Mummy is here, daddy spoils!

But after listening to Xia Zhian's words, Mo Qingchen's face became more and more ugly.

Xia Zhian saw that his face had changed and thought he had hit the point. A flood of grievances swept through. Before she could break out, her ass was slapped again!

"Pa -"

"What are you doing?" Xia Zhian's face turned red. "You can't spank people!"

"Hum!" Mo Qingchen sneered and said, "I've only heard of hitting people without hitting their faces."

"Anyway -- it's the same anyway," Xia Zhian's heart hung up and didn't dare to look at Mo Qingchen. Keng Keng Baba said wrongly, "although I like you very much, if you just use me, it's ok..."

The words are like this, but Xia Zhian is about to cry.

"Woo... What are you doing?" Xia Zhi'an's cheek was pinched by Mo Qingchen. She angrily stared at each other, but Mo Qingchen didn't mean to give up.

"You villain, dare to bully me!" Xia Zhian's eyes were red. She felt that she had never been so embarrassed.

"I bully you?" Mo Qingchen's words were almost squeezed out of his throat. His eyes were also red, but he was not wronged, but angry.

"Xia Zhian, did you talk like that? Hmm?" although Mo Qingchen held Xia Zhian's face, his strength gradually loosened. His little girlfriend was very tender. If he didn't pay attention, his face would be pinched red. He couldn't get down that hand.

"What do you mean I'm with you to go against her and use you? Do you still have a heart to say this?" Mo Qingchen was really angry. He didn't expect Xia Zhian to distrust him so much.

"Then, why do you want to be with me?" Xia Zhian seemed to drill the tip of an ox horn and couldn't understand for a long time.

"What do you say?"

"I just don't know I asked you!" Xia Zhian roared, "why throw the question to me again?"

"Xia Zhian, am I not obvious enough?"

Xia Zhian's heart jumped violently out of control. She had a hunch that Mo Qingchen would say that sentence.

In fact, Mo Qingchen once said it in the past, but Xia Zhian didn't need it more than this moment.

"Of course, I want to be with you because I like you. You little thing, you doubt me and dare to sue the wicked first. You are still wronged and dare to cry, don't you?"

"Sobbing..." Xia Zhian couldn't help it, and didn't want to. She rushed into Mo Qingchen's arms, hugged his waist, and finally cried.

Afterwards, Xia Zhian also felt that she had something wrong. Why did she cry? Shouldn't she feel proud?

Or are women in love so uncertain and moody?

"Well," when Xia Zhian cried, Mo Qingchen couldn't help but coax her honestly, "how can I cry like an unreasonable little girl if I like you or if I don't like you? What should I do?"

"Sobbing... I don't care," Xia Zhian said in a muffled voice, burying herself in his chest. "It's your fault anyway."

"Yes, it's all my fault."

"Hum!" Xia Zhi'an was not only coquettish but also tricky. She had to pinch Mo Qingchen's face and said, "you pinched me just now!"

Mo Qingchen bowed his head, kissed her cheek, smoothed her hair and said, "good, stop making trouble."

Xia Zhi calmed down when she settled down. She couldn't help worrying about Mrs. Mo's problem. Ah... It's really worrying.

But what can we do? Since she chose Mo Qingchen, she must face Mrs. mo.

"Otherwise, let's let Mrs. Mo know when we will go back to get the certificate. When we get it, we'll find a chance to show it to her. At least there is a buffer in the middle, which can let her accept it slowly, so as not to stimulate so much at once, okay?" Xia Zhian thought and said.

"OK, listen to you!" said Mo Qingchen.

Xia Zhian glared at him, took out the posture of "Lord gold", and said coldly, "hum, you'd better be like this! Don't forget, you're my little white face now!"

Mo Qingchen's response profoundly explained what is "not ashamed, but proud".

For Mo Qingchen with abnormal brain circuit, being kept shows that he is handsome. After all, who will keep an ugly object.

Xia Zhian saw Mo Qingchen's expression and knew that he was thinking about it again. He didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Although he had decided to give Mrs. Mo a buffer, Mo Qingchen was clear about what he needed to face after returning this time.

Maybe Mrs. Mo is sitting in the Mohist School and is preparing to teach him a lesson!

Thinking of this, Mo Qingchen only felt more upset. Since he finally had time to rest, he might as well take advantage of this opportunity to play outside for a few more days.

