Pregnant With the Villain Uncle’s Child

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An hour ago.

The moment Mo Yifan went upstairs and pushed open the door of Grandpa Mo's bedroom, he knew that Grandpa Mo's current situation was not as serious as what was said on the phone.

The second brother, Mo Yihe, who is always the most familiar, is standing by the bed of Grandpa Mo, and is nagging with the family doctor about the physical condition of Grandpa Mo, how to use medicine, how to feed, how to convalescence, and to do the best. The play of a big filial son.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, the Mo family around the bed looked back, and when they saw Mo Yifan coming, they looked different. Mo Yihe turned his head and continued to nag at the family doctor.

Mo Yicheng came to Mo Yifan and said kindly: "Yifan, you do n’t have to worry, Dad just got sick, nothing happened, just rest more. It ’s so late, I came from Yulong Capital of?"

Mo Yifan made a yell without sacrificing, and crossed Mo Yicheng to the bed. Mo Yizhi didn't say anything, took a step back, and saw that his son Mo Lanqing was still nailed in place, secretly pulled his elbow, and pulled him to give way.

After Mo Yifan entered the door, Mo Lanqing's eyes followed Mo Yifan closely, as if he wanted to see something from his body.

Mo Yifan ignored Mo Lanqing's sight and didn't even greet Mo Lanqing. He walked long legs to the side of the bed and saw that Mr. Mo could still lie on the pillow halfway, leaning on the head of the bed, a faint hang in the corner of his mouth 'S smile: "Dad, how are you feeling now?"

Mo Yi and Leng Heng said: "You really care about your dad, and you won't arrive at this time! Just look at our brothers and you will be sent to you."

Mo Yifan replied safely: "This is really not comparable to the second brother. I just saw the second brother's daughter-in-law downstairs. It seems that the second brother married a good wife."

Mo Yi's expression on his face was sluggish, and he naturally understood the irony in Mo Yifan's words. All his daughters-in-law arrived, but his son did not see anyone, so it was later than Mo Yifan.

When Mo saw the two talents met, they were struggling to meet each other. They were busy playing the round: "Okay, well, the capital of the Royal Dragon is far away from here. It will take longer to drive over. Dad's health is not good, we are quieter."

Mo Yihe turned around and ordered the servant to take warm water to give Mr. Mo medicine.

Mo Lanqing stood behind Mo Yifan and saw an ambiguous kiss mark on Mo Yifan's side neck. The color was still very bright, and it should be the "strawberry" that was planted soon.

Mo Lan took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly, as if he could see how Tang Xinyu's clothes were half faded and Mo Yifan was lingering in bed before Mo Yifan received the call. Sail's neck pressed her body tightly to Mo Yifan's body, leaving a seal behind his ear.

Mo Lanqing clasped his palms tightly in his trouser pockets.

He opened his eyes again and forced his eyes away from the ambiguous red mark.

Since seeing Tang Xinyu wearing a wedding dress in Australia, Mo Lanqing has a hidden evil in his heart. If he didn't know Tian Wanwan, he should be able to marry Tang Xinyu, and even with Tang Xinyu, the forces of the Lin family would all be included in his pockets, not the Tian family that is now lagging behind.

Mo Lanqing stood at the outermost edge of the crowd, and no one noticed the cloudiness of his eyes.

Mr. Mo raised his eyes wearily, went to see Mo Yifan, who was late, and said hardly, "How come you come?"

Since the last time the company rejected Mr. Mo's request at the company, Mo Yifan has never seen him again, and did not expect to meet again in this scene.

Mo Yifan's eyes fell on Mo's hand on the quilt, and he felt that Mo was extremely pitiful at this moment, and the people around him were not the ambitions of the wolf, staring at his assets.

Thinking of this, Mo Yifan couldn't help but slow down: "The maid in the old house found that you were ill and called me."

Mr. Mo coughed softly: "You still came over in the middle of the night, what did you do so much? What about Xinyu girl?"

Hearing Mo's wife mentioning his wife, Mo Yifan's coldness suddenly calmed down a little: "She was relieved when she heard the news. She had to follow along, and now she was waiting downstairs."

