The President's wife is a global sensation

Chapter 223
The old man was a little flattered.

Always he was old, but only in vain.

But Mo Yuchi's reputation, even if he is in the countryside, is like thunder.

For such a capable person, it is impossible for him to have anything worthy of his hypocrisy.

He would say this only because Little Bubble has enough status in the Mo family to be worthy of him.

Immediately, Mr. Tang's heart was completely relieved.

He raised the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. He turned the glass over and said, "I will keep the hospitality of Second Young Master Mo in mind, old man."

"The old man is proud."

The two drank a few more glasses, and for a while, they pushed and exchanged glasses on the table, and the atmosphere became cheerful and relaxed.

Dian Dian nestled next to Tang Yimo, he deliberately touched the special chopsticks and spoons to the ground, and swayed his calf from time to time to accept Tang Yimo's feeding.

After the meal, the old man unsurprisingly drank too much.

It was rare to see him enjoying himself, Tang Yimo did not stop him, but only helped him into the room.

The old man is old, his legs and feet are fairly sharp, his eyes are vacant, and he said intermittently: "Little Bubble, you married the right person... Grandpa, I will rest assured from now on. Second Young Master Mo has means and skills, so you can help him take care of him." Take care of this family, your life will be better, even if grandpa is under the Nine Springs, he will rest in peace..."

The corner of Tang Yimo's mouth twitched.

In this case, people who didn't know would think that she married Mo Yuchi.

But she felt the affection of the old man, her heart was as soft as soaked in honey.

"Grandpa, don't talk nonsense, you will live a long life."

Tang Yimo helped him onto the bed, and pulled the quilt over to cover him.

The old man closed his eyes, and said twice: "Grandpa is getting old..."

Tang Yimo stood and looked at him for a while, making sure he had fallen asleep normally, before leaving the room.

The servants in the living room have already retreated, and most of the lights have been dimmed. Only the door of the study room is covered by a crack, and orange light shines out from inside.

Tang Yimo walked in, knocked on the door, and said, "Thank you."

She saw Mo Yuchi's attitude towards grandpa today, and was very grateful.

The words fell, and there was no movement inside.

Tang Yimo thought he was busy with business and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a strong arm stretched out, and she was pulled directly inside by a force.

The familiar scent of sandalwood came over, Tang Yimo subconsciously wanted to push the person away, but when he looked up, he was stunned: "Mo Xiqing?"

The man who was a short distance away had a familiar tall figure, and the mask on his face covered most of his handsome cheeks.

"Huh? Seeing me, you seem a little unhappy?"

Mo Xiqing lowered his head and got very close, his long and narrow eyes met the woman's eyes.

He was against the light, and the side of his face was covered with a layer of faint gold edging, which made his profound facial features even more profound and beautiful.

I don't know why, Tang Yimo didn't feel any strangeness towards him even though he had been in a coma for so long.

Avoiding the scorching gaze in his eyes, she opened her pink lips lightly and said, "It was just an accident. No one notified me when you woke up."

"I told them not to tell you, in order to surprise my little wife. But now, it seems that my waking up seems redundant?"

Tang Yimo felt that he meant something, raised his eyebrows lightly, and waited for his next words.

Mo Xiqing held her bright wrist, and the skin of the woman's slender arm was extremely smooth, with a layer of delicate fragrance lingering.

His eyes became darker and darker: "I heard from them that you and my brother have a good time together?"

(End of this chapter)