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

Her true nature was exposed, she was angry and aggrieved, and she said all kinds of hateful things.

Father Qiao scolded: "Who do you think you are? The whole Mo family belongs to you. Who is Mo Tingshen that you can control? He can bring out those things tonight. You have no stake in it at all." I understand, besides, you don’t have such a high status with him, so stop putting money on yourself!”

He said coldly: "Keep an eye on her and don't let her go out tomorrow!"

"Oh you——"

Just as Mother Qiao was about to speak, Father Qiao turned around and left. She couldn't persuade him, so she had to help Qiao Man up first. She didn't know how to persuade him, but she didn't know what to say.

Qiaoman is still a child. She doesn't know anything other than love.

"no!"

Qiaoman suddenly grabbed Mother Qiao's hand, "I won't agree, and I won't let him succeed. I have to do something..."

Mother Qiao sighed: "Forget it, Manman, you can't beat Mo Tingshen."

"I can!"

Qiaoman racked his brains, "Mom, don't you have the contact information of many reporters? You should call them now and find them one by one."

"What do you want to do?"

Qiaoman bit her lip, her eyes red from crying. Her state was almost like being possessed.

……

Lin Shu chased Mo Tingshen outside Qiao's house.

Mo Tingshen was waiting for him.

After getting in the car, Lin Shu couldn't help but ask, "Sir, what happened?"

"Chu Yao is back."

Lin Shu understood immediately, "Don't worry, I will ask the public relations company to work overtime later. I will follow your request and put all the blame on you, so that public opinion will not hurt the Qiao family at all."

Mo Tingshen: "Thank you for your hard work."

He transferred the money to Lin Shu. Lin Shu glanced at it and immediately smiled, "It's appropriate to work hard to provide food, clothing, and food for my parents." Mo Ting smiled deeply: "Don't be such a talker."

No need to ask this time, Lin Shu drove the car directly to Fingsheng.

Mo Tingshen had mostly sobered up from the wine. He was so awake now that he had a cigarette in his fingertips. He thought about it and put it down again.

He entered the password to open the door.

The lights in the living room have been turned off.

He didn't expect Chu Yao to really wait for him, but as soon as the door opened, a hand stretched out from inside and pulled him in.

Mo Ting hugged the person subconsciously.

Chu Yao jumped on top of him, clamping his legs on both sides of his pelvis, and withdrew his strength, he lost his balance for a moment and fell to the side. In time, he freed up a hand to hold on to the wall. He threw himself up and took a closer look at Chu Yao's features through the warm light outside the window.

"You really didn't sleep?"

"Didn't you make me wait?"

Chu Yao was still wearing the nightgown, but she had learned wisely and turned on the heating at home, so her bare feet were not cold. She deliberately pulled the hem of the messy skirt up on her legs and pressed it against his waist. As he raised his eyes, the charm fell into his eyes.

"Is it settled decently?"

Mo Ting nodded deeply, "Yes."

She pouted, "How decent. Even if you like Qiaoman, you can't bear to hurt her face."

Mo Ting gritted his teeth, "Can you not know who I like? Stop saying such heartless things to me."

Chu rubbed her waist and blew into his ear, "Then I don't care, I'm angry."

Mo Tingshen took her down. He couldn't bear the teasing. He pinched her leg angrily, "Can you tell me the truth now, why did you come back to stop me from getting married?"

"What part of what I said is not the truth?" Chu Yao opened his mouth.