Did Miss Mo counterattack today?

Chapter 417 Really Chilling

Chapter 417 Really Chilling
"Yes, yes." The housekeeper responded several times, "It turns out that Miss San is allergic to yellow peaches, so it's fine not to eat them."

Mo Shengwen's complexion improved slightly, but he still said with a straight face: "You know you can't eat, but you still eat yellow peaches?"

Su Zhen smiled and said: "Yes, maybe the car accident just now hurt my brain."

When she spoke, her tone was always light, but it made people feel very uncomfortable.

Especially Mo Shengwen, he felt that she was deliberately angry with him.

Under such circumstances, Mo Shengwen couldn't stay any longer, and left after sitting for a while.

On the way back by car, Mo Shengwen kept his face sullen and said nothing.

The housekeeper wanted to comfort him several times, but he didn't know how to do so. After all, Miss Mo Ling had always been the greatest pain in the old man's heart.

And Miss San was bought by Miss Mo Ling in exchange for her life.

There was this kind of relationship here before, but because Miss San was locked up in the backyard for so many years, the relationship with the old man became even more rigid for so long.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold. The fear is not that people's hearts will not be able to warm the ice layer, but that the ice layer is too thick.

As the car drove out of the hospital, the housekeeper casually glanced out the window, "Isn't that Miss Fourth?"

Hearing this, Mo Shengwen glanced outside.

At this point, the peak of the crowd was already past the entrance of the hospital, so Mo Shengwen saw two people standing in the shade of willow trees by the artificial lake at a glance.

Mo Qingtong and Shen Mingyang.

The two of them stood facing each other, they didn't know what they were talking about, and their expressions were very dignified.

As soon as the car passed by, Mo Shengwen looked away.

After being interrupted like this, the anger in his heart subsided a little, but when he thought of Mo An'an's half-smile face, he was still angry, "It seems that what Qing Tong said was right, An An is still the same person An An is sensible."

Putting this matter on Mo Qingtong's body today, she would never talk to him like this.

Mo Qingtong is well-behaved on weekdays. Although he has some bad intentions, he is still respectful in front of him.

A junior should look like a junior.

If you go beyond a little bit, you are disrespecting your elders.

The Mo family is a place that emphasizes etiquette and morality, and he, Mo Shengwen, also dislikes juniors who don't respect their elders the most.

The housekeeper said: "In fact, the third lady is very kind. Didn't she silently donate to the disaster area before? And I suddenly remembered something just now."

"what's up?"

"Third Miss is allergic to yellow peaches. I seem to have heard about her when she was very young. And I also heard from Fourth Miss."

"Qingtong?" Mo Shengwen nodded, knowing, "Yes, usually that child is willing to go to the backyard to see An An. It's a pity that An An is a child who doesn't know how to repay kindness."

His favorite daughter, in exchange for his life, is such a child?
It's really chilling.

"No." The butler shook his head, lost in memory, "I heard the fourth lady told the servant that the third lady was allergic to yellow peaches. At that time, she didn't pay much attention to it. Later, a lot of fresh yellow peaches were sent from the manor, and they piled up. It rotted at home, and Miss Fourth finally took care of it. But I found a lot of yellow peach pits outside Miss Third’s house. After asking the servants, I found out that Miss Fourth took a lot of yellow peaches and gave them to Miss Third. eat."

How smart is Mo Shengwen?

He understood the meaning of the butler's words almost immediately, "You mean, Qing Tong knew that An An was allergic to yellow peaches, and gave her a lot of them?"

(End of this chapter)

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