Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

On the way to pick up Mo Fengying to Chen's yard, Chen Wenhao had already told them in detail about the old man's symptoms, and Mo Fengying already had a preliminary understanding of Chen Wenhao's illness.

When they arrived at Chen's house, Chen Anan poured a cup of tea for both Mo Fengying and Mo Suifeng.

Mo Fengying sat at the table, spent a few minutes drinking a cup of tea, and then washed her hands before getting up and led by Chen Wenhao to Mr. Chen's room.

When Mr. Chen saw that the person who came to treat him was a little girl, the light in his eyes dimmed. Obviously, the old man cannot trust this little girl.

Mo Fengyingpin read the content in the old man's eyes. She didn't care. Instead, she smiled slightly and said to the old man in a voice full of soothing power: "Mr. Chen, just rest and don't worry about me."

After making a statement, he really closed his eyes and followed Mo Fengying.

Mo Fengying raised her hand to make a statement and felt her pulse for a moment.

During the process, Mo Fengying's expression remained calm, and her calm look made Chen Wenhao feel at ease.

Mo Fengying lifted one of Shuu's legs and pressed it. She felt the pleasure and opened her eyes to glance at Mo Fengying. Seeing her pressing his leg, he remained silent while making the statement.

"There is still feeling in the legs." Mo Fengying held down the calf she was talking about and asked, "If you feel any pain, please let me know."

The statement gave a dubious hum.

Mo Fengying pressed the Zusanli acupuncture point that she stated. It seemed like a light press, but in fact it had deep internal power. After making a statement on the spot, Mo Fengying glanced at him, let go of that position, and pressed the Zhongdu point again.

This time, the statement screamed louder.

Mo Fengying pressed several acupuncture points on his arm again, and got the reaction of the statement, and then she put down the body of the statement. Standing up, Mo Fengying said to Chen Wenhao: "The problem is not big. It was discovered in time without delay, and it can be treated."

Hearing this, Chen Wenhao's face lit up with joy, and Zhu Shu secretly opened his eyes and looked at Mo Fengying seriously.

Mo Fengying immediately took out her acupuncture equipment.

It was a light green acupuncture bag. Every needle in the bag had been sterilized, and a thin sterile film was attached to the needles. Chen Wenhao brought a small stool to Mo Fengying, and Mo Fengying asked Chen Wenhao to help Chen strip naked and perform acupuncture on him himself.

During the process, everyone except Chen Wenhao was blocked.

When Song Ci walked out, she turned back and glanced at Mo Fengying, and saw Mo Fengying inserting the long and thin needle straight into the Liangqiu point where she stated. When Song Ci saw the silver needle, his scalp went numb.

She followed Han Zhan languidly, walked out of the house, and went to the small courtyard outside the door to sit quietly.

The sun was relatively warm, so Song Ci took off his down jacket and sat on the stone bench wearing only a pink blue sweater.

Chen Anan brought them a pot of wolfberry tea. She laughed at Han Zhan and said, "I remember you loved drinking wolfberry tea. It's the same hobby as your Grandpa Chen. How can you like drinking this at such a young age?"

Before Han Zhan could say anything, Song Ci and Chen Anan laughed at Han Zhan, "When people reach middle age, they can't help themselves, so they soak wolfberries in a thermos cup."

Chen Anan laughed out loud, caught Song Ci's suggestion, and said, "Wolfberries are hard to withstand the passage of time, and angelica must be added to them."

It was rare to meet someone of the same kind. Song Ci became interested and added another sentence: "Angelica can't withstand the sword of time, ginseng and deer antler are paired with braised pork."

Chen Anan: "Ginseng and deer antler don't matter if you are full, you still need kidneys and kidney treasure."

"The kidneys and kidneys cannot be cured well. If you have nothing to do, don't run to the club." When saying this, Song Ci did not forget to look at Han Zhan meaningfully.

Han Zhan: "."

Han Zhan is very innocent.

