Rebirth of a Village Girl

At this moment, Mo Qishen nodded calmly, "Remember."

Ni Yan: "!!!"

Mo Qishen is their sixth uncle?

Did she hear wrongly?

Ni Yan looked at Mo Qishen in surprise.

Mo Qishen smiled and said: "Yanyan, this is my cousin Liu Daqiang. You can call him Daqiang or Sanwazi. Sanwazi, this is your sixth aunt."

The old man said respectfully: "Hello, Aunt Six."

Ni Yan swallowed his throat, but the "Sanwazi" sound was not uttered after all, "Hello."

The old man pretended to elbow the old lady next to him.

It took a moment for the old lady to react and bow, "Hello, Uncle Six, hello Aunt Six."

"Well, hello."

Ni Yan had long known that Mo Qishen's seniority in the Mo family was quite high, but she didn't know that Mo Qishen's seniority was actually so high.

Moreover, when the two old men looked at Mo Qishen, there was not a trace of contempt in their eyes, but the respect that a junior should have.

A wealthy family is a wealthy family, and ordinary people cannot imitate the kind of strict adherence to rules that comes from their bones.

At this moment, the old man called over a middle-aged couple and continued: "Six uncles and six aunts, Mr. and Mrs. Jianhua, Jianhua Yingzi, these are your sixth grandpa and six grandma."

The middle-aged couple immediately said hello, "Hello, grandpa and grandma six."

Ni Yan raised an awkward yet polite smile, "It's good for you too."

Mo Qishen calmly took out two red envelopes from his pocket and handed them to them.

After the family of four left, Ni Yan looked at Mo Qishen and said, "I didn't expect you to be so senior at home!"

Mo Qishen said as if he had seen the world: "What's the matter? Some people call me great grandfather! It's just that they weren't here today."

Mr. Mo's seniority in the Mo family is not low, and since Mo Qishen is the youngest, his seniority is naturally higher.

Ni Yan said: "Then am I becoming a grandma?"

Mo Qishen continued: "What does our seniority mean? When our daughters are born in the future, they will all have to call us aunt."

Because little Ni Yun was so cute, Mo Qishen especially wanted a daughter.

The daughter he has with Ni Yan must be very cute and beautiful!

"Tch!" Ni Yan poked Mo Qishen's arm, "You are so beautiful."

Mo Qishen was a little tipsy after drinking, and put his arm around Ni Yan's shoulders, "Yanyan, I want more daughters in the future..."

"Now that there is family planning, each family can only have one child." Ni Yan reminded.

"Then let's immigrate abroad?" Mo Qishen asked.

"No!" Ni Yan said: "I am a Chinese, and my death is the soul of China. I will never change my nationality."

Ni Yan is determined to make a lot of money from foreigners and give voice to China's skin care industry. How could she immigrate?

She is Chinese, why should she contribute to foreign countries?

That is impossible!

"Okay, I won't move if you don't move. You have the final say in our family from now on..." In fact, Mo Qishen didn't plan to immigrate, he just said it casually.

"Brother Mo, you've drunk too much. I'll help you go upstairs to rest."

"I didn't drink too much."

"Let's go," Ni Yan said hello to the others at the dinner table, and then helped Mo Qishen go upstairs.

"Auntie, do you need help?" Song Beicheng came over and asked.

Ni Yan held Mo Qishen's waist with one hand and held Mo Qishen's hand with the other, "Thank you, no need, I can do it alone."

"Can you do it alone?" Song Beicheng expressed doubts.

Mo Qishen is nearly 1.9 meters tall. Although he is not fat, he is a big man after all. Mo Qishen is really afraid that Ni Yan cannot carry him.

Ni Yan smiled and said: "It's a piece of cake."

"Are you sure you don't need help?"

"Grand nephew!" Ni Yan looked up at Song Beicheng, "I'm sure and definitely don't need your help. You can go play outside."

Go play on the edge?

Did Ni Yan treat him as a three-year-old child?

Song Beicheng stretched out his hand and scratched his head.

While talking, Ni Yan helped Mo Qishen to the stairs on the second floor.

Now Song Beicheng was convinced. It seemed that Ni Yan was really capable!

When Song Beicheng was looking at the backs of Ni Yan and Mo Qishen, there was another person who was also looking at them.

This person is Mo Baichuan.

Mo Baichuan squinted his eyes, and the look in his eyes was a little ugly.