The old man of Mo "chiefed" a few times, and Mo Yicheng quickly took the warm veil to the hand of old man. Grandpa Mo wiped his mouth before saying: "You are all very good, don't spend it here in the middle of the night, go back home, stay here, the housekeeper will arrange. "

Mo Yifan nodded slightly, so he had to turn around to exit the crowded bedside.

Mo Yihe said with concern: "Dad, how can we be assured of going back to you like this? I think we are still guarding Dad by turns. In case there is anything, there will be no one around Dad."

Mr. Mo waved his hands tiredly: "Let's go, I know my own body. My head hurts even more when you are here."

Mo Yifan glanced at Mo Yihe: "Does the second brother feel more at ease staying next to Dad, or is he better to follow Dad's words?" Mo Yifan said while waiting for Mo Yihe to answer. Go outside the door: "I don't want to stay here to block, I will go first. Call me if you have something."

Mo Yi and finger point at Mo Yifan's back: "You ..."

Mo Yicheng quickly pressed Mo Yifan's finger to play the role of peacemaker again: "Okay, okay, dad said let us go back. We are all around here, there is no air circulation, and it is not good for dad . "

When Mo Yifan put his hand on the bedroom door handle, Grandpa Mo suddenly said, "You go back first, Yifan stays."

Mo Yifan had a footstep, and he could perceive different looks after coming to himself without looking back.

The family doctor twiddled his first-aid kit and shut his ears automatically. When the surrounding sounds did not exist, he led the housekeeper's bedroom under the leadership of the housekeeper.

When Mo Yicheng saw Mo Yihe still wanted to say something, he quickly reached out and dragged Mo Yihe out: "Let's go. Yifan, let's go down first."

Mo Yicheng passed Mo Yifan's side and whispered to him: "Yifan, my father is not in good health, please be considerate."

In Mo Yifan's eyes, there was a touch of coldness, and there was no answer, but he turned his gaze into the bedroom. Mo Yihe was too lazy to look at Mo Yifan and raised his head straight across Mo Yifan. Mo Yizhi, who spoke little, followed behind, smiled at Mo Yifan, and left.

Mo Lanqing, who finally went out, was responsible for closing the door. At the moment when the door closed, he looked through the narrowing door gap into the bedroom with only the bedside lamp on. Mo Yifan's indifferent back stood on the side of the bed , And this Chinese-style bedroom is out of place.

Hearing the sound of the fully closed door behind him, Mo Yifan looked at Mr. Mo, who was leaning on the head of the bed, without any smile: "Dad, I'm curious what you have to avoid others telling me?"

Grandpa Mo sees that his young son needs to look up to see his eyes, and there is a sense of sorrow in his heart: "Yifan, just now the family doctor told me that this time I was sick and my physical condition is already in great condition. It ’s not as good as it used to be. I have tasted and satisfied all my tastes in my life. If my life comes to an end, I have no regrets, but the only thing I ca n’t let go is Moh. ”

Grandpa Mo stopped and took a breath, looked at Mo Yifan unmoved, and sighed silently in his heart.

"Yifan, this time the Chengxi project cost Mos a lot. Fortunately, you have the vision to reach cooperation with Steen. I am old and tired. I do n’t want to investigate what is the relationship between you and Steen. I only I want to see you and Heqi support each other in the last paragraph of my walk ... "

Hearing this, Mo Yifan twitched his lips, still not saying a word.

The entire bedroom seemed to be shrouded in silence, silently accompany the old man lying on the bed.

Grandpa Mo looked up at the silent Mo Yifan, and gritted his teeth: "Among the many grandchildren, which one are you looking at the most eye-catching, let him help you more. There are not many I can do ,can only be......"

"You can only distribute the shares to the most eye-catching person?" Mo Yifan raised his eyebrows. "You have been around in such a big circle, you just want to tell me to stop joint shareholders Xiang Molanqing The act of accountability? You can rest assured that the shareholders who chased the accountability are not instigated by me. They are accountable and not within my dry scope. "

Master Mo ’s hands on the quilt tightened: “Lanqing is a good seedling. He is just inexperienced this time, not his talents. He is still young, as long as you ...”

