Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

She picked up her chopsticks, took a bite of the bland dish, and suddenly laughed.

Seeing Mo Fengying suddenly burst into laughter again, Mo Yang also laughed, "Why are you laughing again? Did you remember something funny?"

Mo Fengying nodded and told Mo Yang, "I just saw Song Ci playing the violin. My hands were itchy, so I tried it, but the result was very unpleasant."

Mo Fengying put down her chopsticks and looked towards her mother. Thinking that her mother was the only girl in the family who did not study medicine but went to university outside, Mo Fengying asked her: "Mom, do you know music?"

Mo Yang shook his head, "I don't understand this. Music also depends on talent, just like you study medicine."

"Then what major did you study before?" Mo Fengying only knew that her mother went to college, but she didn't know what major her mother studied.

Mo Yang said: "I studied art. At that time, I only wanted to be a painter. After graduation, I worked outside for two years. Almost no one bought my paintings. Finally, I returned to my family."

Mo Fengying said: "You should stay outside, the world outside is so wonderful."

Mo Fengying poked a taro with her chopsticks, and while eating it with disgust, she said: "We in the Mo tribe are all people who deal with medicinal materials, and there is no interesting person."

"Mom, Song Ci married Han Zhan when he was 22 years old. I will be 20 soon, and I don't even have a crush. If this continues, I'm afraid I'll be single for the rest of my life."

Mainly because the people in the clan were all mediocre in appearance, and Mo Fengying didn't like any of them.

The last time I went out to treat the old man, Mo Fengying was shocked when she saw Han Zhan. It turned out that the men outside were really just like the CEOs in the TV series, handsome and suave.

After being blinded by a stunning man like Han Zhan, Mo Fengying was even less interested in looking at these dull people in the clan.

Moyang laughed directly and said: "Your father coaxed you into having me when I was fifteen years old. After I graduated from the college entrance examination, I wanted to go to university. Your grandparents didn't support it, but your father wanted me to live happily. Some, who are able to overcome all difficulties and send me to study."

"The first time I went to college, it was your father who sent it to me personally." Although the Mo family lived in a remote mountainous area, they were very wealthy. When Mo Yang went to college, Mo Suixin personally drove her in a car.

During college, everyone knew that Moyang had a wealthy partner.

Mo Fengying asked her: "Mom, if you stay in the clan like this all your life, won't you ever yearn for the outside world?"

Moyang stopped talking.

How can people who have seen the wonderful things outside be willing to succumb to this great God? However, the roots of the Mo family are here, and Mo Yang's parents, husband and children are here, where can she go?

Say it again

Moyang looked at the elf's lovely daughter, and when she thought of the curse on her daughter, she had no other thoughts.

While they were talking, Mo Suixin came back. Seeing his daughter eating with his wife, Mo Suixin came over and touched Mo Fengying's hair and said, "Girl Fengying, you really have met a strong enemy this time."

Last night's assessment results have come out, and Mo Fengying and Song Fei tied for first place, both with perfect scores.

Mo Fengying is a young genius in the clan, and few of her peers in the clan can tie with Mo Fengying. Finally, a tough fight has come, and Mo Suixin seems to be gloating about his misfortune.

Mo Fengying frowned slightly and said, "Song Fei is really good. The time it took her to answer those medicinal materials correctly was shorter than me. Dad, Song Fei will definitely be in the top three."

"Your grandpa said the same." After the morning assessment results came out, Mo Suixin was called over by Mo Qingkuang and told him about Song Fei.

"What your grandpa means is that if Song Fei can enter the top three, he wants to take Song Fei as his disciple."

Hearing this, Mo Fengying and Mo Yang were both shocked.

"Father really said that?" Moyang asked her husband in surprise.

Mo Suixin nodded, and he said worriedly: "Among the young people of our Mo family, apart from Fengying, we can't find another good one. Our Mo family has been developing for six hundred years, and our talents have withered, and we have begun to decline. .”