"We are going abroad," said Mo Qingchen suddenly.

"Hmm?" Xia Zhian didn't react at all. They were still talking about Mrs. Mo just now. Why did they suddenly go abroad, "go abroad, why?"

According to the original plan, if they stay at the seaside for another day or two, they have to go back.

"No why, don't you want to stay with me?"

"Of course not, but if we go abroad, we will delay at least four or five days. At that time -"

"Then what? Anyway, the company's business is none of my business." Mo Qingchen shrugged and said indifferently.

Xia Zhian was speechless, but from another point of view, Mo Qingchen rarely had a chance to take a long holiday. Since he was willing to rest, he would take himself to accompany him.

"OK, but what are we going to do?" Xia Zhian asked.

"Skiing, I'll take you skiing."

Xia Zhian is also ready to move. Although she is a professional dancer, she is really not good at sports, especially skiing.

I really look forward to and fear.

But after all, it's Xia Zhian who wants to see Mo Qingchen's handsome figure on the ski resort!

The two were wayward in their trip. They came to the beach and brought all their luggage in summer. At the moment, they temporarily decided to go abroad for skiing and had to go to the mall to buy winter clothes.

"I said it's impossible. It's still summer now. How can there be people selling winter clothes?" Xia Zhian said.

"Nothing, then we'll buy it when we get there." Mo Qingchen said indifferently.

The previous luggage was packed and sent back. The two got off the plane empty handed. They almost didn't fly back on the spot because of the cold current. They immediately bought clothes at the airport and wrapped themselves up.

"Hoo -" Xia Zhian opened her mouth and exhaled a mass of white gas. She rubbed her hands and said, "it's cold and hot. It's really exciting!"

The snowflakes flying in the air fell on their shoulders and Mo Qingchen's hairy collar. He held Xia Zhian's hand, took a breath of heat, helped her warm and stuffed it into his pocket.

Xia Zhian was really looking forward to skiing at the beginning. They even stayed in the resort next to the ski resort. As a result, Xia Zhian quit after going for half a day.

"Don't, don't, don't - go yourself, you go skating, I'll just watch!" Xia Zhian pushed away. Her leg was almost not her own, and she refused to slide again.

"Beginners are like this. Who don't fall?" Mo Qingchen said.

"Anyway, I don't want it!" Xia Zhian held the next column and said, "go by yourself. I just want to see you slide. I don't want to slide by myself!"

Mo Qingchen didn't let go, and Xia Zhian didn't let go. After a stalemate for a few seconds, Xia Zhian began to sell miserably: "my legs are going to break. Can you bear it?"

"Then I won't slide -"

"No!" Xia Zhian quit immediately. "You go skiing. You're so handsome when skiing. I haven't seen enough!"

Which man can carry this sugar coated shell? Don't mention skiing. Xia Zhian wants him to go all the way.

Xia Zhian was immersed in her boyfriend's handsome posture and clapped with her mobile phone. Unexpectedly, the discussion of several little girls next to her went into her ears.

"Did you see that man? He's been at the senior track!"

"Well, I've been watching it secretly for a long time!"

"He's so handsome skiing! I'm really curious about what he looks like. It's a pity if he's an ugly man..."

Xia Zhi looked at the past with their eyes. It was clear that what was discussed was her own man. She was not happy at once. Who was the ugly man? Are you blind?

"It's impossible. Look at his height and figure. He's definitely a handsome man!"

Xia Zhi an silently Tucao, wrapped in such a thick clothes, can also see the figure, do not make complaints about it!

In short, the girls over there talked a few words, and Xia Zhian turned many white eyes. They were wrong to boast and doubt. Xia Zhian just didn't like others to talk about her man!

Mo Qingchen rushed down from the track in a perfect posture, which was in sharp contrast to the people who fell down next to him, and the girl next to him screamed again.

Xia Zhian's face is darker.

How annoying!

Of course, Mo Qingchen won't always ignore Xia Zhian. He slipped back and forth on the track, found the coach to dismantle the equipment, and walked towards Xia Zhian on the thick snow.

"He's coming! Guess if he'll take off his goggles!"

Ski goggles are very large, almost covering half of the face. If you don't take them off, you can't see the whole face clearly. The girls are guessing, but Xia Zhian is thinking, don't take them!

