Chapter 447

Later, Mo Han would not accept the things he sent back, and let her handle them by herself. She knew that Mo Han was not polite to him. He would make money, but he was more willing to give it to her. Thinking about it, she changed them into money and put them into the card Mo Han gave to buy vegetables.

After that day, because of Mo Han's good performance, his parents gradually accepted him and talked about him more and more.

"Joel, you see, Mohan went to your father and I to buy it."

"Joel, you're busy every day. Are you busier than Mohan? He can remember the time of your father's reexamination, and it's a relationship between trust and running up and down. How about you? Fortunately, my son-in-law is good. Neither you nor your brother can be relied on. "

"Joel, this is stewed for Mohan. I think he has lost weight recently."

"Joel, don't direct Mohan to do things. He's too tired to do his own work..."

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In short, her status in the wood family began to decline, but she was very happy.

It was two months later that I saw Mrs. Mo again.

On this day, she just got off the bus after work. In a luxury car by the side of the road, a fashionable woman came down, wearing sunglasses, so that she stood in front of Muqiao for a long time before she recognized her.

Frown: "what's the matter?"

Since the last time after that, Muqiao to this Mo lady is no good feeling, if not Mo Han's mother, she will not pay attention to.

The man's head was lifted back, "go to the car and say."

Muqiao didn't want to go, but her dress was too ostentatious, so she had to compromise.

After the door was closed, the woman took off her sunglasses from her eyes. Then she saw that her eyes were red and swollen. It looked like she had been crying for a long time.

"Are you ok?" she asked after thinking

Mrs. Mo looked ahead for a while and then said, "Muqiao, as long as you can persuade Mo han to attend his father's funeral tomorrow, I will allow you to be together."

Obviously, such a reason makes Muqiao feel funny.

Just a funeral? She suddenly looked up at Mrs. Mo, "he Is he dead? "

But when they talked on the phone in the afternoon, they didn't recognize any difference from Mo Han?

He didn't mention such an important thing to himself.

Mrs. Mo snorted coldly, then she turned her eyes to Muqiao, "as his wife, do you think you are so qualified?"

"do you admit that I am his wife?" She countered.

I didn't expect that I brought her to the pit. Mrs. Mo's face couldn't hang up, and her eyes were impatient. "Anyway, if you want to be with him, you can persuade him to come on time tomorrow."

Muqiao couldn't stand her tone and pursed her lips. "What he didn't want to do, I don't want to force him. I'm sorry, I can't help you." Finish saying, pull open a door, get off, the head also didn't return of walked toward the community inside.

She can imagine the appearance of Mrs. Mo's jumping feet, but she also has dignity. She doesn't care if she's not a cat or a dog. Whether they want to admit his daughter-in-law or not, she just needs to admit it.

Besides, she didn't want to be wronged by Mo Han.

Mo Han didn't come back until more than nine o'clock in the evening. After she coaxed Mu Xiaoyou to sleep, she went to have a look.

Just saw him open the door, heard the sound of the door, he turned, looked at her, eyes smile, also tired, she came forward, from behind his waist, want to say something, but finally just said: "don't be too tired, I'm very good."

The corner of the man's mouth rises, "it's easy to raise."

After entering the room, Muqiao asked Mo Han, "do you want to cook some dumplings for you? My mother made them today."

Mo Han got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen. "You go to wash it. I'll do it myself. You're tired all day."

Then, Muqiao watched Mo Han wash the pot, boil the water and make dumplings skillfully.

Gray texture of the shirt, cuffs rolled to the elbow, collar untied two buttons, handsome appearance, more than a few grounded affinity, such Mohan, let Muqiao some intoxication.

men seem to enjoy the feeling of women's infatuation. The tired heart is gradually moving up, and boiling dumplings are empty. He takes over the unprepared wooden Joe and lowers his head and kisses up until there is a bubble coming out of the pot.

It's just two people.

"This is for you." Muqiao put one of them in front of Mohan.

Muqiao wants to say no, but this is the dumpling cooked by Mo Han. She can't bear to refuse. She takes it up and puts it into her stomach.

"Mom made it delicious." After eating two, Mo Han praised.

"Let mom pack more next time."

"No, it's too hard."

"If she knows you like it, she won't be tired at all." My mother-in-law is more and more agreeable to my son-in-law. Now Mo Han's position in their eyes is higher than that of herself.

There is a smile in Mo Han's eyes, but he doesn't speak.

Muqiao always felt that today's Mohan was a little depressed. She thought about coming to see Mrs. Mohan before. She said, "Mohan, he's dead, isn't he?"In fact, this ending is completely beyond their expectation, a man who is invincible, only force is to figure, actually left the world quietly.

Mohan's chewing movement changed. He looked at Muqiao and said, "how do you know?"

"Grandma Xiaoyou came to see me. Let me advise you to attend the funeral tomorrow." She thinks that both of them are like this, and it's too strange to call you mom, but she can't call you mom.

The man put the whole dumpling into his mouth. It's a man's way of eating. When he arrived at Mohan, Leng was very elegant.

"What do you think?"

"Naturally, I support any decision you make."

Mo Han lowered his head until more than a dozen dumplings were all in his stomach. Then he said, "No

"Good." Muqiao said, and stood up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

The man held her hand and said, "I'll do it."

Wood Joe "ah" a, inconceivable ground looks at Mo Han, "can you wash?"

Muqiao taught Mo Han how to cook dumplings. After watching it once, he did it very well.

Mo Han gave her a white look.

The next day, Mohan didn't go. Muqiao didn't say much.

She didn't tell Mo Han what Mrs. Mo said. She didn't want to put any pressure on him.

Because it was a rest, she took Mu Xiaoyou to learn painting in his home. After eating, Mo Han went to the study.

Until about three in the afternoon.

She heard Mohan's cell phone ring a few times.

After a while, Mohan rushed out of the room.

"What's the matter?" Asked Muqiao.

"Mom's been arrested. I have to go back to Mo's house."

The pen in Muqiao's hand poked at the outline that muxiaoyou had just drawn.

"Take a taxi. Don't drive." She told Mo han to change shoes, but didn't ask why Mo Han was arrested.

But she never thought, goodbye Mohan, but in the detention house, the reason is, Mohan killed people, killed his father.

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