C37

Chapter 37 - Home

The next day.

Mo Yu Courtyard.

The domineering Bugatti Vilon entered the courtyard and stopped in front of the villa.

"Motoc, we have arrived." Gu Zi An unbuckled his seat belt, jumped off the car, and respectfully opened the car door to remind his.

Mo Yi Qing slowly opened his eyes. Jun Yan was a little tired, his long fingers pinching his forehead lightly.

Last night, after a videoconference, he'd come back to her room by chance.

In the end, he saw Jing Xiao Can leaning on the door of the bathroom.

Seeing that, Mo Yi Qing was immediately enraged.

He directly carried her to the toilet without saying anything further. Afterwards, he simply laid on the sofa for the whole night before leaving in the early hours of the morning.

Mo Yi Qing got off the car, stood by the side and fixed his sleeves, while sizing up the villa in front of him, and meditating at the same time.

The only person who could affect his heart was the old man.

"Yiqing, you're back. Come in quickly." Mo Yuan Kun, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, welcomed him happily when she saw him.

"... "Yes." Gu Zi An's face was filled with surprise as he nodded.

After giving his orders, Mo Yi Qing turned his body coldly to the side, walked past Mo Yuan Kun who was already in front of him, and strode into the villa's hall with a tall and straight body.

This scene just so happened to fall into the eyes of Leng Qiu Hua, who was standing in front of the French window on the second floor.

Leng Qiu Hua's chestnut colored curly hair was pulled behind her head, and her hollowed-out, tight, dark blue long skirt wrapped around her protruding front and back body. Even though she was over a hundred years old, she still had an enchanting look.

And due to the fine makeup on her face being well maintained, she looked no less than ten years younger than her actual age.

Seeing her husband with a hot face and a cold butt, she smirked and said, "Trash, you're just a slut's illegitimate child. It's as if you've seen a treasure."

She withdrew her gaze, walked to the dressing table, and carefully fixed her hair. When she was satisfied, she twisted her waist and quickly left the room.

In the lobby of the first floor.

When Mo Yi Qing walked in, he saw the scene before his eyes, and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Old Mo Zhaohe sat on the sofa, holding a chess piece as he puffed at the chessboard while grumbling, "Little girl, you actually dare to bully my old man. Watch how I slaughter you."

"Haha, grandpa lost again, so what if I lost? This baby swears that I will never play chess with you again. Wuuuuuuu, I can't hurt you, I really can't … …" "Ahhh!"

Mo Zi Fei laughed complacently as she raised her hands and jumped off the sofa. She then laughed loudly and grimaced at the old man, and unknowingly, she shifted her gaze sideways, noticing the tall figure standing not far away. She exclaimed in shock as she covered her mouth with a face full of astonishment.

The old man's anger had not yet subsided as he looked over to see who it was. The chess piece fell to the ground and rolled under the sofa with a crisp sound.

"Brother Yi Qing!" Coming back to his senses, Mo Zi Fei ran over happily.

Looking at the flying little girl, Mo Yi Qing smiled dotingly, extended his arms, stepped forward, and caught the flying little figure.

"Wakaka, Brother Yuqing, is it really you? Am I dreaming? " Mo Zi Fei hugged his neck, and hung on his body like an octopus, excited little face leaned over and fiercely kissed his cheeks a few times.

After not seeing her for three years, the little girl from before had now become a little beauty.

Facing the little sister who had a face full of worship and mischievous, Mo Yi Qing pretended to frown at her. "Little girl, did you brush your teeth? It made me drool all over. "

As soon as they met, he had already exposed her. Mo Zi Fei kissed him on the cheek again, and smiled slyly: "You didn't brush your teeth, and purposely disgusted you."

"Cough, cough, cough..." The old man couldn't bear to be ignored anymore. He was pleasantly surprised, but his face was stiff as he coughed loudly as a reminder.

Hearing the old man's dissatisfaction, Mo Yi Qing put down his little sister and respectfully walked in front of the old man.

The old man suddenly stood up and stretched a trembling hand towards Mo Yi Qing's face. Before he could touch Mo Yi Qing's face, his body swayed and then fell back onto the sofa, "... "You."

The old man was so excited that he couldn't speak for a long time. His hand that was frozen in mid-air was shaking.

Mo Yi Qing had a solemn face and knelt on the ground. He grabbed onto his hands and placed them on his face, then said with a trembling voice, "Grandfather, it's me … I'm back. "

"Alright... "Fine, fine. As long as you're back. Have you recovered?" The old man's bright eyes immediately became misty as they looked him up and down with concern.

"It's all right, it's all right." Mo Yi Qing nodded, a look of guilt flashing past his eyes.

Three years ago, he was heavily injured and left without saying a word.

Later on, in order to find out the truth behind the matter and uncover the mastermind behind it, he had no choice but to deliberately release the fake news of him being in critical danger.

The old tutor had doted on him the most since he was young, so he would definitely be worried and unable to eat or sleep in peace.

Looking at the old man's wrinkled face, Mo Yi Qing was about to kneel down and kowtow a few times.

Unexpectedly, the old man's heart ached as he purposefully scolded with a straight face, "Smelly brat, hurry up and get up. Accompany me back to my room to play chess." As he said that, he glared at Mo Zi Fei who was standing at the side, "It's great that you're back, later on, help me teach this little girl a lesson, she was so angered to death just now."

"Aiyo, I'm back." Leng Qiu Hua who had been hiding at the corner of the stairs and eavesdropping for a long time, walked down the stairs with a high profile, feigning pleasant surprise as he walked forward hypocritically.

"Yes." Mo Yi Qing stood up and replied indifferently, he supported the old man and turned to go upstairs.

Mo Zi Fei followed closely behind her as she continuously tried to defend herself, afraid that Mo Yi Qing would believe the old man's words and distance himself from her, "Brother Yi Qing, ever since you left, I have always been accompanying Grandfather in playing chess to make him happy. Grandfather wronged me, you can't listen to Grandfather's words."

"Zi Fei, come here. I have something to ask you." Leng Qiu Hua who was left alone on the side glared at Mo Yi Qing's back. He had lost face, and could only vent his anger at his daughter.

Mo Zi Fei stopped and sat back on the sofa with an aggrieved look on her face.

Mo Yuan Kun walked into the hall and saw the mother and daughter pair staring at each other. Mo Yuan Kun said irritably to Leng Qiu Hua: "Hurry up and call Shao Yang to bring him back.

"What happened to him when he came back? Is there a need to make such a fuss? It's best not to bother Shao Yang with such a small matter, honestly. " Leng Qiu Hua snorted disdainfully, then turned and went upstairs.

Having been ignored by Mo Yi Qing just now, Mo Yuan Kun had already been fuming with anger a long time ago. Before his anger had even dissipated, he was kicked over the seat by his side in anger by his wife again, and his face darkened, "Shut up! Look at you, do you even have the slightest bit of an elder? "

Hearing this, Leng Qiu Hua, who had walked to the middle of the stairs, stopped in her tracks, her face filled with contempt. "This illegitimate child, when did you ever take me seriously? She went upstairs without looking back.

Mo Zi Fei pulled up the chair at the side, carefully walked to Mo Yuan Kun's side, and comforted him: "Father, calm down, Big Brother Qing just entered the house. Don't make noise, it's not good for him to hear."