Who knows, as soon as Mo Qingchen came to Xia Zhian, before she could speak, Mo Qingchen took off her goggles.

"So handsome!"

"My God, is this level of beauty real?"

"Tall, handsome and good at skiing, it's worth coming to the ski resort today!"

Listening to the surprised voice over there, Xia Zhian's whole face stinks.

"Are you impatient?" Mo Qingchen came over.

He was going to lead Xia Zhian back. After all, the snow was too deep. Xia Zhian directly shook off his hand and walked forward with great popularity.

Mo Qingchen was confused. When did he offend her?

"My little ancestor," Mo Qingchen chased up a few steps, forcibly grabbed Xia Zhian's hand and didn't let her break away. He asked a little wronged, "what are you unhappy about?"

Xia Zhian didn't speak, so Mo Qingchen had to guess.

"Didn't you just tell me that I ski well and let me show you? I'm not going to leave you to play!" Mo Qingchen had to make it clear first.

"Who says you're handsome in skiing!" Xia Zhian doesn't hesitate to slap herself in the face, but also wants to take this sentence back.

She's so angry. This smelly man is already thirty. Why can he still attract bees and butterflies?

"You said it yourself." Mo Qingchen said.

"I didn't say, you heard wrong!" Xia Zhian stressed again.

Mo Qingchen didn't care. He quickly accepted it and said along Xia Zhian: "OK, I heard wrong!"

Xia Zhian still felt uncomfortable and denied Mo Qingchen's handsome, as if she was denying her own aesthetics.

That's so annoying!

It's not going well!

Blame Mo Qingchen!

At night, because it was too cold outside, they ate in the resort hotel.

Mo Qingchen was so wronged that he didn't want to understand why Xia Zhian was angry. He didn't ask her and guessed for a long time.

Until he met those girls in the restaurant again, Mo Qingchen was very familiar with this scene with her beauty since childhood, and the situation became more serious when she grew up.

Seeing Xia Zhian's face become more ugly, he suddenly realized.

"Oh..." Mo Qingchen lengthened his voice, smiled unkindly, approached Xia Zhian and said, "someone has been making trouble all afternoon. It turned out to be jealous."

Proud of you! Xia Zhian glared at him and would never admit it.

"You are less narcissistic!"

"I didn't say you. Why are you so anxious to take your seat?" Mo Qingchen said proudly.

Xia Zhian was so angry that she threw away the tableware and had no time to wipe her mouth. She got up and had to leave. Mo Qingchen was too much. She didn't tell her that she was jealous!

"Little thing, my temper is getting worse and worse. I'm not good at all." he said, and Mo Qingchen also got up to catch up.

In the corridor, Mo Qingchen no longer hesitated and directly pulled people into the nearby fire passage.

Xia Zhian was stabbed on the wall, turned her head and asked, "what are you doing?"

Mo Qingchen didn't answer the question. He held Xia Zhian's jaw in one hand, rubbed his fingers at the corners of his lips, and said with a smile in his voice: "he ran away without wiping his mouth, like a little milk cat."

Say, don't give Xia Zhian the chance to answer back, directly kissed down, even the juice of lip food swept together.

Xia Zhian's cheek warmed up rapidly in this kiss, and even the air around her was warming up. She suddenly felt so hot, and the man opposite was like a huge fireball, like trying to turn her into ashes.

Even so, she is not willing to push away.

After a kiss, Xia Zhian was completely cleaned up and obedient. She looked at Mo Qingchen blankly and couldn't speak.

"Next time someone covets your boyfriend, just like just now, don't talk nonsense and kiss me directly." Mo Qingchen pasted it on Xia Zhian's lips and said vaguely. If there is no breath, it makes people itch.

I have to say that Mo Qingchen's move is very effective. At least Xia Zhian can't press down the radian of the corners of her mouth.

"Smelly and shameless!" Xia Zhian commented bitterly.

In the next few days, Mo Qingchen didn't go skiing. Because Xia Zhian didn't like it very much, they simply hid in the resort hotel to relax and experience an exotic style.

The happier the journey, the faster time passes.

Finally, we have to go back to face those problems. The flight back of Mo Qingchen and Xia Zhian is at night. As soon as they leave the airport, the driver has been waiting at the pick-up port.

"Mr. mo." the driver shouted habitually.

"I'm not president Mo now." Mo Qingchen said indifferently, but he didn't have to emphasize this point. These people followed him, not president mo.

