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

Chapter 327 What I regret the most is adopting her

The banging stopped.

The silence that didn't last for a few seconds was broken by a new round of bombing-like knocking on the door.

Mrs. Mo's angry and flustered voice contained two parts of crying: "Suizhi, stop making trouble, and throw her out to me quickly, you can't play with her kind of vixen!"

"mom!"

Mo Suizhi was really annoyed, and said anxiously: "You scold her like that, do you deserve her to call you mom since childhood?!"

"The thing I regret the most in my life is that I picked her in the orphanage back then!"

"Stop talking!"

Mo Suizhi looked back at Chu Yao, and she happened to look over, but Mo Suizhi didn't dare to look at her.

It's all because he was weak and sick since he was a child. His parents were afraid that he would not live long. After hearing what a certain Taoist priest who often came to fight the autumn wind asked for his horoscope, they came to the door the next day and said that his fate belonged to the rare boy's life. Just neutralize with a person whose fortune-telling fits.

To put it bluntly, it is to find a living person to protect him from disaster.

This kind of thing sounds like a fantasy. There is no one who doesn't believe in medicine, but my parents believe in the Taoist priest's words, and they find Chu Yao after all kinds of troubles and adopt her.

For the sake of fame and good looks, she was given the status of the second miss of the Mo family.

In the car accident three years ago, Chu Yao almost failed to recover.

Only then did Mo Suizhi remember what the Taoist said, and a cold sweat broke out from behind his back. He ran away with Chu Yao, but...

He gritted his teeth fiercely, "Mom, with your attitude, I won't let Xiao Yao meet you."

"Suizhi! Don't you listen to me!"

"That depends..."

A hand was placed on the shoulder.

Chu Yao stood behind him and reached out to him, "The remote control."

Mo Suizhi retreated immediately.

She stood there without moving, "Give it to me."

"Small waist,"

"Remote control." She repeated, frowning impatiently.

Mo Suizhi had no choice but to give her the remote control.

Chu Yao stared at the buttons, with his fingertips hanging on them, and it took him a long time to select one and press it down.

A trace of pain flashed across Mo Suizhi's eyes. In only three years, Chu Yao was about to lose touch with modern technology. She didn't even know that the door could be opened directly without the remote control, and it couldn't be locked from the inside.

After the door opened, Madam Mo rushed over immediately, her eyes were red, and she stared fiercely at Chu Yao.

Before he could see Chu Yao's face, he opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly a muffled groan came out of his throat.

Chu Yao slapped her neck with a knife, knocking Mrs. Mo unconscious, and she fell down towards her. Chu Yao stretched out his hand and pushed it, just right into the hands of the two servants who followed.

"Take your wife back to your room."

Mo Suizhi quickly calmed down, and waved to the two servants who asked for his opinion, telling them to take Mrs. Mo away.

"It's been a long time with ink, it's laborious."

Chu Yao threw the remote control to Mo Suizhi, and didn't even touch the food on the coffee table, especially the sweet and sour pork ribs, even the soup.

She walked to the window and turned around, "Is there any smoke?"

Mo Suizhi was a little confused, "I don't smoke."

Chu Yao looked at him teasingly: "Oh, yes, you have always been a good baby."

"Do you want to smoke, I'll have someone bring it in for you."

Just as she was about to say no, she shifted her gaze inadvertently, and caught a glimpse of Mo Tingshen standing directly facing the window downstairs.

He looked startled.

He was by the lake, with his hands hanging down, a cigarette between his fingertips, as if he hadn't smoked for a long time, a long piece of ash fell into the water, and the slight ripple hit the edge and was swallowed clean.

The shadows of a few weeping willows are reflected on the water.

Already the man's feet stretched the shadows.

(End of this chapter)