Mo Yifan's face did not fluctuate: "No one has the obligation and responsibility to help another person's behavior. When my investment was wrong, you didn't have this kind of fatherly heart for me. I can remember that you directly treated me Exiled into Xinjiang tube mine. "

Grandpa Mo did not expect that Mo Yifan would openly turn old accounts with himself at this time.

Mo Yifan raised a trace of sarcasm: "Now Mo's career territory is broader, and I think that according to your policy of" who is responsible and who bears ", there are plenty of choices for Lanqing. Let me think about it , Inner Mongolia? Or the Middle East? "

Mr. Mo straightened his back from the head of the bed and scolded: "Why are you so cruel? He is your nephew!"

Mo Yifan responded unreservedly: "You are also my dear father!"

Master Mo's words: "..."

Mo Yifan's eyes swept randomly in the bedroom, and then he suddenly stayed on the picture frame placed on the bedside table on the other side. There were too many people around the bed just now, covering most of the furnishings in the house. This time, there is no one to stop. By the light of the bedside lamp, you can clearly see the old Mo Mo and a gentle woman in the frame.

Mo Yifan's eyes became cold in vain, and his voice softly “huh”, especially in the empty bedroom.

He strode around the end of the bed strenuously. Before Grandpa Mo rushed to stop, he grabbed the picture frame on the bedside table with one hand, spread it in the palm and repeatedly played, and squinted to the empress Mo, who was embarrassed. When I came in last time, why didn't I see this photo frame? "

Grandpa Mo opened his mouth and ran into Mo Yifan, quenching his cold eyes, and closed it froze.

Mo Yifan took out the photos in the frame slowly and sternly said: "When I received a call saying that you were about to die, I still sighed in my heart, but when I saw you sitting in bed, I was still angry At that time, I suddenly felt that I was too easy-hearted. "

As he said, he took out a photo of the two, and fingertiply stroked pitifully on the gentle smiling woman's face beside Grandpa Mo: "In order to convince me to support Mo Lanqing, you will not hesitate to use bitter schemes to create yourself The illusion of doing nothing. Why? Do you really think you are an emperor, and even come up with such ridiculous things as the minister of the auxiliary country? Now ... "

"His--"

With a crisp tear, the photo was torn from the middle into two, a serious and a gentle one, each on the half of the photo, looking at Mo Yifan.

On Mo Yifan's face, there is a rare exposed sarcasm: "Now I know how to use props. Just to play emotional cards with me? Old man, you are really living and going back!"

Grandpa Mo was anxious to get out of bed to retrieve the photo, and yelled at Mo Yifan angrily: "Good photo, what do you tear it up ?! That's the only photo I took with your mom!"

Mo Yifan shook his hand. With a clatter, the photo frame smashed on the side of Grandpa Mo's slippers, so that the foot of Grandpa Mo was about to get out of the bed and retracted.

The broken glass splashed out, lying on the floor in a scattered manner, reflecting the light of the bedside lamp and stabbing Mo Yifan's eyes.

Mo Yifan raised his eyes expressionlessly and looked at the bed: "You also know that it's my mother, your wife, but did you treat her as your wife? If you really treat her as your bright medium, marry Come back, the wife who is going to talk to each other, how could she get depressed and commit suicide when she saw you take the third brother home ?! "

Mr. Mo pressed his forehead, and his tone was full of mourning and regret: "I knew that you always hated me ..."

"Hate? How can I do this thing that costs so much energy ?!" Mo Yifan looked down at Old Mo with contempt. "In the Mo family for so many years, I was pulled out by you to be a living target for your little lover's son As a shield. I used to help her son Mo Yizhi shield the arrow, now I help her grandson Mo Lanqing shield the arrow. Do you think I do n’t know? "

Grandpa Mo didn't think of the key to this, Mo Yifan would be clear.

