The devil clings to the little maid

Chapter 304 Hit Me Hard

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Not long after Ling Kexin arrived at the airport, Mo Erye arrived with his two children. He stood at the exit with his arm around Ling Kexin's shoulders. The two children each wore a sun hat and walked back and forth at the entrance of the passage.

A few minutes later, Ling Kexin saw Zhao Feilong coming out pushing a luggage cart. Beside him was a handsome and tall young man. He was 1.8 meters tall, with a standard face shape, big divine eyes, and that brilliant The smile made Ling Kexin's eyes wet, and her voice was hoarse with excitement, "Xiaowei! Xiaowei!"

She waved her hand, and the two children in front saw her and waved after her, calling sweetly, "Uncle, uncle!"

Mo Erye had already heard Mo Zihao tell him in the car that Zhao Feilong was his eldest uncle, and his younger uncle lived with him, and now he was studying in Singapore.

Mo Erye heard Ling Kexin talk about her younger brother, but she hardly talked about Zhao Feilong.

Although Zhao Feilong met Mo Erye more than ten years ago, their friendship has never been deep. Even if Mo Erye lost that memory, Zhao Feilong announced the marriage because of Mo Erye's announcement in the newspaper this time. He didn't give him face, when Mo Erye stretched out his hand, he turned his head away and smiled at the two children.

Mo Er Ye withdrew his hand awkwardly, and stood aside watching them being friendly.

Ling Xiaowei hugged his elder sister, then knelt down and hugged Mo Zihao with one hand and Mo Xinnian with the other, letting them kiss on his face for a while.

"Uncle, you've grown taller again." Mo Xinnian touched Ling Xiaowei's hair and smiled sweetly.

"You are taller too, Xinnian." Ling Xiaowei smiled and said, "You are getting more and more beautiful."

Last summer, Ling Xiaowei also went back to Jiangbin. During the whole vacation, he took care of the two children. Their relationship was already very deep. Compared with Zhao Feilong, they only saw each other twice since they became sensible, so they couldn't be intimate for a while. .

Zhao Feilong wanted to get closer to the children, so he handed the luggage cart to Mo Erye, then walked out of the airport with a child in his arms.

A pair of babies and Ling Xiaowei got into the Maybach, and Zhao Feilong got into Ling Kexin's car. He lit a cigarette and turned to look at Ling Kexin who was driving.

"For so long, he hasn't fully remembered the past?" he asked.

"I should have remembered a little bit." Ling Kexin smiled.

"A little bit? So you haven't remembered the main thing?"

"Brother, if he thinks about it, can he still agree with her mother's decision last time?"

Zhao Feilong leaned back on the chair, smiled faintly, "It seems that I have to talk to him when I have time, sister, send me to the hotel, I will meet with some of my subordinates first."

Mo Erye's car arrived at Zhuhaiyuan first, and the two children got off the car and dragged Ling Xiaowei into the house. Ling Xiaowei saw bunches of flowers on the stairs, and looked back at Mo Erye.

It has been five years, and Mo Erye has no memory of him at all, but Ling Xiaowei can recall bits and pieces. Compared with before, the face of the man in front of him is younger and handsome, and the facial lines are much softer. Those phoenix eyes Even when he smiles, he looks gentle and affectionate.

He thought it must be because of amnesia.

"Brother Ye, you don't remember me at all?" Ling Xiaowei put down his bag and smiled at Mo Erye.

Mo Erye nodded, saying that he was trying to recover, and he should remember soon, but he already knew a lot about him through his sister.

They chatted very well. Mo Erye had a very good impression of Ling Xiaowei. The appearance of the two siblings also had many similarities. The 16-year-old Ling Xiaowei was not only tall and handsome, but also gentle and sunny.

When Ling Kexin arrived home, Mo Erye told her that he had reserved a private room at the Huayao Hotel, and everyone went there to have dinner together in the evening. Ling Kexin originally wanted to talk to him about Chu Tianyu, but seeing the children pestering him, Had to put it aside.

Wu Qiong was very lonely these two days, because after Chu Tianyu was scolded by Mo Erye that night because of the Filipino maid, she took Mo Ya Yat and left, and the Filipino maid also returned to the United States. The next day, she called Chu Tianyu Tian Yu asked her to bring Mo Ya Ya back, but Chu Tian Yu said, "Tell Ye Er to call me, and I will come back."

Wu Qiong had no choice but to persuade her son, saying that in the past two days, not only Mo Ya Ya would not come back, but also Mo Zihao and his siblings, the house was too deserted.

"Zihao and Xinnian are because their uncle is back." Mo Erye told his mother on the phone.

"Their uncle?" Wu Qiong was taken aback. She had heard that Ling Kexin's younger brother had gone to Singapore. Now that she was with Zhao Feilong, she couldn't help feeling a little nervous. "Are you here to take them to Singapore?"