He can no longer tell when Ni Yan is pretending and when he is not pretending.

Could it be that Ni Yan didn't feel anything at all when he saw Zhao Jingrong getting engaged?

Did she have to wait until he married Zhao Jingrong before she came over to steal the marriage?

Mo Baichuan breathed out gently.

Ni Yan took Mo Qishen directly to the room on the third floor, and then made him a glass of honey water.

"Honey water, for hangover."

Mo Qishen obediently took the cup and drank the honey water in one gulp.

"Do you want more?" Ni Yan asked.

"No more."

At this moment, Mo Qishen suddenly reached out and hugged Ni Yan, pressing him on the sofa.

Sensing the strangeness of this man, Ni Yan pushed him and said, "Brother Mo, you have drunk too much."

"Don't move, just let me hold you for a while." Mo Qishen said in a deep voice.

After a long while, Mo Qishen let go of her, stood up, and walked to the side.

"Brother Mo, where are you going?"

"Go to the bathroom." Mo Qishen replied.

"Do you need help?" Ni Yan asked casually.

Hearing this, Mo Qishen paused for a moment and looked back at Ni Yan. His deep eyes were like a mass of unsmeared thick ink, and his tone was low, "Are you sure?"

Only then did Ni Yan react. His ears were extremely red. He threw away the cup and walked downstairs, "I'll go downstairs and take a look."

Mo Qishen chuckled and opened the bathroom door. After a while, the sound of water gurgling came from the bathroom.

There are still a lot of guests downstairs.

"Little aunt, why did you come down alone? Where is my brother-in-law?" Song Beicheng asked with concern when he saw Ni Yan coming down from upstairs.

"He drank too much and is lying on the bed now." Ni Yan said.

Song Beicheng nodded, "So that's it."

In fact, from just now to now, Song Beicheng has found it quite strange. It was clear that Mo Qishen had a very good drinking capacity before, so why did he get drunk after just a few drinks today?

"Little aunt, when are you going to finish the business with my brother-in-law?" Song Beicheng asked.

"What's the matter?" Ni Yan didn't react for a while.

Mo Baichuan, who happened to be holding a wine glass, heard this sentence.

From what Ni Yan meant, it seemed that she had no intention of being with Mo Qishen.

He knew that the reason why Ni Yan was with Mo Qishen was because of him.

At this rate, Ni Yan will definitely show off his fox tail on the day of his wedding to Zhao Jingrong.

Thinking of this, Mo Baichuan's originally depressed heart suddenly became enlightened.

"It's just business with my brother-in-law!" Song Beicheng continued: "What are you planning to do to hold a wedding with my brother-in-law?"

Ni Yan smiled and said: "You say this, don't worry about it, let's talk about it after I graduate."

Ni Yan is only nineteen years old this year, and she doesn't want to get married so early.

Just wait.

Anyway, men don’t have to give birth to children themselves, and it doesn’t matter if they marry later.

Song Beicheng said: "My brother-in-law is already twenty-nine this year! He will be old after you graduate."

Ni Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Grand nephew, I remember you are about the same age as your brother-in-law, right? Do you have a girlfriend? When are you going to get married? If you don't, I have a few pretty girls around me. May I introduce it to you?"

Upon hearing this, Song Beicheng became huge! He was most afraid of others urging him to get married, so he quickly said: "Little aunt, I have something else to do, and I won't tell you anymore! I'll go over there and take a look!"

Ni Yan chuckled.

This engagement also set the wedding date of Mo Baichuan and Zhao Jingrong, which was on June 18th of the lunar calendar, more than four months away.

Time passed very quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was another half month.

During this period, Zuo Ling had a very bad life. It was only two months and he seemed to have aged ten years. He regretted it. He no longer wanted to live with Chen Laibao, a Zhu Bajie!

"Mom, I want to divorce Chen Laibao!"

"What did you say?" Zuo's mother was startled.

"I want to divorce Chen Laibao!" Zuo Ling repeated.

Zuo's mother quickly covered Zuo Ling's mouth, "Ling Ling, you can't talk nonsense!"

Zuo Ling's current job was given by Chen Laibao's father. If he gets divorced, where will Zuo Ling go to work?

"Mom, I've had enough!"

Zuo's mother said: "Actually, apart from her temper, this child Lai Bao has no shortcomings in other aspects. She comes from a good family. When her parents are a hundred years from now, everything in their family will belong to you!"