"Mr. Mo," the driver changed his mouth like a stream of kindness and said, "Mrs. Mo is waiting for you in the Mohist house."

Mo Qingchen frowned. He knew he had to face it, but he had to face it when he got off the plane. He didn't give people a chance to breathe, which made him feel very upset.

Now that you have made a choice, why can't you learn to respect?

"Or shall we go to the hotel tonight?" Mo Qingchen said to Xia Zhian next to her.

Xia Zhian raised her head and gave him a sweet smiling face and soothing eyes. She squeezed his hands with both hands and wanted to pass on her energy.

"It doesn't matter. Let's talk to Mrs. Mo well." Xia Zhian said.

Mo Qingchen brushed his lips, and the good mood of returning from the trip was ruined by all the uninvited guests. It's really unpleasant.

Sitting in the car, Xia Zhian has been racking her brains to find a way. If Mrs. Mo quarrels with Mo Qingchen later, what should she do?

Who can imagine that she should worry more about herself.

When they opened the door, they had already prepared mentally, but when they saw Mrs. Mo's appearance of asking questions, Xia Zhian still jumped in her heart like a conditioned reflex.

Sure enough, in Mrs. Mo's view, the real culprit is Xia Zhian.

"Xia Zhian, you little fox, what do we Mohists owe you and have to harm us?" Mrs. Mo doesn't seem to need to brew emotions, or she has been brewing for many days, and now it breaks out completely.

Xia Zhian was scared silly. Why didn't she even warm up? It was such a fierce part at the beginning?

"Do you think you're great now, taking ah Chen to travel all over the world and leaving the company behind? You've encouraged ah Chen to play with things and lose heart before you get married, haven't you?"

"How did our family get so unlucky as you?"

"Xia Zhian, just say what you want?"

"At least you're from the Yan family now. Can you stop holding on to the habit of the lower three indiscriminates?"

Mrs. Mo's face was a meal of abuse, and one sentence was worse than another.

This is what Xia Zhian didn't expect. She also fantasized about how to mediate and let Mo Qingchen and Mrs. Mo not have too much conflict. Who knows that she is the one who was caught and scolded as soon as she came back?

Mrs. Mo has lived for decades longer than Xia Zhian. This abusive Kung Fu is not a level at all. Xia Zhian doesn't even know how to answer back to this impeccable disaster.

On the contrary, Mo Qingchen seemed to have expected this situation long ago. He could not bear to have his woman insulted like this.

"That's enough. Please show me the demeanor of being an elder." Mo Qingchen stood up and stood in front of Xia Zhian and said, "no matter how you scold her, your wish will not come true."

"Look, look -" Mrs. Mo pointed to Xia Zhian. Her arms were shaking and she was as angry as if she would faint in the next second. "Xia Zhian, this is what you did. Don't you just want to stir up the relationship between our mother and son, and then go to the top?"

"I didn't!" the abuse was enough, but Xia Zhian couldn't accept Mrs. Mo's saying. She had never provoked anyone's relationship with Mo Qingchen. "Mrs. Mo, Mr. Mo is your own son. Why can't you trust him more?"

Xia Zhian couldn't help feeling sorry for the young man when she thought of what Mo Qingchen said to her.

Perhaps he was faced with such a hateful Mrs. Mo all the way.

"Please stop and don't go crazy in my house," said Mo Qingchen, looking at Mrs. Mo without any intention of retreating. "Isn't all this what you expect now?"

"If I don't want to marry Mo Waner, I'll give up Mo's group. This is what you said yourself." Mo Qingchen's face was very impatient. From the moment Mrs. Mo was aggressive towards Xia Zhian, he kept his anger, "now I've made a choice. Should you stop?"

Mrs. Mo refused to believe it from beginning to end. Until the facts told her that she really forced her own son to leave the Mohist school, she was still unwilling to accept it.

Murph trembled with rage and scolded, "are you crazy? What's good about this little bitch?"

"Do you think it's worth giving up everything about Mohism for a woman who has given birth to others? Mo Qingchen, how did I teach you when you were a child? That's how you do things?"

"Xia Zhian, where on earth are we sorry for you?"

If Mo Qingchen had not been a 30-year-old adult man, Mrs. Mo would have liked to beat him like she taught him when she was a child.