"Mom, don't worry, the children will not go to Singapore."

"Ye'er, can mom not be worried? Yesterday, Ling Kexin came..." Ling Kexin must be angry, and she is very likely to let Zhao Feilong take this pair of babies away.

"Has she been to the manor? Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, no...she said to look at me." It's better not to mention that Mo Zihao is tied up, otherwise, the son will have more conflicts with Chu Tianyu, "Ye'er, don't let Ling Kexin tie up the children. Send it away."

"Mom, you think too much, Xiaowei will leave after the summer vacation."

"Okay, let the children come over to accompany me for a day tomorrow, and let Tianyu send Xiaobo back! I miss him..."

Because of his mother's request, Mo Erye called Chu Tianyu before he got off work, and said that he would invite her and Mo Yabo to a western restaurant for dinner in the evening.

After receiving the call, Chu Tianyu was stunned for a while. You must know that Ling Kexin came to her office more than two hours ago and severely warned her not to touch her children in the future, otherwise, she would sue her ###Child crime , and attempted murder.

Ling Kexin's tone was very cold, and her attitude was also firm. Chu Tianyu couldn't jump violently while sitting on the chair with that awe-inspiring aura. She could only keep silent because of her guilty conscience.

Now, Mo Erye suddenly called again, did Ling Kexin tell him the matter?

"Why invite me to dinner?" She probed.

"Mom asked you to take Xiaobo home, you clean up."

"That's all?" Chu Tianyu breathed out, "You won't blame me for the Filipino maid again?"

"Chu Tianyu, are you guilty of being a thief?" Mo Yiting said that Zihao's wrist had been tied, and Zihao said it was made by playing games. After hearing this, Mo Erye had the same suspicion as his sister.

"No."

"No, then send Xiaobo back!" Mo Er Ye hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

After get off work, Chu Tianyu came to the western restaurant on time. She was holding the precious son by her hand. Mo Ya Ya hadn't seen his father for two days. When he saw Mo Er Ye, he jumped over happily and sat on his lap , touched his face, and touched his neck.

Chu Tianyu specially dressed up. A tube top lavender dress made her figure plump and sexy. She lit a cigarette, puffed out the smoke, and squinted at Mo Erye who was opposite, "Da Ling, in two days, do you miss us too?"

"It's not me, it's mom." Mo Erye said lightly.

"Hey! You are so ruthless. If you don't want me, your son will always think about it, right?"

Mo Erye looked at Mo Ya Yat in his arms, and suddenly remembered the employees' comments, and felt a little shy in his heart. He reached out to touch Mo Ya Yat's face, pinched his ears, pursed his lips, and the line of his lips slowly elongated.

He lowered his eyes, Chu Tianyu couldn't see the look in his eyes, but the faint smile on the corner of his lips made her feel a little chilly.

Last night, she was with Eric. Eric looked at Mo Yabo who was sleeping, put his arms around her and said, "Honey, could he be my son?"

Chu Tianyu gave him an angry look, and said firmly, "Impossible, he belongs to Mo Erye."

"But he doesn't look like Mo Erye at all. Look at the child's ears, don't they resemble mine?"

Chu Tianyu looked at his ears, then at his son's, and shook his head. Now, Mo Erye's eyes were fixed on his son's face, and Chu Tianyu felt a little uneasy...Indeed, the father and son There is no resemblance at all.

She stubbed out the cigarette and asked the waiter to quickly serve the food. When she turned her head, she glanced at a seat by the wall. A man kept looking at this side. She recognized that man was Zhao Feilong.

"Darling, eat quickly. After eating, I'll go back to Mo's Manor with you." Without Mo Erye opening his mouth again, Chu Tianyu said by himself that he was going back.

She hurried back for one purpose, and that was to let Wu Qiong hurry up and urge Mo Erye to register with herself and get Xinhuang Media Company.

As soon as Mo Erye sent their mother and son back to Mo's Manor, he received a call from Zhao Feilong, "Mr. Mo, hello! I drank too much tonight, do you have time to come out and chat?"

Zhao Feilong, who had been ignoring him for two days, suddenly called. Mo Erye was embarrassed to refuse, "Okay, where are you?"

"Dasheng club, come here."

When Mo Erye drove to the club, a waiter came over enthusiastically and asked respectfully, "Are you Mr. Mo Erye?"

Mo Erye nodded, and the waiter turned around and handed him a pair of boxing gloves, and said with a smile, "Sir, please go to the boxing gym on the third floor."

Mo Erye was taken aback, and looked at the red boxing gloves in his hand and frowned... No way, Zhao Feilong's so-called chat was to box with him?

With doubts, Mo Erye walked into the bright hall, "Bang bang bang...", as soon as he stepped in, he heard a sound, which was dull and thick, which made people tremble.

He squinted his phoenix eyes and glanced towards the French windows. Unexpectedly, Zhao Feilong was the only one in the whole hall. He was wearing a red sweater vest, a pair of white sweatpants, and red and black boxing gloves on his hands. , was swinging against a long round sandbag.