Before he met Song Ci, Han Zhan was occasionally invited to the club to discuss matters. He would avoid it if he could, but he couldn't avoid it. Even if he went, he would never act recklessly. After meeting Song Ci, Han Zhan never even went to a KTV except for dinner parties and formal cocktail parties.

He is so innocent!

There were other guests at home. Chen Anan went to greet other guests, and Han Zhan poured a cup of tea for Song Ci. "Come on, have a taste. Aunt An An always makes tea for Grandpa Chen. Her tea making skills are much better than yours."

Song Ci took the cup and took a sip.

It's also wolfberry tea, but Chen An'an's brew is indeed better tasting, with a slight sweetness. Song Ci put down the tea cup and said with a half-smiling expression, "Brother Han should drink more wolfberry tea to treat kidney deficiency."

Han Zhan leaned close to Song Ci's ear and said in a pornographic tone, "Who is to blame for my kidney failure? Isn't it all your fault?"

Song Ci's ears were slightly red.

She held her ears with both hands and rested her elbows on the table, telling Han Zhan: "I saw that Miss Mo's taking out acupuncture, and my whole body became numb."

"Afraid of needles?"

Song Ci narrowed her eyes and asked Han Zhan pretending to be dignified: "I'm afraid of needles. Are you trying to laugh at me?"

Han Zhan shook his head hurriedly, "No way. If you are afraid of needles, there should be no needles in our house in the future."

Song Ci felt sweet in her heart. She told Han Zhan: "When I was a child, I was not in good health and was very weak. My father always gave me acupuncture and made me drink Chinese medicine."

"Do you know why Song Fei loves me so much? It's because I have been weak since I was a child and almost died several times. It was my father who raised me up with his own skills and medicine."

Song Ci was very delicate when she was a child, and she became a medicine jar in winter. "When I was four years old, I learned piano under a teacher. Every winter, I kept coughing. Didn't the teacher have a fireplace in his house? It was all made for me."

Later, the decoration style of Shen Yubei's house was changed, but the fireplace was still kept.

"But when I was seven or eight years old, my condition got much better and I rarely got sick again." When she was a child, Song Ci was shorter than Song Fei. Later, during her adolescence, Song Ci grew up rapidly and even exceeded 1.7 meters.

When Han Zhan heard Song Ci talk about her childhood for the first time, he couldn't help but ask: "What disease are you suffering from?"

"When my mother was pregnant with us, she was older and the fetal image was unstable. My father himself is a doctor. Once he checked the pulse and found that the joy pulse was weakened, so he took my mother to a major hospital in the capital for a check-up. The results of the prenatal check-up were very bad. It was said that our sisters were growing very slowly in the belly, and my mother was too weak to be pregnant. The doctor suggested that my mother undergo an operation and have us aborted."

"But my mother couldn't let it go, and neither did my father. After returning home, my father developed a fetus-preserving medicine on his own, which saved us. When my mother was pregnant with us, she drank the medicine every day."

In Jiang Shiyu's belly, Song Fei was more competitive than Song Ci and was willing to grow, not only in terms of brains but also in height. When she was born, it was said that Song Ci was like a little mouse, very thin and thin. Many people thought that Song Ci would not grow up.

"As for acupuncture, my father would do it for me every winter." For Song Ci as a child, acupuncture was a daily routine and she had to do it every day before going to bed.

When Song Ci saw the needle, he would subconsciously feel conflicted.

Han Zhan took Song Ci's hand, rubbed it in his palm, and said with a smile: "I didn't realize it, but our Ci treasure was a poor little morning glory when she was a child."

I just don’t understand why a fragile and bully little morning glory turns into a thorny rose when it grows up.

Mo Fengying stayed in the room for an hour and a half before finishing the acupuncture.

The old man stated that he was so tired that he fell asleep, and Mo Fengying was also very tired.

Chen Anan made hot tea for Mo Fengying. After Mo Fengying washed her hands, she drank tea and said to Chen Wenhao and his siblings: "After a week of continuous acupuncture, the old man will be able to regain his mobility. During this time, I will live On Shun Chen’s side.”