Mo Yifan looked at the astonishment on Master Mo ’s face, and his eyes grew colder: “Do n’t pretend to be father and son deep in love! You do n’t want to think about who was responsible for the car accident that happened to me! The result of the final investigation was an accident? In this world, as long as something happened, it will naturally leave a trace, even if this trace will be deliberately removed. "

Master Mo's pupils contracted, staring at Mo Yifan, unable to confirm for a moment whether he had actually found any evidence, or just cheated him.

Mo Yifan admired the old man's appearance as a soldier, and gave a short burst of laughter, but the smile on the surface made people go back and get a layer of goose bumps.

Mo Yifan: "You don't have to have a dream again. I can't agree to your request. I will not only agree, I will also let you see how your Mo's change your mind, you How do the successors in my mind work for me, but you are helpless. What will happen to Mo's future, you don't need to worry, you can't worry about it. Even if you die, it becomes a loess, and Mo's more with you It doesn't matter! "

Hearing Mo Yifan cursing himself unabashedly, he died as soon as he could, and a **** scent came to his throat. When Mo Yifan was about to leave again, he shouted up on the head of the bed and said, "You say one more thing!"

Mo Yifan opened the door: "Again, I have the same answer. No word will change."

Grandpa Mo saw that Mo Yifan left without looking back. He was so angry that he swept all the things on the bedside table to the floor and shouted, "Call me Lawyer Wu!"

Attorney Wu is the lawyer responsible for the distribution of the will of Lord Mo. Grandpa Mo called the lawyer Wu over night, apparently making the Mo family who were still in the living room jump together, involuntarily taking back the steps they were about to leave, and rushing upstairs.

Tang Xinyu hurried up the stairs quickly, grabbed the mottled Mo Yifan, and worried: "What's going on?"

Mo Yifan supported Tang Xinyu's arm, sliding the palm of her hand along her forearm into her palm: "Go, let's go home."

"Stop me!"

Mr. Mo supported the door frame and stood in the hallway and shouted at them.

Mo Yicheng, Mo Yihe hurried upstairs, and Mo Yifan, Ling Xian, stopped her footsteps for a while, and the narrow staircase was blocked for a while.

Mo Yicheng bitterly persuaded: "Yifan, you should know, Dad is not in good health, what are you arguing with him?"

Hearing Mo Yicheng's mantra ran out, Mo Yifan was even more impatient to spend time with them here. Holding Tang Xinyu's hand, he would dial the person in front of him down the stairs.

With the help of Mo Yihe, Grandpa Mo patted the railing heavily: "Mo Yifan! I don't speak any way, right ?! I'm not dead yet!"

Tang Xinyu wanted to turn around, Mo Yifan long arm around, holding her shoulder, not allowing her to look back.

Mo Yifan: "There are so many people here who are eager to take care of you, not the only one. I will take my wife back first and try to let you hold your grandson as soon as possible."

The people stuck at the stairway looked at each other, and some people tasted something other than Mo Yifan's words. Mo Yifan Is this saying that Grandpa Mo is going to die?

Facing Mo Yifan's condescending gaze, the person standing on the stairs leaned back on both sides and gave way. Mo Yifan took Tang Xinyu slowly down the stairs, walked out of the old house, started the car, and walked away.

Grandpa Mo trembles with anger, and can only stand reluctantly with the help of one Mo Yi on the left and one Mo Yihe on the right. He shouted to the left and right: "What are you doing standing here in a fool ?! I told you to call Lawyer Wu and you are deaf ?!"

Tang Xinyu sat in the passenger seat, looking sideways at Mo Yifan. Mo Yifan's face was calm from the moment he left Mo's old house, without any trace of ups and downs, except that the fingertips holding the steering wheel were tight.

Tang Xinyu raised his hand and held it in Mo Yifan's hand: "Let me drive, will you rest for a while?"

Mo Yifan looked forward, not speaking.

The street lights outside the window were moving backwards rapidly. Tang Xinyu could see the dim street lights projecting from the window to Mo Yifan's face, alternating light and dark, and even the atmosphere inside the car followed the gloom.

Tang Xinyu's heart was beating, and his voice softened a little: "Her husband, stop by the side, let me drive."