Although Xia Zhian already knows that Mo Qingchen doesn't care about surrogacy, every time Mrs. Mo attacks her about it, she still feels as painful as being poked in her heart.

Mo Qingchen couldn't stand Mrs. Mo's more ugly and vicious accusations. He pointed to the direction of the door and said, "if you can't respect my woman, you're not welcome here. Please leave."

"I have nothing to do with Mohism now. Don't disturb our life."

The rebellious period that came back from the killing was almost taken by surprise. Even when Mo Qingchen was very young, he just secretly ran to the game hall. This was even a "resistance" to Mrs. mo. he had never confronted Mrs. Mo like this.

However, because of Xia Zhian, all bad things have happened for the first time.

"Ah Chen, look at this woman. What did she instigate you into?" Mrs. Mo said bitterly.

"It's always you who made me what I am today. Don't blame anyone," said Mo Qingchen.

Mrs. Mo was finally angered, and her thorns stood up, no longer trying to influence Mo Qingchen.

Since Mo Qingchen has to be stubborn, she will let him have a good look at what is reality!

"Mo Qingchen, do you know that everything you have today is brought to you by the Mohist group. If it weren't for the identity of the young master of Mohism, who do you think you are?"

Mrs. Mo stared at Xia Zhian and said, "OK, you want to be with Xia Zhian. I have nothing to say. Then you will clean up and leave the Mohist school!"

Mo Qingchen sneered. He thought it was ridiculous.

Of course, the identity of the young master of the Mohist school did give him some convenience, but Mrs. Mo seemed to say that all these things of the Mohist group were obtained because of this identity and had nothing to do with his personal efforts.

"Clean out of the house?" Mo Qingchen asked, "so, what should I do for the group in the past few years when I took over Mo?"

Mo Qingchen simply felt ridiculous, so he had such a rhetorical question, but Mrs. Mo misunderstood him and thought that he was not willing to give up money and interests.

So, Mrs. Mo felt sure again. She caught Mo Qingchen's weakness and saw if he could lower his head.

"Ha ha... I still say that, if you marry Mo Waner, everything in the Mohist school is yours, but if you are with this little bitch, you must clean up and leave the house. The Mohist school won't have a relationship with you for half a dime!"

Mrs. Mo became more and more proud. In her opinion, Mo Qingchen would always be obedient and become her good son.

Xia Zhian is just an annoying episode.

Unfortunately, the facts are always completely opposite to Mrs. Mo's imagination.

"Well, this time, please remember your own words. After I clean up and leave the house, don't try to interfere with my choice and life for any reason."

With that, Mo Qingchen took Xia Zhian's hand and walked towards the door.

Xia Zhian didn't expect that things would get out of control to this point. She reluctantly looked at Mrs. Mo and looked at Mo Qingchen, but she didn't say anything at this time.

Although this is not the outcome she most expected, she respects and supports as long as it is mo Qingchen's choice.

Mrs. Mo was completely confused. She thought she was in control of the victory. She even imagined the scene of kicking Xia Zhian out of the Mohist school. It was so gratifying, but Mo Qingchen agreed!

He promised! Not even the slightest hesitation!

"Are you crazy?" Mrs. Mo shouted to Mo Qingchen's back.

"Just for such a woman, you have to do this step. Are you crazy, Mo Qingchen?" Mrs. Mo roared like a collapse.

Mo Qingchen stopped, but didn't turn around. He said coldly, "I'm not crazy, and -- as I said, Xia Zhian is my woman. Even if you can't accept it, you must respect her!"

"Why?" Mrs. Mo asked crossly with uncontrollable gaffe, "why is this?"

Mo Qingchen looked back. There was no temperature in his eyes staring at Mrs. mo.

I don't know why, Mrs. Mo was staring with such eyes and shivered in the late summer season.

"It's because of you from beginning to end," Mo Qingchen explained.

This is not only very cruel to Mrs. Mo, but it is also very cruel for him to tear off the hypocrisy of so many years in front of his mother.

But at this moment, Mo Qingchen felt quite happy.

"From small to large, I am not a son to you, but a thing to compare with others. You will only ask me to keep doing better, because it will give you a long face, which will enable you to find a sense of superiority among a group of rich ladies."

"Do you really care about me, really care about me?"

"At this time, you still want me to marry Mo Waner. You just want to compare with your sisters, right?"