"During this period, I will also give you a prescription. You can boil the medicine according to the prescription and give it to the old man. After two months, I will take the old man for a check-up. If the blood clot in the brain has not dispersed, you still need to consider surgery."

"Okay, excuse me, Miss Mo." Chen Wenhao and his brother asked Mo Fengying to stay for lunch, but Mo Fengying refused, "Let's just skip lunch. I'm a little tired and have to go back to rest. This time tomorrow , I will come again.”

"Then I'll take Miss Mo back."

Chen Wenhao was about to see her off, but Han Zhan said: "Song Ci and I are also staying in that hotel, and we are just on our way. Miss Mo, let me see you there."

"That's fine."

Song Ci and Han Zhan sat in the front, while Mo Fengying and Mo Suifeng sat in the back.

In the car, Mo Fengying had been dozing with her eyes closed. She didn't know whether she was resting or really asleep.

Song Ci secretly observed Mo Fengying from the rearview mirror.

This girl should be younger than her. Maybe Song Fei will meet her during this Mo family's assessment. Song Fei studies viruses and does not have a deep understanding of traditional Chinese medicine. He doesn’t know which round he can enter.

Before the assessment even started, Song Ci was a little worried about Song Fei.

The car stopped at the door of the hotel, Mo Suifeng thanked Han Zhan, and then gently woke up Mo Fengying. "Miss, we've arrived at the hotel."

Mo Fengying tightened her cloak tightly, and Mo Suifeng got out of the car.

Han Zhan handed the car keys to the parking boy, and the four of them walked into the hotel lobby together.

Song Ci and Han Zhan lived on the 21st floor, while Mo Fengying and Mo Suifeng's rooms were on the 18th floor. When they arrived at the elevator, Mo Fengying raised her head and said goodbye to Song Ci and Han Zhan. "Thank you, Mr. Han, Mrs. Han. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The elevator door opened, and Mo Fengying walked out.

Looking at Mo Fengying's slender and frail back, Song Ci said: "I always feel that Mo Fengying's tired look is a bit strange."

"How to say?"

Song Ci said: "Although complicated acupuncture does consume energy, it is not so tiring. This Miss Mo may not be in good health."

"It's obvious." Han Zhan stretched out his hand and gestured in the air, and said, "Her legs are probably just a little thick. Can a normal person be that thin?"

Hearing this, Song Ci looked at Han Zhan meaningfully, leaving Han Zhan confused. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Ci said: "Why are you staring at this girl's legs?"

Han Zhan thought Song Ci was jealous, and was about to explain, but Song Ci said something else: "Old pervert! Take a peek at the little girl's legs!"

Han Zhan couldn't laugh or cry.

When they reached the 21st floor, they walked out of the elevator in silence and walked side by side to the door of the room. Song Ci took out the room card from her bag, and as soon as she opened the door, Han Zhan pushed her against the wall and touched her legs.

Song Ci was a little flattered, "Is it so intense?"

Han Zhan pinched Song Ci's leg and said, "Old perverts never peek at little girls' legs. Old perverts do it directly."

Song Ci held back her laughter and tried to push Han Zhan away.

But didn't push away.

Knowing that his body could be cured, Han Zhan's worries dissipated and he was in a good mood. In addition, the hotel environment was also good. Han Zhan got interested, so he threw Song Ci on the bed and got on top of him.

He bit her, kissed her, and deliberately tickled her.

Song Ci felt itchy and couldn't help but hide. She laughed for a while, then cried, and ended up sweating profusely.

Lying on the bed, Song Ci opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. She said, "I'm so tired." None of them had lunch.

Han Zhan: "Get up, I'll take you to dinner."

"Can't get up."

"Then shall I carry you down?"

"Call food delivery."

Han Zhan said: "That's okay."

Han Zhan picked up the menu and started choosing dishes, but Song Ci turned over and fell asleep.

Downstairs, Mo Fengying sat on the sofa with a tired face and kept rubbing her temples. Seeing this, Mo Suifeng quickly made her a cup of soothing tea.

