The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 642 Am I doing something wrong?
Mo Junting sneered: "The right family? When will the Qi family be qualified to be equal to our family?"

Ning Xianya choked for a moment, and then changed her worried expression: "That's better than the Yan family, isn't it? Your aunt is arranging a blind date for your cousin recently, and they are all very good families. If they surpass you one day..."

The heirs of the imperial family do not require the eldest son of the eldest son, and every son of the direct descendants can participate in the competition.

The heir can be qualified to be in charge of Emperor Wei, one of the core industries of the imperial family.

In addition, all the sons born on the first line will also be in charge of a part of the property when they grow up, and Mo Junting is in charge of the emperor's banquet.

Di Ting was Mo Junting's birth gift, and belonged to him from birth.

The imperial industry is his personal property and has nothing to do with the imperial family.

Ning Xianya knew that Mo Junting had his own opinions, but she wasn't close to him, and what she saw more in her eyes was what kind of girlfriends other people had, how good their abilities were, and so on.

Mo Junting said lightly: "What I want to fight for, I will work hard on my own. I don't need a woman to help me, and I don't need the help of my relatives."

Ning Xianya said anxiously: "But what if..."

"It's nothing in case." Mo Junting's eyes were cold and clear, "They can come and get it if they have the ability."

Ning Xianya saw that the left could not be said, and the right could not be said, so her anger welled up in her heart, and she said indiscriminately: "Did that person surnamed Yan give you some kind of ecstasy soup, so that you wouldn't even fight for your own things?" ?”

What a big top hat.

Mo Junting laughed angrily: "What kind of ecstasy soup did that surnamed Qi give you to make you help the Qi family for so many years, and you still insist on letting me be with her?"

Ning Xianya stared at him blankly, her eyes turned red, and big tears rolled down her cheeks, she choked up and said, "How could you think like that? Mom is doing it for your own good..."

Mo Junting said every word clearly: "If you are really for my own good, then don't meddle in my affairs."

When Ning Xianya heard this, she cried even harder: "Did Mom do something wrong?"

Looking at his tearful mother, Mo Junting got up annoyed and irritable.

Ever since she was a child, she never stopped crying when he met her.

If something goes wrong, cry.

Speak louder, cry.

Arguing with his father, crying.

I wanted to take him back from my great grandpa and grandma, but I still cried.

It seems that crying can solve everything.

If this kind of behavior is placed on a ten-year-old girl, it's fine.

But she is over 40 years old!
Mo Junting felt a deep sense of powerlessness towards her.

He would rather quarrel with grandma than face her crying face.

At least, his grandma can still communicate!
After letting her sit there and cry enough, Mo Junting picked up the phone and dialed the number of his father, Mo Mingcheng, rubbed his forehead and said, "Dad, Mom is here, you can pick her up sometime."

When Mo Mingcheng heard this, he let out a long sigh, and said in a pleading tone: "Jun Ting, can you, can you let your mother stay with you for a while? I was crying by her for a month, and I was going crazy gone."

Mo Junting: "..."

He was silent for a moment and asked, "Why did you offend her?"

Mo Mingcheng said helplessly: "Isn't that something about Xuanxuan? On Xuanxuan's birthday last month, I gave her a villa and let her go to my company for an internship. Your mother felt that my old relationship with her mother was rekindled. , use the things at home to subsidize them, alas."

(End of this chapter)