"My father's intention is to accept Song Fei as his disciple, so that Song Fei and Fengying can continue to promote the Mo family's medical skills." Mo Suixin understood and supported his father's approach.

The Mo family must not end in their hands.

Mo Fengying suddenly put down the bowl and chopsticks, stood up and said: "I have a prescription to make in the afternoon. I won't take it for now. You can use it slowly." After saying that, Mo Fengying turned around and left in a hurry.

Mo Suixin looked at Mo Fengying's back in confusion, turned around and asked his wife, "Is she angry?"

Moyang said nothing.

Not only Mo Fengying was angry, but Mo Yang was also angry.

Mo Suixin wanted to understand what was wrong with his wife. She patted her on the back of her hand and comforted her: "Moyang, Fengying is young and energetic but not sensible. Are you also not sensible? Dad's decision this time is good for our Mo clan. You Why can’t you understand?”

Moyang threw the chopsticks hard on the table and said, "It's beneficial, but it's not necessarily a good thing for me!"

Mo Suixin frowned and said nothing.

Mo Yang added: "Song Fei is smart and brainy, and she is also a virus expert. It is a good thing that she can join our Mo clan as a student. But Mo Suixin, have you understood your father's true intention? He really just wants to collect A genius, do you want to develop and strengthen our Mo family’s medicine?”

Moyang was extremely angry and roared: "He simply saw a good seed and planned to give up on us Fengying!"

Mo Suixin scolded Mo Yang: "Mo Yang, don't talk nonsense!"

Moyang sneered, "I'm not talking nonsense, don't you have any idea? Because of the broken curse, Fengying can't live to be twenty-five years old! Her father is reluctant to exchange the life of Yao Granny for Fengying's life, but Song Fei's health is fine. Father is making secondary preparations! Once our Fengying passes away, Song Fei will become the next member of the Mo family, and the Mo family can continue to continue. Am I wrong? "

Moyang felt like a bright mirror in her heart, figuring out the old man's thoughts clearly and clearly.

Mo Suixin's face trembled, but she couldn't refute Mo Yang's words.

How could Mo Suixin, an old fox, not think of something that Mo Yang could think of? He was just like Mo Zhangkuang, deliberately not mentioning the curse on Fengying, as if he could whitewash the situation.

Moyang was so angry that the corners of her eyes were red and her body was shaking. "It's all that damn curse! It's all your own fault. You killed the Nangong clan, and now the retribution has finally come!"

But why should retribution happen to her daughter?

Mo Yang said while crying: "It's all because of our inhumanity in the Mo family and treating the people of the Nangong clan like animals. It's fine now. Because of Nangong Xian's curse, our Mo family is about to become extinct."

Mo Suixin was a little angry because she couldn't refute. He got up and left angrily without even trying to comfort his wife.

In fact, Mo Suixin also recognized what Mo Yang said. If the Mo family hadn't wiped out all the Nangong clan, they wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

Really karma.

Song Ci didn't know that she had been spotted by Mo Zhangkuang and wanted to accept her as his apprentice. Song Ci was still racking her brains to think about how to get information about Granny Yao from the Mo people.

The foreign students were eliminated and learned that only Song Ci and Friday were left. The professional courses of the Mo ethnic group had also been taught, and they would be taken to theoretical and practical classes in the next period of time.

Song Ci and Wu Wu were taken to the Mo clan's medicinal material warehouse, and together with the candidates from the Mo clan, they learned to identify the ingredients of medicines. Song Ci and Friday sat in the last row. There was a pill placed in front of each candidate. The gentleman teaching the class was a lady.

Ms. Mo was wearing reading glasses and had gray hair. She stood on a high platform and said to everyone: "The drug in front of you is a new drug I just developed last month. I want everyone to analyze the pharmaceutical ingredients of this drug." . You cannot rely on the help of instruments, you can only analyze its components through smell, vision and touch."