Mo Fengying held the tea and drank it in small sips. Mo Suifeng stood behind Mo Fengying's chair and patiently massaged her temples. "How are you feeling mentally, young lady?"

"Very sleepy."

"Then why don't you take a rest?"

"That's fine."

Song Ci guessed correctly, Mo Fengying was indeed sick.

Mo Suifeng added: "It's better to eat first and then rest. I've already ordered the food delivery service. It'll be ready in ten minutes."

"also may."

Mo Fengying took out the acupuncture kit and said to Mo Suifeng: "Disinfect the poison for me."

"good."

Mo Suifeng took out a small spray bottle, which was filled with Mo's homemade medical disinfectant. Mo Suifeng poured the disinfectant on the needle and wiped it carefully with a white cloth.

As soon as the disinfection work was completed, the waiter brought the food.

After eating, Mo Fengying was really sleepy. She took off her coat and lay on the bed, Mo Suifeng covered her with a quilt. Mo Fengying was about to sleep when suddenly she opened her eyes again, with some surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Did you smell it?" Mo Fengying asked Mo Suifeng.

Mo Suifeng asked subconsciously: "What?"

"I can smell that smell from Grandma Yao again."

Not only is Mo Fengying highly talented in medicine, her sense of smell for every Chinese medicinal material is also higher than ordinary people.

Among the Mo people, powerful doctors can identify medicinal materials by smell. Some medicinal materials are odorless to ordinary people, but in Mo Fengying's noses, those medicinal materials have their own smell.

The Yao Granny in the clan is the medicine man. Clan members of Mo Suifeng's level can also smell Yao Granny's scent. To their sense of smell, the smell of Yao Granny was very light. But in Mo Fengying's sense of smell, Granny Yao is a top-notch person whose whole body exudes a strong medicinal fragrance.

Mo Suifeng never doubted Mo Fengying's ability and sense of smell. He said, "Could someone be boiling Chinese medicine?"

Mo Fengying shook her head, "The smell is wrong. The smell of traditional Chinese medicine and the medicinal person are actually different." The medicinal fragrance of the medicinal person has the smell of human beings.

Mo Fengying sat up from the bed and walked to the window. The windows in the high-rise building are fixed, with only two tiny windshields.

Mo Fengying stood under the glass. She raised her head and sniffed the fragrance vigorously, feeling that her tired spirit was lifted. Such a pure medicinal fragrance is really attractive!

Suddenly, the medicinal scent disappeared.

Mo Fengying was a little irritable. She sat back on the bed and said to Mo Suifeng: "Go and check who has checked into this hotel today."

But Mo Suifeng shook his head and said, "No, other hotels can check it, but not the Jetta Hotel. The Jetta Hotel upgraded their system last year and it is very difficult to break into."

Han Zhan paid a high price to hire Song Fei as a consultant in the engineering department.

For the privacy and security of his customers, Han Zhan specifically asked Song Fei to upgrade his company's system last year. Anyone who wants to invade Zeus International's firewall must first go through Song Fei.

Mo Fengying was a little discouraged.

She secretly made a decision that when she returned this time, she would tell her father the news about the emergence of a medicine man from the outside world. By then, the Mo family will surely search the country for the whereabouts of the medicine man.

Naturally, the best medicinal materials cannot be left outside.

Upstairs, Han Zhan closed the window and turned around to ask Song Ci: "Is it still cold?"

Song Ci threw a piece of bacon into her mouth and said, "It's better, the wind makes me have a headache." After giving birth, Song Ci was a little afraid of the wind, and the cold wind made the back of her head feel cold.

"Eat quickly and then sleep for a while. We can't be late for the six o'clock flight."

"good."

Song Ci wanted to sleep after eating. Before going to bed, she stroked her belly with her hand and said, "I feel so guilty after eating." Han Zhan, if I gain weight, it will be your fault."

"You're getting fat. I'll help you lose weight, okay?"

Song Ci: "Okay."

When Song Ci woke up, Han Zhan was already dressed, packed his luggage, and bought new toys for the children. Song Ci asked him while putting on makeup: "You didn't sleep?"

"without."

