Master Mo's beloved wife

Li Li seems to see her doubts, he continued to explain, "today is not convenient, so I'll pick you up."

Qin Xiaolou suddenly realized that Mo QingHan was going to pick up Tong Weiwei today.

"Thank you." She smiles gratefully, whether it's because of Mo QingHan's special command or Li Li's care.

"You're welcome, Miss Qin. It's my good fortune to send the beauty home."

Li Li joked, which eased the stiff atmosphere in the car.

Today's Mohist school is very busy. Early in the morning, Mohist mother sent someone to send fresh foie gras and steak from France, supplemented by Mohist father's collection of wine.

In the living room, the servants methodically wipe the luxurious furniture, the decorations on the wall and the luxurious crystal chandelier in the middle of the living room.

"Madam, the children's car is at the door!" The people at the door rushed in to report.

Mo Mu's eyes brightened, and then she went out.

Not far away, the black car slowly stops outside the door. Tong Weiwei lovingly takes the mother's hand, and the father stands on the side and walks this way.

"Mr. Tong, Mrs. Tong, I'm looking forward to you." Mo Mu smiles warmly.

"Mrs. Mo, long time no see. How are you?" Lady Tong slightly raised the corner of her mouth and said faintly.

One side of the Tong Fu nodded, "why don't you see brother Mo and light cold?"

"Still on the way, the father and son have been very busy recently." Mo's mother falsely sighed, "come in quickly, and let light cold punish himself for three cups."

"Weiwei, I haven't seen you for a few days, and the setting is more and more beautiful."

Mo's mother looks at Tong Weiwei with a smile, and the corner of her mouth rises more and more.

"Aunt is joking." Tong Weiwei then released her mother and turned to take Mo's hand and said coquettishly:

"Are you blaming me for not coming to see you for a few days?"

Mo's mother said with a deeper smile, "after becoming a family, are you afraid you won't see me?"

"Auntie." Tong Weiwei hung her head shyly, revealing a delicate neck.

All of a sudden, there was a stir outside

After that, Mo's father came over with a big stride, followed by Mo QingHan. He only heard Mo's father say with a smile:

"Brother Tong, long time no see!"

"Uncle." Mo QingHan nods his head.

"You busy man is here at last."

Tong Fu said with a smile. His eyes passed Mo Fu's, and he looked at Mo QingHan. There were a few lines of appreciation in his eyes

"Light cold is really a talent. Brother Mo, you are blessed."

Mo's father nodded with a smile, "Mo's in light cold's hand, certainly has a bright future!"

With that, he asked people to go inside, "what are you still standing for? Come on, please come inside."

In the dining room, the gorgeous crystal chandelier blooms the luxurious light, sets off on the smooth marble dining table, refracts on people's face each color makeup.

The mother elegantly put down her knife and fork, picked up her napkin and gently wiped her mouth

"Mrs. Mo, I don't want any more accidents at this wedding."

"Of course." Mo Mu said with a smile.

"Weiwei is our only daughter. We are always regarded as the Pearl of applause.

Even if your Mohist family's lintel is high, we Weiwei can't stand any grievance. "

Tong's mother put down her napkin, turned her head and looked directly at Mo's mother.

Mo Mu was not happy in her heart. She still kept a smile on her face and promised:

"My family is light cold, certainly won't let Wei Wei be wronged."

Tong Weiwei immediately cried, "Mom!"

"Don't mind, aunt," he said

"Vivi, you The mother looked at her daughter with a grudge.

Mo's mother looked at Tong Weiwei kindly, and her heart became more and more satisfied. "Silly child, we are just chatting. How can we mind?"

Outside the door, Qin Xiaolou is coming back from the outside, preparing to return to his room quietly.

When Mo XiuXiu saw the visitor, the corner of her mouth was slightly crooked, and she immediately cried out, "sister Xiaolou, you're back!"

"Who is that?" Tong's mother looked at Qin Xiaolou and asked suspiciously.

All the people turned their eyes to Qin Xiaolou in the distance.

Qin Xiaolou heart alarm, Mo XiuXiu now call her, don't know what idea?

Whatever it is, it's not a good idea.

Mo Mu said stiffly, "it's just a servant of the Mohist school."

After that, she looked at Xiang XiuXiu with a smile and said with a certain meaning:

"XiuXiu, you can't be so big or small in the future. It's too late to let some people climb on your head

Mo Fu just slightly frowned, but did not refute.

Mo's mother sees in the bottom of her eyes, a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in her heart. She knows what Mo's father cares about most, and expects that he won't explain.

Qin Xiaolou that bitch is a humble servant, but also in vain to have the master's position, it is wishful thinking!

This sentence fell to Qin Xiaolou's ears without accident. She laughed at herself and stood aside silently.

Mo XiuXiu's hand hidden under the table is pinched tightly, the corners of her mouth keep a perfect smile, but her eyes are full of pale malice

"Sister Xiaolou, can you bring me my favorite soup?"

Qin Xiaolou answered low and came to Mo XiuXiu with soup in his hand.

There was a happy atmosphere at the table again, as if the episode had never existed.

"I read the Yellow calendar. There will be two good days next month. How about setting the engagement ceremony next month?"

Mo's mother smiles excitedly, "both of them are old and old. It's good to settle down early."

"So fast!"

Tong's mother exclaimed. Seeing Tong Weiwei's joyful expression, she finally swallowed her refusal and nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, mom!"

Tong Weiwei sees Tong's mother nodding and looks at Mo QingHan shyly. She just looks at him deeply.

She then quickly lowered her head, revealing a white neck, causing the whole table to laugh.

Mo XiuXiu has always been pale, the palm of her hand has been pinched into the meat, pinching a piece of flesh and blood.

Qin Xiaolou, who was walking over, lowered his head and covered his face. His clear eyes reflected the hot soup curling in his hands. He didn't know what he was thinking.

All of a sudden, there was resistance under my feet.

Qin Xiaolou didn't have time to exclaim, a side face just saw Mo XiuXiu's bad smile.

Seeing that all the soup is going to be spilled on Tong Weiwei, her heart sinks. The soup in her hand is still steaming. If it all falls on Tong Weiwei

All of a sudden, she turned her body, the soup in her hand sprinkled on her body, her white skin immediately turned red.

"Wei Wei!"

Mo QingHan pushes Qin Xiaolou away and quickly passes Tong Weiwei, anxiously worrying:

"Are you ok? Have you hurt anything?"