"Okay, now the timer starts."

Song Ci and Friday looked at each other, and Friday said, "How many scents can you smell?"

Song Ci picked up the small medicine tray, lowered his head and sniffed for a few seconds, and said, "About five kinds."

Friday also picked up the medicine tray. He sniffed for a long time before saying, "I only smelled four kinds."

Song Ci said: "There are two medicines that have similar smells and it is difficult to tell them apart."

"It's the same nose. Why is your nose so good? Is it a dog's nose?" Friday lowered his head and sniffed hard for a moment before saying, "It seems there are only three kinds now."

Song Ci: "."

Song Ci crushed the pills, rubbed them with his hands, then picked up a magnifying glass and looked at the ingredients of the medicine carefully. The pills have three colors if you look closely, black, off-white, and a little white.

Song Ci thought for a while and said, "I know the answer."

Song Ci picked up the pen and answered quickly on the paper. Friday took a look and saw nothing. Song Ci told Wu Wu: "Uncle Zhou, once you get older, stop plagiarizing."

Old Friday blushed and muttered: "This is called sharing."

"Forget it."

Song Ci raised her hand, and the female gentleman came down and took away her answer.

After seeing the answer, the female gentleman's eyes softened a lot. "Are you Song Fei?" she asked Song Ci.

Song Ci nodded generously, "Teacher, is my answer correct?"

The female teacher hummed, returned the answer sheet to Song Ci, and returned to the podium. Soon, Mo Fengying also handed over the answer. After reading the answer, the female gentleman nodded with satisfaction.

After school in the afternoon, Song Ci was going to find Song Fei for dinner, but was stopped by Mo Fengying. "Song Fei."

When Song Ci hears the name Song Fei now, he will subconsciously stop. Song Ci turned around and looked at Mo Fengying, her eyes as cold as the ice and snow on the mountains, staring at Mo Fengying indifferently.

Mo Fengying was used to Song Fei's indifference. She walked towards Song Ci in small steps and said, "Let's talk, okay?"

'Song Fei' was as cold as ever, "It's dinner time, I'm going to eat, let's talk some more." After saying that, she didn't care what Mo Fengying was thinking, and walked away.

As soon as Song Ci arrived at the cafeteria, he found Song Fei.

Song Fei had already prepared a meal for her, and seeing Song Ci coming, Song Fei waved to her. "here."

Song Ci came over and was quite surprised to see that today's dessert included macarons. "I have to save these macarons and go back to the dormitory to eat them slowly. Just in time, I brought Longjing tea." When Song Ci eats macarons, she likes to pair them with tea.

Song Fei said: "It's up to you."

After eating, Song Ci was stopped by Mo Fengying at the entrance of the cafeteria while carrying the packed macarons.

Mo Fengying: "After eating, let's have a chat?"

Song Ci wanted to make excuses again, but Mo Fengying blocked all her excuses with one sentence, "It's only 6:40, are you going back to the dormitory to sleep?"

Song Ci: "."

"Let's talk."

Mo Fengying invited Song Fei to her home. She lived in a small single-family building next to Song Ci and their dormitory.

Mo Fengying's home has a TV and an oven, and there are several posters of Yan Jiang on the wall. Song Ci stared at the posters with amusement in his eyes. Song Ci said: "Are you a fan of Yan Jiang?"

Mo Fengying suppressed her blush and did not answer. When she thought that the woman in front of her was the wife of her idol, she wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl into it. The more embarrassed Mo Fengying was, the happier Song Ci was.

Song Ci added: "If you are looking for Yan Jiang's autograph from me, then I don't have one." Song Fei was very domineering and did not allow Yan Jiang to sign autographs for the girls.

Mo Fengying then said: "No, I don't want an autograph."

"Then what do you want to talk to me about?" Song Ci thought it was good to play Song Fei. She could talk when she wanted to, but didn't bother to talk to anyone if she didn't want to talk. Anyway, she is a boss, and even if a boss does his own thing, people won't think you are rude, they will just say you have personality.