"Thanks a lot."

Han Zhan packed the toys in a big bag. He stared at the toys and said with a smile: "When I went on a business trip, all I could think about was what gift to bring you back. Now I just think about what my wife wants." Things, what toys should I buy for the cubs?"

At this point, the corners of Han Zhan's mouth suddenly turned up, and he added: "I couldn't understand Bei Zhan's practice of buying things for Han Qingshen every time he went on a business trip. He also laughed at Han Qingshen for being too clingy."

At that time, he thought to himself, since he was going on a business trip for a few days soon, and we weren't apart for a long time, was it necessary to buy something for Han Qingshen every time he went back?

Later, he got married, fell in love with Song Ci, and had children, only then could he understand Bei Zhan's approach.

Song Ci put on her makeup, and while arranging the cosmetics, she said: "You are a single who doesn't understand the happiness of a man who has a family. You are a typical sour grape when you can't eat the grapes."

Han Zhan was laughed at by Song Ci because he thought what Song Ci said made sense.

At 9:08:40 in the evening, they returned to Wangdong City.

Long Yu's car was stuck in traffic jam on the road, so Song Ci and Han Zhan sat in the waiting room and waited.

Song Ci didn't go to the toilet on the plane. As soon as she arrived in the waiting room, Song Ci handed the things to Han Zhan and ran into the toilet.

There is a sink for men and women in this restroom. When Song Ci bent down to wash his hands, he heard a female voice speaking with an accent from Sioux City in the south, saying this softly.

The general idea is: "I'll go to Yanyan's place first, and I'll go find you tomorrow morning."

"You are bad."

"I know, it won't be past nine o'clock."

Hearing the words "You're bad", Song Ci's bones almost went numb.

What a charming woman.

Song Ci curiously raised his head and glanced at the woman who answered the phone. He was so curious that what kind of charming woman could say the words 'you are bad' in such a way that it makes one's bones go weak.

When Song Ci looked up, he saw the side face of a gentle woman.

The woman stood two meters away from Song Ci, wearing a dark purple luxurious coat with a collar of real fox fur, and the fox's head could be seen on it.

The fox's eyes were replaced with gems, making it look enchanting and beautiful.

The clothes are beautiful and luxurious, but the production process is extremely bloody and cruel.

The woman had her hair tied up and fixed with a black white jade hairpin. The neck exposed under the hair was very fair. She should be a beautiful woman in her forties. She looks very charming because she is well-maintained and well-groomed.

Beautiful women at this age are very attractive. They are like completely ripe peaches, and they will be fascinated by just the smell.

Song Ci took another look at the woman's face, and for some reason, she looked familiar.

The woman left first, and Song Ci followed her out of the toilet. Back in the waiting room, Song Ci forgot about the episode. Han Zhan held her hand and said, "Long Yu's car has arrived."

"good."

Song Ci and Han Zhan walked out of the airport hand in hand and met Long Yu.

Long Yu opened the car door for Han Zhan. Han Zhan asked Song Ci to get in the car first, and he followed. Song Ci was sitting in the car and accidentally glanced outside, and saw the woman just now again.

The woman got into a Bentley, which drove into traffic and drove off.

Song Ci suddenly said: "HY001, is it Huanyan's license plate number?"

Su Huanyan rarely drives by herself, and most of the time she has a driver to pick her up when she goes out. But after the marriage, Cheng Yanmo gave her a Bentley car with the license plate number 001. At that time, Su Huanyan also posted pictures on WeChat Moments.

Song Ci was thinking while scrolling through the circle of friends.

Han Zhan said: "Yes, this license plate number was taken by Cheng Yanmo."

When Cheng Yanmo took pictures of the license plate, Han Zhan was also there. At that time, because Song Ci was about to give birth, Han Zhan planned to buy another RV so that the family could go out for fun. He and Cheng Yanmo bought the license plate number on the same day, so they were deeply impressed by Su Huanyan's license plate number.

HY001, happy face 001, is the meaning.

Seeing that Han Zhan was so sure, Song Ci simply looked through his circle of friends. She pointed to the car in front and said, "I saw Huanyan's car just now."