Mo Yifan's eyelids moved, finally receiving the signal, and hit the steering wheel to stop on the road in front of the right. Mo Yifan sat silently in the driver's seat, put his hands on the steering wheel, reached out and tried to pull out the cigarette case, but touched an empty space, only to remember that he hadn't smoked for a long time for Tang Xinyu.

Tang Xinyu overlapped his hands on Mo Yifan's hands, and inserted his fingers one by one between Mo Yifan's fingers, as if to let Mo Yifan clearly feel that he was with him.

Mo Yifan leaned on the back of the chair and wrapped Tang Xinyu's slender palm in his backhand, rubbing her forefinger, but his eyes fell far away from the car window.

Tang Xinyu did not chase and ask Mo Yifan what happened tonight, she accompanied Mo Yifan in a daze quietly and obediently. She believes that Mo Yifan will tell himself what he should tell himself when he sorts out his emotions.

The cool night breeze swept through the car window, calming the irritability in Mo Yifan's mind. He felt the temperature in his palm and suddenly asked, "Do you know my mother?"

Mo Yifan's sudden question asked Tang Xinyu. She has been acquainted with Mo Yifan's mother for dying for a long time since her marriage. But today Mo Yifan asked in this way, in connection with the dispute between him and Master Mo, Tang Xinyu suddenly felt that there might be some hidden feelings in it.

Mo Yifan pulled out a small piece of paper from the pocket of his coat, resting it on the steering wheel and smoothing it carefully.

Tang Xinyu looked at it, it should be a small half of the picture that was torn from there. The picture is an elegant woman smiling gently at the camera. There are six or seven layers similar to Mo Yifan.

Tang Xinyu thought about it, leaned over and put his chin on Mo Yifan's arm: "Is this mom?"

Mo Yifan's fingertips stroked back and forth on the torn edge of the photo and gently "um" sounded: "My mother is a continuation of Grandpa Mo. Grandpa Mo and his first wife gave birth to Mo Yicheng and Mo Yihe, After the death of the first wife, I married my mother. When my mother just gave birth to me, the father of Mo brought back 18-year-old Mo Yizhi, the product of his first love affair during his marriage to his first wife.

My mother knew this news just after she had a hard time after giving birth. Her mentality was hard to think about, and postpartum depression had always troubled her. When I was eight years old, my mother could not bear the increasing depression. After taking a large bottle of sleeping pills, she never woke up again. "

Tang Xinyu's fingertips on Mo Yifan's arm twitched slightly. This was the first time she heard Mo Yifan mention her mother. She did not expect Mo Yifan's mother to sue the world in this way.

Holding Mo Yifan's face in her hands, she kissed the corner of his lips: "You still have me ..."

Mo Yifan raised Tang Xinyu's hand and took her directly to sit on her lap, asking Tang Xinyu for a kiss like asking for healing medicine.

Tang Xinyu's back was pressed against the steering wheel, and the entire person had to cling to Mo Yifan because of space constraints. She hugged Mo Yifan's head, soothed a wounded little animal, and stroked the back of his head, letting his cool thin lips ignite around her cheeks and side neck.

Mo Yifan hugged Tang Xinyu's waist tightly, like pulling the last life-saving straw.

He floated for two lifetimes, and finally found a harbor where he could rest in peace. He buried his head in Tang Xinyu's neck, sniffing the faint fragrance of her body greedily, but felt that this scent was his best Ningshen fragrance at this time.

Mo Yifan sighed softly: "In the beginning, I didn't understand why my mother chose to end her life when I was young, complaining that she was irresponsible and not strong enough. Later Think about how my mother should have been very lucky in the past few years, and she has been hinting that she will stick to it, but it is a pity that she ... "

Tang Xinyu hugged Mo Yifan vigorously, trying to transmit the temperature of his body to him, telling him that he could become his dependence.

Tang Xinyu touched Mo Yifan's ear with his fingertips and said softly: "After the things are understood, will you take me to see my mother, please?"

