The Seventh Bride of President

Mo Jinyu saw his empty bamboo basket, and his smile became more and more gentle. He took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers, and then went into the water: "Uncle taught you."

Mo Lingyuan is sitting on the bank listening to the guard's report of internal affairs. He is busy and lacks skills.

Now seeing someone with Xiuer, and knowing that Jinyu is a caring and loving person, he says hello, entrusts Xiuer to Mo Jinyu, and then turns away.

Mo Jinyu, because of her health, had been disciplined since she was a child. During her childhood, she fell ill two or three days and spent most of her time in bed.

Now I'm much better and healthier day by day. Now I'm playing with Xiuer, as if to fill the vacancy when I was a child. Like a child, I'm playing with Xiuer in the shallow stream that just submerged my ankle.

Laughter, like a melodious spring song, floats away.

"Xiuer, uncle caught the fish again."

"Uncle is very powerful."

"Xiuer, will uncle teach you to hold your breath in the water?"

"Good." Xiuer learns from Mo Jinyu and buries his head in the water. He drinks a lot of water and coughs.

"It's not like that." Mo Jinyu hurriedly wring Xiu'er out of the water, palms along his back, patiently and carefully teaching him to hold his nose.

Uncle and nephew play to the rise, while patting the water, while laughing.

As soon as Mo Jinyu got out of her bedroom, Qin zhirou, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes and heard the bursts of laughter coming from outside. She sat up, opened a crack in the window and looked out.

Mo Jinyu, holding Chu Yunyao and Mo Lingyuan's baby son, shuttles back and forth in the shallow stream.

At last, Mo Jinyu was probably tired. She simply lay down in the clear stream, her head resting on the stone, holding Xiuer's cheek and saying something.

That little thing unexpectedly threw the bamboo basket in his hand in front of him and climbed to Mo Jinyu's stomach and sat down.

Qin zhirou clenched her fist.

This little thing, who didn't know the greatness of heaven and earth, actually rode the second young master of Mohism as a horse.

Mo Lingyuan is enough to shout to Mo Jinyu. Such a small thing doesn't pay attention to Qin zhirou's son.

Once upon a time, Mo Jinyu was born with heart disease and poor health, so he could not convince the public in front of the Mohist army.

But now Mo Jinyu's body has completely recovered. During the observation period of more than half a year, he has never had a heart disease again. He has not even had a slight cold. His thin body is much stronger, and his pale to transparent face has gradually become bloody.

That is to say, her Jinyu has completely said goodbye to her sick body. Her physical quality is as good as ordinary people. She can run and jump. She is no worse than Mo Lingyuan.

Even with Mo Jinyu's talent, he was recognized by many people in the army.

Anyway, she is a madman immersed in her own world. No one has ever taken her words seriously or patiently heard what she said.

Jinyu, a sincere child, has always thought that she is crazy. She occasionally confides in front of her when she has something on her mind. She never deliberately conceals her emotions in front of her.

When Xiuer went to play with him, he raised the child over his head, put the child on his neck, and inquired about Chu Yunyao.

To Chu Yunyao's children, he looked straight at them as if he had.

Thinking of this, Qin zhirou suddenly remembers the scene of Chu Yunyao running to the governor's office to find Mo Jinyu after finding her heart.

In front of her, Chu Yunyao grabs Mo Jinyu's hand....

Mo Jinyu, who knew her son, was happy.

The more Qin zhirou thinks about it, the more frightened she is. His silly son doesn't think about himself at all. Does he want to raise his son for others and make wedding clothes for others?