"Really?" When Han Zhan wanted to look, he couldn't even see the butt of the car.

"Let me ask." Song Ci dialed Su Huanyan.

Su Huanyan's child had just gone to bed when Cecilio and Cheng Yanmo, the happy friends, also went out. It was rare to be quiet at home, so Su Huanyan stayed in the study and made sketches.

Su Huanyan studied fashion design at university. When she was in Italy, her works were featured in local fashion conferences.

Su Huanyan's business ability is there, but it has been neglected for a few years. If she picks it up again, she will take many detours.

Su Huanyan has many strange concepts in her mind. She tries to draw them and find inspiration from them. The mobile phone was placed under the desk lamp. When Su Huanyan heard the phone ring, she finished tracing the last few strokes before answering the voice call.

"Song Song."

Su Huanyan put down her pen, sat on the computer chair, and controlled the universal wheel under the chair to spin in circles in the studio.

Song Ci asked: "Were you at the airport just now?"

"Me? No, I'm at home."

"Did I see it wrong?" Song Ci told Su Huanyan, "I saw your car just now. Is HY001 your license plate number?"

"That's my car." Su Huanyan explained: "My mother is coming to see me. She just arrived at the airport tonight and Yanmo had something to do and couldn't leave. I asked the driver to pick her up in my car."

"What's wrong? Have you seen my car? My mother should be here by this time."

"I may have seen your mother." Song Ci told Su Huanyan the dress and appearance of the woman in his impression. After hearing this, Su Huanyan smiled and said, "That's my mother."

Song Ci has known Su Huanyan for two years, but he has never met her mother. It is normal not to know her. But as far as Song Ci knew, Su Huanyan should be a child who grew up in a single family.

Worried that he had remembered it wrong, Song Ci asked cautiously, "Huanyan, I remember you said that your father passed away when you were only five or six years old, right?"

"Well, our three brothers and sisters were raised by my mother alone."

Su Huanyan has an older brother, Su Anzhi, and a younger brother, Su Anwen, who is six years younger than her. When her father passed away, Su's mother had just become pregnant with Su Anwen.

Hearing this, Song Ci gradually frowned.

In the bathroom before, she heard Su's mother's tone on the phone, which was obviously flirting with someone. Su Huanyan lost her father a long time ago. Could it be that Su Huanyan's mother found a boyfriend outside?

But it's normal. It's not easy for Su's mother to raise several children alone. Now that the children are older, it's understandable that she wants her own love life.

"Huanyan, has your mother found a boyfriend recently?" An instinct told Song Ci that she should tell Su Huanyan what she knew.

Su Huanyan raised her eyebrows, "I don't know." Song Ci would not ask such a question for no reason. When she mentioned it, she must have discovered something.

Su Huanyan asked Song Ci: "Song Song, did you see something?" Thinking that she specifically called her to ask about her license plate number and asked about her father, Su Huanyan immediately guessed the problem, "Did I Is there another man around mom?"

Listening to Su Huanyan's tone, it was obvious that she was also looking forward to her mother finding a second love.

Song Ci was relieved, and then told Su Huanyan: "I didn't see it, but I was in the bathroom before and saw your mother calling, saying that she was going to the hotel to meet someone tomorrow morning. That tone, we have all been married. If you’re married, you’ll know you’re talking to a man as soon as you hear it.”

Su Huanyan was a little happy, "Really?"

"Well, I don't know if I got the wrong person. Anyway, the lady I saw was wearing a dark purple fox fur coat, her hair was pulled up, and she had a black wood hosta on her head."

"I'll take a good look at my mother's dress later." After hanging up the phone, Su Huanyan thought to herself: If the person Song Song was talking about was really her mother, then she would definitely follow her mother to see her for the first time tomorrow morning. Second spring, what does it look like!

It was not easy for the mother to raise the three brothers and sisters alone. Su Huanyan always hoped that her mother would find a man she liked and start a second life, but her mother always refused, saying that she could not forget their father.