Mo Yifan's heart warmed, and he, a boat drifting alone on the barren sea for a long time, finally landed in the warm harbor.

Mo Yifan grabbed Tang Xinyu's fingertips and sent them to his lips to gently hold it, and smiled: "Okay."

...

In the next few days, Mo Yifan became busier, leaving early and returning late every day. Before getting up in the morning, Mo Yifan would still tie Tang Xinyu to tie himself. Now when Tang Xinyu wakes up, Mo Yifan has already gone out to Mo Shi.

At night, Tang Xinyu had been asleep for a while, and then he felt the bed beside him gently sinking, and then a shallow kiss fell on his lips. It's a pity that Tang Xinyu was too tired to be busy with Tongfeng Technology. He wanted to open his eyes several times to see if Mo Yifan could not open.

When Mo Yifan saw Tang Xinyu's eyelids fluctuating, he immediately hugged her and gently patted her arm, coaxing her to fall asleep again.

Looking at Tang Xinyu's sweet sleep, the exhaustion that has been busy all day seems to find a way to clear it.

In the first second when Tang Xinyu woke up in the morning, she conditioned to look at the bed beside her, and was empty again, leaving only a trace of a little sleep. Tang Xinyu quickly turned over to get up, grabbed the phone from the bedside table, and glanced at the alarm clock.

Was turned off.

Needless to know, Mo Yifan must have quietly turned off the alarm behind his back in order to let himself sleep more.

Tang Xinyu knocked on Mo Yifan's pillow with some disappointment, muttering: "I haven't seen you for several days, why don't you miss me at all!"

Put on slippers, go to the bathroom to wash, I heard the sound of the mobile phone ringing in the sound of "Wala", Tang Xinyu could n’t even wipe the toothpaste foam, hurried out of the bathroom, grabbed the phone, and saw the phone screen Caller ID, disappointed, slipped open the phone, kicked the slippers and walked to the bathroom, he responded with a chuckle: "Hello ..."

Yun Xiuyao: "Xinyu Baby, what's wrong with you? I'm not happy to receive my call."

Tang Xinyu picked up his mouth cup and rinsed his mouth, denying it very carelessly: "No ... I'm brushing my teeth ..."

Yun Xiuyao heard the sound over there and did not delve into it. After all, she did n’t talk on the phone for gossip: “Did you ever hear from your home President Mo Ming mentioned Kong Ming?”

Speaking of this, Tang Xinyu couldn't help but lose: "He has been so busy lately that I haven't seen him for days."

Yun Xiuyao heard Tang Xinyu answering this question, and was busy with the alarm bell, saying: "Kong Ming hasn't been here for a while. There is no sense of presence in front of me. The phone is not answered, and the text messages are rarely answered. , Do they have so many days each month? "

Tang Xinyu suddenly laughed: "Please, can you take your imagination back a little. I don't know your home Kong Ming, but my house Yifan is definitely not the reason. Mo's is really busy recently."

"That ... heart language baby." Yun Xiuyao suddenly vomited, "I recently heard some rumours and rumors, I heard that Mo's is about to undergo a major change, and the will made by Mo's father two years ago. There have been some changes, and we certainly do n’t know the specific content, but looking at the response from all sides, it should be unfavorable to the President Mo. You should remind the President Mo to prepare. "

Tang Xinyu: "This ..."

Yun Xiuyao: "Oh, I don't need it anymore, just because of the ability of your Mo Zong, what we all know, where can he not know? I still don't talk much."

Mo's is very nervous at the moment, Tang Xinyu knows, but Mo Yifan, who has a specific will, did not advance with himself. Well, it may have no chance to mention it. Tang Xinyu watched the flow of water swirling into the drainage hole, thinking about it, decided to take the time to go to Mo Shi today.

Yun Xiuyao didn't hear the response from the mobile phone, he understood that Tang Xinyu's soul was nowhere to be found at this time, and he said with a lip: "Heart language baby, I need to care more than your home President Mo. . You ca n’t despise friends! "

Tang Xinyu smiled helplessly: "Why do you have to fight against him for jealousy every time? The two of you are friendship and the other is love. For me, it's very important, okay? Don't be so naive."