Judging by his appearance, there is no sign of drinking too much.

Mo Er Ye still remembered that Zhao Feilong was three or four years older than him, but he, who often mixed in the world, had already practiced a solid set of boxing skills, and he, Mo Er Ye, hadn't touched these things for five years.At this moment, seeing Zhao Feilong's agility and powerful swing, Mo Erye felt his arm numb, as if Zhao Feilong's punch had hit him.

It may have been playing for a certain period of time, but Zhao Feilong's face was covered with beads of sweat, his bronze-colored skin was shining brightly, and his muscles were protruding, making him look extremely strong.And a head of thick black hair clung to his scalp, making his distinct facial features more profound and tough.

Mo Erye turned his head to look at the boxing ring again, and smiled faintly. It seems that he really came here today to fight with him.

"Mr. Zhao!" An adult like himself stood a few steps away, but Zhao Feilong turned a blind eye, so Mo Erye had no choice but to speak first.

"Ah!" Zhao Feilong turned his head and glanced at Mo Erye, and then a roar sounded suddenly, the sound was magnetic and blunt, like metal objects colliding in the air, Mo Erye was startled, and saw Zhao Feilong leap forward, his right leg straight Sweeping sandbags...

"Bang!" The heavy sandbag drew a heavy arc in the air, then bent upwards, then fell weightlessly, was straightened by the thread, and then swayed left and right.

And Zhao Feilong retracted his legs neatly, and landed in front of Mo Erye, shaking his head, he took off his boxing gloves and threw him onto the ring.

"How is it? Have you had enough for dinner?" He asked with a half-smile.

Mo Erye patted his boxing gloves gracefully, and said calmly and bitterly: "Mr. Zhao is also very full, otherwise, why would you let me come here to chat with you? As soon as I came in, Mr. Zhao let me appreciate it." With your fists and kicks, do you think I am running away, or is it better to compete with you?"

"Are you scared?" Zhao Feilong wiped his sweat with a towel, and patted Mo Erye's shoulder again, "To be honest, if you don't have a car accident, we might have come here a few years ago to compete, and now five years have passed , we are all five years old, and we can't do what we want, Mr. Mo, if your hands and feet are even weaker, then run away, and I won't stop you."

"Hehe," Mo Erye smiled, and raised his boxing gloves: "Just put them on and compete with you?"

"dare?"

Mo Erye paused, and Jier threw the boxing gloves on the ring, and then slowly rolled up his sleeves and said: "Although I don't know what kind of relationship I had with you in those two years, I heard that the day you got married It was you who took Xin'er away, Mr. Zhao, as a man, I think I would still like to compete with you."

Although I haven't practiced in the past five years, the chance of defeating Zhao Feilong is very small, but in the past, this man was my "rival in love", and he was cowardly in front of him, and it was impossible for Mo Erye!

"Mr. Mo, you haven't recovered from your illness for a few years. If you really can't do it, you don't need to accompany me..." Zhao Feilong smiled, and the seemingly kind words fell into Mo Erye's ears, but there was a hint of sarcasm.

He ignored it, and cast a casual glance at Zhao Feilong, then jumped onto the boxing ring, and hooked his fingers at Zhao Feilong below, in a very casual manner.

"Why, no boxing gloves? No change of clothes?" Zhao Feilong also came on stage and began to swing his arms.

Mo Erye's sexy thin lips were slightly raised, his eyes were slightly narrowed, his hands were crossed and rubbed, and he was making preparations before boxing. It was obvious that Zhao Feilong's clothes had the upper hand, and he was wearing a top Italian handmade shirt, wearing a pair of high-end trousers, how to stretch your hands and feet?

But, since it comes, fight it!

"Come on, since you want to hit me, I also want to hit you, so let's use our bare hands." Mo Erye kicked a pair of leather shoes off the boxing ring neatly.

"Okay, refreshing!" Zhao Feilong gave him a thumbs up, tore off the towel around his neck and threw it away, "Come on, Mr. Mo, let's make a move!"

Mo Erye pulled his thin lips and clasped his fists together, "You're welcome!"

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly flew towards Zhao Feilong like a cheetah with all its strength, and punched his head fiercely with his clenched fists.

Zhao Fei has sharp eyes and quick hands. When the wind of the fist rushed over, he made a squat movement. Mo Erye swung his fist, he squatted down, and both fists struck out at the same time, hitting Mo Erye's stomach hard superior.

There were two "bang bang" sounds, which were extremely dull. Mo Erye felt as if his internal organs were about to be shattered, his face turned blue all of a sudden, and sweat rolled down from his forehead.

Seeing him bent over and covering his belly with his hands, Zhao Feilong stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar, threw him onto the rope, and shouted, "Hit! Mo Erye, hit me hard!"