"I've had enough of being manipulated by you like a puppet. Since in your opinion, my own son's marriage and happiness are not worth mentioning at all, but just a tool you use to marry, what does Mohism care about for me?"

"Like garbage, I'd like to throw it away for a long time." Mo Qingchen said expressionless. He didn't even use a sarcastic tone. He was like a real heart dead. He didn't express other people's stories emotionally.

With that, Mo Qingchen no longer looked at the place where he had lived for several years and left without nostalgia.

This is a step that no one expected.

Xia Zhian was held by Mo Qingchen and walked towards the door step by step. Her mind was completely confused.

Until he got into the car, Mo Qingchen said to the driver, "go to the hotel."

Originally, when he came back from the airport, he said he would go to the hotel. Unexpectedly, he had to go to the hotel in the end. Mo Qingchen showed a helpless smile at the corners of his mouth. He didn't have no other house to go, but since he chose to clean himself out of the house, it's good to completely draw a line with the Mohist school.

Xia Zhian was stunned when she heard the word "Hotel" and said, "don't go to the hotel. Go to my side."

In this regard, Mo Qingchen has no opinion. He has long been prepared to hold the gold Lord's thigh.

"Fortunately, there is a little rich woman willing to keep me." Mo Qingchen said heartlessly.

They just talked nonsense in private. Xia Zhian felt very embarrassed to say such words in front of the driver. She stared at Mo Qingchen and said seriously, "will you talk well?"

However, seeing that Mo Qingchen was still in the mood to joke, Xia Zhian's concern was slightly alleviated.

Mrs. Mo, who stayed in the villa, couldn't accept this fact until Mo Qingchen and Xia Zhian left for a long time.

Is mo Qingchen really gone?

He gave up everything about Mohism and left with the little fox?

Mrs. Mo sat down on the sofa and stared at the bright chandelier on the roof. The light was dazzling. She narrowed her eyes subconsciously. After a long silence, she sighed. It seemed that she finally recognized the reality.

The housekeeper, who had been in the Mohist family for many years, came up and asked, "madam, do you want to stay here or go back to the old house?"

There are also Mrs. Mo's rooms here, but they are almost idle because they rarely stay. If you want to stay, the housekeeper must arrange servants to clean them immediately.

In the Mohist school, the only old person Mrs. Mo is familiar with is the housekeeper.

"You say, do you also think I did it wrong?" Mrs. Mo asked reluctantly. I don't know if she has realized it, but she still needs to seek a supporter to keep going.

The housekeeper knows very well that the employer's family is definitely not something they can talk about.

But after so many years in Mohist school, his feelings for Mohist school were not simply employment relations. After some careful thinking, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Madam, let's not say whether it's good or bad that the young master has left, but the master has retired for many years. Now that the young master has left, do you want the master to return to the Jianghu?" the housekeeper said implicitly.

"Ha ha... So you also think that his Mo Qingchen is irreplaceable?" the expression on Mrs. Mo's face is complex and speculated, "or is it that he thinks so that he can walk so happily?"

The housekeeper just said what he wanted. After all, if the Mohist family fell, his job would be lost. Who wants to lose such a high paying job?

"Madam, the young master is your son. You must know his skills best," the housekeeper tried to put it mildly. "As long as you have enough funds and with the strength of the young master, it is not difficult to create another Mohs group. Moreover, in this era, resources are more important than funds. I believe that the young master is not short of these things."

After all, the housekeeper is an "outsider", and because of this, he can see from the outside.

Since Mo Qingchen took over the group's affairs, Mo's group has continued to create brilliance, and has already gone up several steps than before. Of course, these have the foundation of Mohism, but more of them are the credit of the helmsman.

It's not that Mo Qingchen is good for nothing when he leaves the Mohist school, but that the Mohist school can't live without Mo Qingchen.

The relationship between supply and demand has already shifted imperceptibly.

"I'd like to see how Mo Qingchen can turn over the clouds and rain after leaving the Mohist school!" Mrs. Mo said reluctantly.

Perhaps in the eyes of parents, children will always be children.

Mrs. Mo's mistake is that when she should treat Mo Qingchen as an independent adult and treat him as a child who can let her do whatever she wants, but when she should treat him as a child to give love, she just regarded him as a cold tool.

When the housekeeper saw Mrs. Mo's stubbornness, he also knew that he had said enough. One more sentence would be the passover, and he could only sigh.

