The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Mother Qiao sat down again and said a few words of comfort, "Is it because of the one named Chu Yao?"

Qiaoman's eyelids twitched for a moment, and he pursed his lips and said nothing.

"I knew it was that vixen who was causing trouble. She's really capable. She's been so far away and still managed to get in the way!"

Qiaoman's eyebrows became lower and lower, "Ting Shen didn't say anything."

"What can he say? He was the one who was entangled and sucked blood. When Mrs. Mo was still alive, she didn't like this adopted daughter. I really don't understand why she is raising her. The Mo family refuses to acknowledge her. Shamelessly rely on it!”

Mother Qiao became angrier as she talked: "Tell me what she did, and I'll deal with her!"

Qiaoman didn't say a word of help, nor did she speak for Chu Yao. She just had a feeling that Mo Tingshen was too affectionate for her and was inseparable from Chu Yao, so it wasn't a slander.

She felt uneasy, "Mom, will Chu Yao come back during our wedding?"

"She dares! If she dares to come, I will attack her. The Mo family adopted her, not Ting Shen. At this age, the Mo family has no responsibility for her. What qualifications does she have as an adopted daughter?"

As she spoke, Mother Qiao picked up the dresses that were scattered all over the floor, patted the dust, put them on hangers, and hung them back in the closet. She collected the ones that were cut and discarded them as garbage later.

Let Qiaoman have a good rest before going out.

She couldn't sleep, so she stayed up until midnight. Her heart was still filled with anger, so she picked up her cell phone and dialed a number to go out.

"It's me, Qiaoman."

"let's talk."

……

It was already late at night when Mo Tingshen reached home.

He drove slowly, and when he passed the flower garden, he noticed that there were still figures walking around, so he stopped the car and walked over.

Several gardeners were squatting on the ground and didn't notice the people coming in at first. When they turned around to get their things, they saw Mo Tingshen and stood up immediately.

"Mr. Mo, are you still awake?"

"Not yet, it's so late, why are you still busy?"

"We've just arrived. Some flowers and plants have to be taken care of at night. They won't last for a while. They'll be ready soon."

Then he added: "Miss Xiaoyao used to do it. She didn't let us help. After she left, we took care of it for a while and almost nursed a few plants to death. We finally rescued them and came to see them every night." Look, otherwise you won’t be at ease.”

Mo Ting's dark eyes narrowed slightly and he said "hmm" without saying much.

"Go back when you're done and go to bed early."

The gardener responded: "Okay, Mr. Mo, go to bed early too."

Mo Ting nodded slightly, and he avoided stepping on flowers and plants. Unexpectedly, he took a step back and stepped on a broken flower pot. The broken pieces scratched through the trousers. He raised his feet and suddenly found the broken flower pot. The basin is placed in the dining room.

"Why are they here!"

Mo Tingshen suddenly emphasized his tone. Without waiting for the gardener's answer, he squatted down, picked up the broken petals, found a new flowerpot, and tried to put the soil back in.

The thing that was so nervous seemed to be broken into pieces was the jewelry that I had always cherished.

"These were brought from the restaurant. They were all dry. Miss Qiaoman asked us to change some pots, but I... I couldn't hold them steady and dropped two pots."

"Then we won't save him!" Mo Tingshen asked sternly.

The gardener was startled and said in panic: "The roots are already necrotic and there is no way to save it."

Another gardener also agreed: "Yes, we wanted to transplant it at that time, but we couldn't survive if we planted it back. It died."

These pots of flowers were planted by Chu Yao himself. (End of chapter)