Yun Xiuyao: "Bah, who is jealous of him for fighting the wind. What's the identity of Miss Ben!"

Tang Xinyu: "I will go to Mo Shi first, and I will ask about Fan Ming by the way, to see if he is not clear."

Yun Xiuyao: "It really is a sister!"

Tang Xinyu: "But I can't guarantee that I can ask the result."

Yun Xiuyao waved with pride: "It's okay. I didn't sleep last night. I have made a difficult decision ..."

Tang Xinyu asked curiously: "What a difficult decision?"

Yun Xiuyao: "I decided to confess to Kong Ming on April Fool's Day. If his answer dissatisfies me, I will let him celebrate the Qingming Festival!"

Tang Xinyu: "..."

Tang Xinyu, crying and laughing: "You ... just be happy."

...

Tang Xinyu tried to make a bowl of tofu fish head soup under the remote guidance of Liu ’s phone. When watching the milky white soup boiling in the mortar, the caper in Tang Xinyu ’s heart was like these non-stop rolling bubbles .

But when he put it in the insulation box, Tang Xinyu hesitated again and took a few sips. I do n’t know if this taste is appropriate, because the taste buds have been numb during the continuous cooking process.

Tang Xinyu glanced at the wall clock on the wall, fearing that it was too late, he had to put it in a heat preservation box and talk on the road.

All the way to Mo Shi, staring in all directions, Tang Xinyu finally reached Mo Yifan's office door and gently opened the door.

Mo Yifan didn't lift his head, still looking down at the document. From time to time, he made several strokes on the document, taking time to squeeze the pen and tap the upper right corner of the desk: "Let's put the document, I will see it later."

Tang Xinyu teased his heart, tipped his toes, did not let the heels of high heels make a noise on the ground, walked to the desk softly, and placed the insulation box on the desk.

She watched Mo Yifan's hair spin, waiting to see when he would find herself.

When Mo Yifan thought Lin Wensen didn't say anything at all, he looked up and Tang Xinyu's successful smile teased his eyes.

Mo Yifan's corner of the mouth rose immediately, standing up and pulling Tang Xinyu over: "Why are you here? Don't say it in advance."

Tang Xinyu pretended to be dissatisfied and stretched his fingertip to poke Mo Yifan's chest: "What's wrong? What's wrong with you? I'm afraid I'll attack Chagang?"

Mo Yifan quickly raised his hand to surrender, in order to prove innocence: "Warmly welcome Mrs. Mo to check the post at any time, Mr. Mo can't ask for anything."

Tang Xinyu glanced at the time: "You are also busy for a morning, let's take a rest first. I will bring you fish head soup for your brain."

Tang Xinyu opened the zipper of the thermal insulation bag, carefully pulled out two thermal insulation boxes from the inside, put one of them in front of Mo Yifan, helped him to open the lid, and satisfactorily saw that the fish soup did not sprinkle out. A spoonful of sails urged him to sit down and drink while hot.

The fish soup was still steaming hot, apparently not long after it was out of the pot, and smelled like the main dish of a hotel that Mo Yifan often eats. Mo Yifan did not rush to drink, but put his eyes on the warm box in front of Tang Xinyu.

Compared with the delicate white soup in front of him, decorated with a few bright red citruses, Tang Xinyu's one is much darker. The soup color is a little yellow, there is no self-giving, obviously not from the same chef.

Tang Xinyu watched Mo Yifan sit still and asked him questioningly: "Why don't you drink it? No? I specifically ordered their chef to do it myself."

Mo Yifan smiled: "Let's change it."

Tang Xinyu unnaturally covered the insulation box in front of himself with his hands: "What's the best for this, it's the same."

Mo Yifan reached out to get the insulation box, so firm that he couldn't refuse: "Since you said it's all the same, why can't you change it?"

Tang Xinyu was really afraid of the two people robbing, and the soup that took her two hours to sprinkle, can only let go, watching Mo Yifan put her boiled fish soup in front of herself, and took a sip to his mouth. .