If the mother is really in love, no matter whether the other person is ugly or handsome, born rich or poor, as long as the other person's character is good and their outlook on life is correct, Su Huanyan will bless them!

Su Huanyan organized her notebook and came downstairs.

When the maid saw Su Huanyan coming downstairs, she asked her, "Madam, is your mother coming?"

"We'll be there in about forty minutes. Mother hasn't eaten yet. Please cook some vegetables."

"This is what we should do, no trouble."

The cook hurried to the kitchen to cook, and Su Huanyan also entered the kitchen, cut the fruits into plates, and arranged them into exquisite flower plates. She put a layer of plastic wrap on the surface of the fruit, and as soon as it was brought to the table, Cheng Yanmo and Cecilio came back together.

These two weirdos went out to play basketball after dinner today.

It's obvious that the two people hate each other, but they can always play together. They all love sports and are competitive when it comes to sports. Su Huanyan felt that it might be more suitable for the two of them to be together.

But Su Huanyan didn't dare to say this. If she did, she would be beaten severely by both parties.

Cheng Yanmo went to wash his hands. Cecilio saw the fruit plate on the table. While Cheng Yanmo was going to the bathroom to wash his hands, Cecilio quickly ran into the kitchen and squeezed in with the cook and Su Huanyan.

Cecilio washed his hands in the sink, but without drying them, he ran to the dining room and took the fruit plate away.

Cecilio came to the garden with the plate of fruit. As if he was afraid that Cheng Yanmo would snatch the fruit away, he ate it all in a few big mouthfuls.

The more he got around, the more he went back. He used to eat elegantly. He would not speak much while eating, and he would never use his hands if he could use a knife and fork.

But now?

In order to grab a plate of fruit from his love rival, he actually sank to such an extent!

Cecilio's cheeks were bulging with food, but his heart was sour.

When Cheng Yanmo finished washing and drying his hands and walked out, there was still his fruit on the table. At this time, Su Huanyan prepared the second plate of fruit, which was a plate of peeled kiwi fruit.

Su Huanyan stood in the kitchen and caught a glimpse of Cheng Yanmo. She said, "Yanmo, help me bring the kiwi fruit over."

Cheng Yanmo likes to eat kiwi fruit.

He walked into the kitchen, took away the kiwi fruit in both hands, and carried the kiwi fruit to the garden. Cheng Yanmo and Cecilio both stood under the street lamp, each holding a plate of fruits and eating them cleanly.

After Su Huanyan washed her hands, she used kitchen paper towels to clean the water stains on her hands. She walked out of the kitchen and passed by the dining room, feeling something was wrong.

Su Huanyan stopped, turned around, and looked towards the dining table.

Where is her fruit?

Su Huanyan shouted: "Inkstone! Leo!"

Outside the door, two men responded in unison: "In the garden!"

Su Huanyan ran over. She was wearing a pair of home shoes, cotton shoes with rabbit ears. The two pairs of rabbit ears kept shaking as he trotted.

Su Huanyan came to the garden and was a little angry when she saw the fruit plates in the hands of Cheng Yanmo and Cecilio. "Why did you eat them?"

Cecilio and Cheng Yanmo looked at each other, each feeling baffled. Cheng Yanmo held the plate and asked carefully: "Isn't this prepared for us?"

Although Cecilio didn't speak, his expression was clearly the same as Cheng Yanmo's.

Su Huanyan choked on her chest and could have been so angry that she died.

She pointed to the plate and said: "That's for my mother. My mother hasn't eaten anything all afternoon. She loves to eat kiwi fruit and dragon fruit. I cut them so well for her that she didn't even have time to take a look. , it was eaten secretly by the two of you."

When he heard that this was a fruit for his mother-in-law, Cecilio suddenly panicked. Without saying a word, he took the plate and entered the room, "I'm going to cut a new plate."

Cheng Yanmo swallowed the half of the kiwi fruit in his throat and whispered, "I'm going to peel the kiwi fruit."

There are a lot of things going on during this time, so I suggest you come back every day at 12 noon instead of brushing all the time.