"Madam, it's getting late. You'd better take care of your health and have a rest earlier." the housekeeper advised.

In this villa, there are traces left by Xia Zhian everywhere. As long as Mrs. Mo is here, she can't help imagining how Xia Zhian thinks of herself as a hostess, and the more she thinks, the more angry she is.

"Forget it, it's too unlucky here. I'd better go back to the old house!" said Mrs. mo.

Mrs. Yan gave Xia Zhian a lot of real estate, most of which she hadn't moved.

But at the beginning, the sister and brother still rented a house to live, so later they returned the house, chose an apartment very close to the University, and moved in with Xia Yifan.

However, Xia Yifan usually lives more, and Xia Zhian almost lives in the Mohist school.

This time, Xia Zhian took Mo Qingchen to this apartment.

Originally, Xia Zhian was worried about whether Mo Qingchen would be angry and sad, but when she heard that he still had the energy to make jokes, she was not so nervous.

"Why didn't I speak well?" Mo Qingchen asked, unconscious.

Xia Zhian lowered her voice and whispered a warning: "in front of the driver, what do you mention? Our relationship was misunderstood by many people. You're afraid it's not chaotic enough now, aren't you?"

It doesn't matter that she was misunderstood, but Xia Zhian really can't stand other people's misunderstanding of Mo Qingchen, especially now that Mo Qingchen left the Mohist school, it was the most criticized period.

"It's all right," Mo Qingchen patted Xia Zhian's hand and comforted, "he's my man, not Mohist. Relax and don't be too nervous."

"Your people?" Xia Zhi'an picked her eyebrows and said impolitely, "you are divorced from the Mohist school now. Do you still have money to raise so many people?"

This is not to belittle people!

Mo Qingchen was not convinced immediately, but he didn't refute. Instead, he followed Xia Zhian's words.

"Yes, I'm leaving Mohist school now. The company is gone and my assets are gone. I've completely become a poor man. By the way, I have to take years and sugar. Don't you really dislike me?" asked Mo Qingchen.

Mingming is talking nonsense, but his eyes stare at Xia Zhian very seriously, as if to see into her heart.

Xia Zhian today, not only Mo Qingchen has a choice. Can the distressed Mo Qingchen get her persistence?

As soon as Xia Zhian heard Mo Qingchen's words, she immediately became anxious. No matter there were others, she slapped him angrily, stared at him and said, "don't talk nonsense. You still say you're addicted?"

Mo Qingchen saw that Xia Zhian really wanted to be angry, and didn't persuade her. Instead, he calmly and calmly analyzed and said, "I didn't talk nonsense, just analyze the current situation for you."

"I really don't want anything when I say I'm clean out of the house, but I'm sure to take sugar every year. You should know that you're dating a real older unemployed young man with two oil bottles."

"Mo Qingchen!"

Xia Zhian was so angry that she called his name, and her eyes were red.

"I don't allow you to say that. Did you mean it today? You just want to piss me off, don't you?"

"I didn't." seeing Xia Zhian like this, Mo Qingchen couldn't bear it. He put his hand on Xia Zhian's cheek, gently rubbed it, and looked at her eyes affectionately and lingering.

Although he knew that Xia Zhian was not a material woman, he also wanted to know how Xia Zhian would react when he had nothing.

But fortunately, he finally determined that Xia Zhian would not leave him no matter what extent he was down.

"Whether you are a poor man or president Mo, these have nothing to do with me," Xia Zhian said. "As long as you and you have me in your heart, I will never give up you."

The more Xia Zhian said, the more sad she was. Tears swirled in her eyes and stubbornly refused to fall.

"Know, good, don't be sad." Mo Qingchen lowered his voice and wanted to kiss her eyes, but Xia Zhian avoided it.

She slapped Mo Qingchen's hand and said, "you're bored to death. Don't touch me!"

Xia Zhian turned her face to one side and wiped away the falling tears quietly.

Why is this man so annoying? She's worried to death. As a result, he said something inexplicable there like no one else!

"You see, you're beginning to dislike me now," said Mo Qingchen in a dead voice. "Just now you said you'd never leave!"

Xia Zhian heard that the man was intentional and shouted angrily: "yes, I just dislike you and bother you. Stop, I don't want to sit with you!"

"Don't stop!" Mo Qingchen said overbearing.