Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 1308 Elope With Her Again

"Look at you, who do you think your mother is? Am I one of those vicious people?"

Mo's mother glared at her son, then looked at Yan Xiaozhu, and continued pointingly: "If you really love each other, you won't be separated no matter what I do."

When Yan Xiaozhu heard this, she was slightly startled, blinked her eyes, and thought about the meaning behind her words.

Mo Ling stepped forward, held Yan Xiaozhu's hand tightly, thought for a while, as if threatening her: "If you don't want me anymore, I really can do anything."

He doesn't want to lose her, no.

"Mo Ling!" Her heart throbbed, and she could see his firm determination from his eyes.

Although he didn't say it, she knew that if she left him, he would really go crazy.

His love is very painful, and sometimes it makes her unable to breathe.

Mo's father stepped forward, patted his son on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Don't be childish, let your mother talk to Xiaoyan."

Mo Ling naturally refused to let go, thinking of six years ago, thinking of the day when her mother wanted to take her away in the same way.

Is history going to repeat itself?

Is he going to elope with her again?

"Let go, I know what I want." Yan Xiaozhu smiled at him, and patted the back of his hand which he was holding tightly.

With such a simple action, Mo Ling's fear immediately calmed down.

"Yeah." He let her go.

Watching Mo's mother lead her towards Yan Xiaozhu's room.

Xiaoyan, don't give up my love for you.

In the room, the two of them sat down in silence.

Mo's mother held her hand affectionately, a little embarrassed, thought and thought, and finally said: "Now it's just me and you, Xiaoyan, to be honest, have you ever hated me?"

Yan Xiaozhu was stunned, and quickly shook his head: "How could I hate you? Mom, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to survive these few years."

When she was starving or being beaten, she kept thinking about mother Mo's love in her heart.

Generous and warm, treat her well, buy her beautiful clothes, and send her to a high-quality school.

When I take her out, I always say happily: This is my daughter.

Mother Mo is like her own mother, she loves her very much and treats her meticulously.

I always respect, love and respect her, and it's too late to be grateful, so how could I hate her?
Mo's mother's expression dimmed: "I've been blaming myself for the past few years, if Xiaoling wasn't in a hurry..."

Having said that, her voice choked up a bit.

(End of this chapter)