Tang Xinyu, who is not good at cooking, stared at Mo Yifan nervously, trying to judge the taste and taste of this fish head soup from his face.

By this time, if Mo Yifan didn't know whose hand this bowl of fish head soup came from, then he would be Mr. Mo in the heart. Mo Yifan frowned slightly and scooped up a spoon.

Tang Xinyu immediately stopped the spoon that Mo Yifan was about to send into his mouth to stop him: "Don't drink it if it doesn't taste good, you should drink that bowl."

Mo Yifan looked at Tang Xinyu with his head down to grab the spoon with interest, and squeezed the tip of her nose intimately: "I think this bowl is delicious, and it makes me wonder why it is so delicious. I will drink this bowl. "

Tang Xinyu looked at Mo Yifan's smile with his eyes open: "..."

Tang Xinyu: "You tease me!"

Mo Yifan was really like he said, all the fish head soup that made Tang Xinyu a bit lighter. Tang Xinyu saw the soup bowl that came to an end in a sudden, and he was relaxed and happy in his heart. After drinking the fish head soup made by the hotel's chef, Tang Xinyu has a mysterious confidence, and the soup made by the hotel's chef is just so-so.

Tang Xinyu packed up the insulation box, and Mo Yifan's eyes had been locked on her, and he could not move away.

Tang Xinyu's cheeks were hot because of Mo Yifan's hot eyes. He picked up the car key and left. Mo Yifan hooked her wrist: "Stay, stay with me, eh?"

Tang Xinyu Zhenzhen has a word: "No, the company has something to do, I can't miss the country because of the beauty."

It is true that Mo Yifan, who had not been able to get close to his wife for several days, had no choice but to let go of Tang Xinyu, like an abandoned puppy, staring at Tang Xinyu.

Tang Xinyu, who had just walked to the door of the office, suddenly turned around and walked back, and Mo Yifan's dim eyes suddenly turned on again.

Mo Yifan thought triumphantly, his wife Mr. Mo still loved him more, don't you think he can't bear him, come back to accompany him again?

Tang Xinyu asked: "Right, Xiu Yao asked me to ask you, do you know where Kong Ming went recently?"

Mo Yifan being poured into a pot of cold water: "..."

Tang Xinyu saw Mo Yifan in a daze and shoved him a little: "Ask you. It wouldn't be Kong Ming doing anything bad. Are you helping him make a temporary lie?"

Mo Yifan spread his hands helplessly: "Where do I know what Kong Ming has been busy with recently, and he hasn't contacted me for a long time."

Tang Xinyu looked at Mo Yifan suspiciously: "Really?"

Mo Yifan gave a positive look: "Really."

Tang Xinyu: "Come on, I can only pray for Kong Ming, and hope he can give her a satisfactory answer when answering Xiu Yao's question. Well, I'm gone."

Mo Yifan, who looked like Tang Xinyufeng left: "..."

As soon as Tang Xinyu took the elevator downstairs and got into the car, he heard the sound of new phone messages.

Thinking that Mo Yifan sent something to himself, Tang Xinyu randomly threw the insulation bag on the passenger seat and took out his mobile phone.

"Heart language, the memories between us this time have repeatedly flashed in my mind. I don't know how to eliminate the shadow you left behind, as if trying everything I can't forget."

"I know I'm sorry for you before, I just hope you can give me a chance to remedy."

"Wan Wan's temper has become very irritable recently, and she is not as tender and considerate as before. I don't think I can give her the life she wants, so she doesn't love me anymore."

"Heart language, will we still have a chance?"

This is Mo Lanqing!

Tang Xinyu endured nausea and quickly replied: "Please do not hesitate with Tian Wanwan to grow old together for a hundred years and live forever, not to harm others."

Without waiting for the information back there, Tang Xinyu immediately blackened Mo Lanqing.

She regretted why she didn't think of pulling black dogs and men?

Tang Xinyu pondered for a moment, took down the message sent by Mo Lanqing, together with a screenshot of his reply, and forwarded it to Tian Wanwan.

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"Pappa-"

This is the sound of my own face. (T﹏T)

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