Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 732 737 Ah Mu, you are a mature man now, you have to chase your wife yourself!
"Just follow me."

Yin Mang stood up and left the drink shop.

Mo Zhirao grabbed Alika who stood up right behind him, and with doubts in his eyes, he lowered his voice and asked, "Is this Miss Yin a demon?"

Alika glanced lightly at Mo Zhirao.

Nodding slightly.

"how is this possible?"

Mo Zhirao's eyes widened: "What I feel from her is clearly the breath of the human race."

Alika shook her head lightly: "I don't know what's going on either."

"But I'm sure."

Alika looked at the girl who had already walked out of the drink shop from a distance, and her eyes were faintly lit up.

She followed quickly.

Mo Zhirao and Mo Shu looked at each other, Mo Zhirao shook his head slightly, stood up silently, and followed behind.

*

Ying house.

Mrs. Ying leaned on the sofa restlessly.

"Old lady, the Patriarch is back."

The housekeeper, Lao Zhang, was standing in a corner of the living room on an electric scooter, reporting in a low voice.

Mrs. Ying nodded slightly.

"Click."

The door was pushed open.

Ying Muzhi walked into the living room with big strides, a little tiredness appeared on his handsome face.

In those eyes of different colors that seemed to be colored glass, bright red bloodshot eyes were faintly visible.

As he walked into the living room, he tore off his tie casually.

"I'm home?"

Mrs. Ying showed a smile on her face.

Deep crow's feet protruded from the corners of the old eyes.

"Have you eaten?"

"have eaten."

Ying Muzhi sat on the sofa and rubbed his temples tiredly.

Madam Ying sighed softly.

"After working hard for a while, I finally finished cleaning up those guys with evil intentions."

"From now on, you will be free."

Ying Muzhi slightly raised his eyes.

"grandmother."

"You have been waiting for me here until now, isn't it to tell me these things?"

Mrs. Ying slightly narrowed her eyes.

"As a grandma, I want to condolences to my grandson, can it be impossible?"

Ying Muzhi sighed slightly.

"What do you want to say?"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ying sat up slightly, and the arm holding the walking stick bent naturally.

Eye pupils raised slightly, trying to put on a majestic posture.

"Ah Mu, how old are you this year?"

The corner of Ying Muzhi's mouth twitched.

He leaned his back on the sofa slowly, his heterochromatic pupils were faint, and he couldn't see any superfluous emotions.

"Grandma, I remember you don't have amnesia yet."

"How do you talk to your grandma?!"

The old lady Ying made a heartbroken expression, and poked her cane on the ground vigorously, making a beeping sound.

With eyes wide open, his tone was majestic and cold.

"You are 28 years old, and your father got married when he was 23!"

"Your grandfather was earlier!"

"You said you, do you want your grandma to never see her great-grandson in her lifetime?!"

"Do you know that you are depriving me of my rights?!"

Mrs. Ying held her chest and cried out in great pain: "Poor, my great-grandson has been looking forward to it for another year and two years, and for two years and three years."

"My eyes are red from looking forward to it, a certain unfilial grandson just won't get married..."

"I'm so sad..."

Mrs. Ying wiped away the tears that fell out.

His face was full of grief.

"Ah Mu! Tell me about you, if you are incapable of finding a girl to be your wife, forget it."

"You can't find it, grandma will find it for you!"

Madam Ying's cane hit the ground heavily.

(End of this chapter)