Mo Fengying gritted her teeth, her expression looking struggling and hesitant. Song Ci became impatient and urged her, "If you don't say anything, I'll leave."

Hearing this, Mo Fengying finally spoke: "I learned something."

"Yeah." Song Fei's attitude was quite cold, and she looked like I wasn't interested in what you were going to say next, which made Mo Fengying feel powerless.

Mo Fengying looked at her angrily and asked her, "Aren't you curious?"

Song Ci glanced at her lightly, but still said nothing.

Mo Fengying was so angry that she sat down, took a sip of warm tea, and then said: "My grandfather said that if you can enter the top three, he will accept you as his disciple."

Song Ci's eyes finally fluctuated a little. She looked at Mo Fengying and asked doubtfully: "Did your grandfather say this himself?"

"What my dad told me can't be wrong."

Song Ci nodded. Seeing Mo Fengying's dark expression of anger, she asked her, "Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid that I will take away your genius? Are you looking for me in private to bribe me or threaten me?"

Mo Fengying became even more angry, "You are too confident."

Song Ci: "After all, I have the capital to be confident."

Mo Fengying sneered and said with disappointment: "How could Yan Jiang marry such a arrogant person like you?" What about geniuses? She's too arrogant and not cute at all. They, Brother Jiang, should find a soft little girl.

Song Ci sneered and deliberately criticized Mo Fengying: "I am arrogant, and Yan Jiang is willing to marry me, but I can't help it, he loves me to death. You are gentle and charming, but Yan Jiang can't remember you as a person. "

Mo Fengying was even more angry.

She was sulking for a while, and when she saw that Song Fei had lost all her patience and stood up to leave, she took Song Fei's arm. Song Ci lowered his eyes, looked at the girl with a stubborn expression, and stopped again.

"Say something quickly!"

But Mo Fengying said: "I am in poor health and may not live for a few years. Song Fei, if you really get into the top three and become my grandfather's apprentice, I hope you can learn medical skills from my grandfather well. I hope The future Mo family is in your hands and can continue to flourish."

Song Ci was surprised when he heard Mo Fengying's words. Unexpectedly, this little princess actually has sensible moments.

Song Ci pretended to be indifferent and took away Mo Fengying's hand, and said disdainfully: "Let's talk about it, I haven't decided whether to agree to your grandfather to be his apprentice." After that, Song Ci left.

Mo Fengying's eyes widened, feeling that she heard something incredible. There are actually people who refuse to be her grandfather’s apprentice!

You must know that her grandfather is a real leader in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. Even the leaders of the country must be respectful when they see him.

Is Song Fei stupid?

Mo Fengying was scolding Song Fei for being stupid, and at the same time she was envious of her. It’s so cool to do what you want to do and refuse what you don’t want to do.

Song Fei was exchanging skills with her apprentice on the computer. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she hurriedly raised her head and glanced at Song Ci, then lowered her head and asked, "Then what do you want the little princess to do with you?"

Song Ci then relayed what Mo Fengying said to Song Fei.

After hearing this, Song Fei was also surprised, but what surprised her even more was

"Is that little princess a fan of Yan Jiang?"

Song Ci: "Yeah."

"The forest is really big, and there are all kinds of birds."

Seeing Song Fei's hands typing on the keyboard, Song Ci asked her, "What are you doing?"

"Exchange techniques with my apprentice."

"Jiang Bi?" Song Ci glanced at the computer screen and found that there were things she couldn't understand, so she lost interest. She boiled water, made a cup of tea, sat by the window sill, and ate macarons while admiring the night view.

Suddenly, Song Ci bit something. She spit out the contents of her mouth into the palm of her hand with a strange expression.

When Song Fei looked up, he happened to see this scene.

She asked: "What's wrong?"

Song Ci looked back at her and said, "There is something in my macaron."