Chapter 648

The Mohist villa at more than nine o'clock is quiet.

Hand in hand, two people walk gently through the green garden. Mo Jingyao reaches out and pushes open the glass door of the living room.

All of a sudden, from the living room, Mo Sen's voice came out, "Luo Wanyi, why do you want to stop Jing Yao from getting engaged to Yu se?"

"The two of them are not suitable." Luo Wanyi said in a deep voice.

"Jingyao loves her so much. I just want to hold an engagement ceremony for my two children before I go abroad. I really didn't expect that he would refuse to marry. You, the mother, don't agree. The child is very good. Now she's a working girl of Jin family. She's supported by Jin family. She's a good match for Jingyao. Why don't you agree ？”

"Merson, you've come back and forth to argue with me about it?" Luo Wanyi's voice cooled down.

"Jingyao is my son. I don't understand. Jingyao is a well-matched two children. He is not young. In two years' time, he will be at his age. When I was his age, I had him for a long time.

When he took over the Mohist group at a young age, he didn't panic at all. Did he panic when he got engaged? Isn't it just for fun? If so, let him take heart as soon as possible. There is no such help for him... "

"Well Cough... " Mo Jingyao, who has been silent for a long time, holds the metaphorical hand tightly with one hand, covers his lips with the other, and coughs low.

When he turned his head to see the metaphor, he was embarrassed, "you When did you come in? "

Yu SE's head is full of Mo Sen's words. Mo Jingyao refuses to be engaged to her. Suddenly, he feels his hand tight. Mo Jingyao holds her hand tightly.

As if afraid that she would run away from him in the next second.

With this idea, the first reaction of figurative color is really hard earned, the result is naturally not to break away.

Instead of answering Merson's question, the man said, "when did you come back?"

"Just now, Jingyao, you and Yu se..."

"Father, we will handle and arrange things for ourselves. We don't need you to worry about them."

"Well, I'm your father. Can't I worry about your marriage?" "You think I want to take care of it? It's not your age. If you don't get married, you're going to be a leftover man. You're not in a hurry, but your grandmother and I, and your mother can't be anxious? "

"Merson, I'm not in a hurry." As a result, when Merson finished saying this, Luo Wanyi sang a different tune with him and made a slap in the face.

"Well, I'm not in a hurry. You tell the old lady every day that you want to have a grandson, and you want to help your son make a test tube baby. Do you want me to call the old lady to prove it?"

When luowanyi heard Merson talk about her complaint with the old lady, her face turned black. At the same time, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became cold for several degrees.

That look, that reaction, it is clear that there is no silver 300 Liang here, it is clear that she really complained to the old lady.

Yu se can completely understand that Luo Wanyi and Mo Jingyao really refuse the engagement proposed by Mo Sen.

Suddenly, he felt a lump in his throat, but his hand couldn't break the grip of Mo Jingyao.

She took a deep breath, told herself not to be angry, must not be angry, and then forcibly suppressed the voice that almost roared out, and stood quietly beside Mo Jingyao without making a sound.

At this moment, I suddenly understood why Mo Jingyao was so good at Jin family before.

Originally, it is a guilty heart.

I'm sorry for her.

A guilty refusal to be engaged to her.

She didn't say a word and let the atmosphere in the living room become more and more strange.

Then, Mo Jingyao couldn't help but take the lead in saying, "father, mother, I and Yu se want to have breakfast together. Do you want to join us?" He directly ignored the previous topic of Merson and led his focus to breakfast.

"No, I have. I'll go first." Merson shook his head helplessly, knowing that the son did not want him to continue the topic of engagement.

"I've had it, too. I'll go to my study to read a document. Xiaose, you can eat it slowly. When you've finished, let Jingyao take you to school. Don't worry. He said he'll have a whole day with you." Luo Wanyi laughed and turned away.

Although the expression is a little unnatural, but the metaphor has been much more intimate.

The figurative color nods, but politeness is also mixed with a little alienated way: "OK, thank you, Luo Dong, excuse me."

From Luo Dong to disturb, from address to tone, it is full of alienation.

The big hand holding her hand was tighter. Then, Mo Jingyao led her into the dining room. He opened the dining chair for her and pressed her to sit down. The servant immediately brought breakfast.

It's the same again and again. Every one is exquisite. Each is a metaphor. It used to be a favorite food.

In particular, small steamed buns are very good-looking. They will drool before eating.

The first goal of the chopsticks is to make small cages. With an entrance, the delicious heart will be drunk.She ate carelessly, a pair of black grape like eyes have been staring at the food on the table, as for the man opposite, she did not look at.

She told herself that only time and food can live up to it.

One after another, the small mouth of metaphor has been bulging up. She eats happily like a small fish, and her small face seems to be tinged with a smile. From the beginning to the end, she did not question Mo Jingyao.

Or it can be said that from Mo Jingyao pulling her to the table, she did not say a word with him.

It's not that I don't want to say it, but I have no way to speak and I don't know what to say.

Many words, absolutely can't be said, one said is wrong.

That's not to say.

After eating three cages of steamed buns, porridge and small dishes, we were full of color.

Finally, she put down the chopsticks, but then looked up at the opposite side, and suddenly found that the food in front of Mo Jingyao seemed to have not moved at all, and she looked up at Mo Jingyao's eyes, burning as if to see her into his body.

Yu se only felt a lump in his heart, but the corner of his lips raised a signboard smile, "I'm ready, do you want to continue?"

Mo Jingyao's laryngeal nodule surged slightly. After a pause for two seconds, he said in a low voice, "little color, what do you want to ask me?"

Yu seqingya said with a smile, "no, I'm going to school. If you have time to send me off, if you don't have time to send me, you can drive to my apartment to get things, and then meet An'an."

"I have time." Mo Jingyao got up and put down his chopsticks. Yu se glanced at his food again, as if all the food was intact.

However, whether he ate or not had nothing to do with her.