The woman with a shawl and noble breath in front of her is Li Beichen's mother?
Inexplicably nervous, Yuxuan clenched his hands unnaturally, with too much strength, and the palm was pinched by himself, full of marks.
Take a deep breath, straighten your back, try your best to walk towards her with the noble attitude that a rich family should have.
"Good aunt."
Mo Shuya is over 50 years old, but she is well maintained. Her eyebrows are vaguely beautiful when she was young. Her retro cheongsam sets off her beautiful figure incisively and vividly, and her temperament is noble, showing the classical beauty of Oriental people.
Worthy of being a member of the Li family.
"Good." Mo Shuya took Yuxuan's hand, and her vision slowly fell on her wide sick clothes, beautiful and slightly frowned. Then she inadvertently took it back and led Yuxuan to the living room with a smile.
Of course she knows that Shi Yuxuan still has a high fever.
She also knew how bad it was for her to pick her up from the hospital on a rainy night.
In case of another cold.
However, if she didn't do it ruthlessly, how could her own son, Li Beichen, come to see her.
She knew that he hated her for more than twenty years.
Thinking of this, moshuya only felt the pain in her heart, and the sadness accumulated in her chest for more than 20 years surged.
A thin sweat came from his forehead, and his beautiful face barely smiled.
Mo Shuya lowered her eyes and gently ordered the servant, "bring the white porridge I just cooked."
"Yes, madam."
The porridge she cooked? Li Beichen's mother cooks for her in person!
Yuxuan only felt flattered and sorry. He thanked again and again, "aunt, you don't have to be so polite."
"Aunt“ Mo Shuya gracefully stroked the broken hair hanging in her ear and said with a dignified and noble smile, "in another month, you will marry Beichen. It's time to change your mouth. I also heard that you moved to the capital of Huadu a few days ago, so you shouldn't see me. "
Between the lines, Mo Shuya already knows that she and he 'live together'?
Inexplicably, Yuxuan's face turned red.
What and where is this.
Blushing and at a loss, he shyly took the white porridge brought up by the servant and took a light sip. Just as I was about to change the subject, I heard the sound of the engine stopping at the door.
"Beichen, he......" Mo Shuya's expression was much softer in an instant. The wonderful engine sound made her look very happy and said in a low voice, "come, finally come."
The bright and dazzling crystal lamp shines brightly on the marble, respectfully, as if waiting for the gods.
In a trance, the quiet light was broken by a tall and majestic shadow.
He came unhurried. The sound of leather shoes sounded like a deep and steady step on people's heart, and the shadow of knife like straightness and elegance gradually emerged. The housekeepers who accompanied him seemed to be a little shorter. They obviously led him in, but it seemed that he was the master of this luxurious villa, and the aura was deterred from a distance.
Li Beichen?
Feeling his breath, Yuxuan flustered down the white porridge in his hand and stretched his strong back very straight in the cold atmosphere.
Timidly raised his eyes, where his eyes could reach——
The man's slender five fingers were obliquely inserted into the trousers pocket of his suit, and his sharp eyes gouged it out. At this moment, a cold light burst out and shot it like a knife. Seeing the gaunt woman on the sofa, she eased a little, and even her pace slowed down.
Mo Shuya smiled gently, and her eyes even glittered with crystal tears. She was so excited that she didn't know what to do, "Beichen, you're here..."
The man's deep eyes lightly stared at the woman and interrupted her: "I'll pick up my wife of Li Beichen and go now."
In a flash, the atmosphere in the living room was tight and stiff.
"Won't you stay a little longer?" Mo Shuya's face was ugly and pale.