Chapter 361

Mo Beicheng swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped his lips with a napkin, and then looked up at his energetic grandfather, "I'm not going to have children."

Mr. Mo's face suddenly changed a little ugly. He put down his chopsticks and said angrily, "what's the matter?"

He used to see that Ju Yang and Huan Huan had children beside him, but Mo Beicheng's position was cold and quiet. He and Nan Qiao were quiet and quiet, and they didn't even have a sense of existence when they thought about them. He asked casually. Unexpectedly, he said, "I don't plan to have children.".

"I'm not going to have children." Mo Beicheng repeated.

He's serious. He doesn't mean any joke.

Mr. Mo naturally knows what kind of character his grandson is. Since he said it, he made a deliberate and determined decision.

Make up your mind not to have children.

His broad palm slapped heavily on the table, and the bowls on one side bounced, "asshole."

His appearance is resolute and solid, and he is tall and dignified, which usually gives people a sense of distance that is difficult to approach.

He was angry now, and his face was even more gloomy, as if the sky was cloudy before the wind and rain.

The atmosphere of the restaurant is on the verge of a fight.

Nanqiao put down his chopsticks and was about to speak. Mo Beicheng held his hand and squeezed it tightly.

He met the old man's angry eyes. His eyes were calm, firm and sonorous. He was as straight as in the army. "I'm sorry, grandfather. I'm not going to have children."

"You son of a bitch."

Mo was so angry that he picked up the bowl on the table and smashed it in the direction of Mo Beicheng. After all, it was a long distance. When he was old again, he couldn't compare with when he was young. The bowl fell down in mid air and smashed on one of the dishes. With the bowl smashed, it broke into pieces and the soup splashed everywhere.

There is no way to eat a table of dishes.

Chun min winked at the servant.

The housekeeper hurriedly took the little girl and thought that she was too scared to cry.

Mo huanpeng went up to the old man and said, "grandfather, Beicheng is still young and just married. Please let him play for a few more years. Don't have children so early."

The old man sneered and yelled: "when you were as old as him, didn't you already have a baby? Don't make excuses for him. He meant it

"When it comes to the children's affairs, I'll try to persuade them slowly. Hengli Beicheng is young, and it's not too late in a few years. Today's new year's day, grandfather, you'll be relieved. You're so angry that everyone dares not eat."

He made a wink at Mo Beicheng. He wanted to make him soft. He said a few words to give him a step. Unexpectedly, Mo Beicheng pulled Nan Qiao to stand up and said, "I'm sorry, Grandpa, it's bad for your mood today and it's not good for everyone. I'll go back first. I'll see you again after a few days

Finish saying, also don't go to see public ugliness of facial expression, pull South Qiao head also don't return of walk.

"Go away and don't come back." the old man is really angry. He has been in the officialdom all his life, and no one has ever crossed with him like this.

Did not expect to retire, the first not to give him face is his favorite little grandson.

Really should be the old saying, pet out of harm.

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Mo Beicheng pulls Nan Qiao out of the door, leaving behind the sound of scolding and broken dishes in the dining room. With his second brother, he doesn't have to worry about it.

He knew that the second brother would persuade his grandfather to deal with the mess.

He got on the bus without saying a word.

Mo Beicheng didn't drive immediately. He took a box of cigarettes out of the suitcase and went on quietly.

The smell of tobacco spread wildly in the car.

He only took a puff, worried that Nanqiao's cold was not suitable for a long time, so he put out the smoke and threw it out of the window.

Close the window.

The car quickly drove out and passed an artificial lake. The lake water was blue and black in the night. The sky was fine tonight. There was a moon. The moon was reflected in the lake water, quiet and ethereal.

All the way back to Repulse Bay.

Mo Beicheng is tightly pursed lips, holding the steering wheel without squinting.

Today's new year's Eve, the streets are cold and quiet, and there are few people, but the string of red lanterns hanging at the door of shops, trees, and street lamps make this desolation especially hot.

Nanqiao covered his hand on the shift lever, and his voice was warm and light. "Third brother, I'm sorry."

Mo Beicheng held her in his backhand and didn't speak, but he calmed Nanqiao's uneasy heart.