

Mo Jingchun rubbed the lump on his head, looking tearfully at the uncle carrying a hoe.

“Uncle, why do you walk so quietly?”

“Scared me to death.”

Mo Changyou lit a cigarette and laughed:

“You were just thinking about something, I called you from a distance.”

“Oh, really?”

Mo Jingchun rubbed the bump on his head, grinning as he asked:

“Uncle, why were you carrying a hoe to the back mountain?”

Mo Changyou took a puff of his cigarette, “What else, isn’t it because the water well dried up again.”

“These days, I’ve been fetching water to drink.”

“Uncle, have you checked my water well, is it still okay?”

Mo Changyou showed two large yellow teeth, laughing and cursing:

“If your water well dries up, other villagers wouldn’t have water to drink.”

Hearing that the home water well was fine, Mo Jingchun sighed in relief and joked:

“Uncle, why don’t you just run a water pipe from mine.”

“After all, I mostly don’t stay home.”

“Uncle, see, if you use my water, you’d check the water well often, wouldn’t you?”

Mo Changyou raised an eyebrow and said:

“That, for sure.”

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