The Romance Of Mr. Walton

C620 I Love Moishe Year



C620 I Love Moishe Year

Su Yao said and shook off Su Moshan's hand.    

    

"Ever since I was young, I've never fought for it. It's not because I can't win it, but because I don't want to do it. It's also because I don't want to make things difficult for you. But you all seem to treat my concession as weakness. "You've gone too far."    

    

Su Moshan looked at Su Yao sharply. "What are you talking about? "Who bullied you? Su Yao, in this house, I have the final say. Do you still want to rebel? Let me tell you, if you don't listen to me, don't even think about taking away the property of the Su Family. "    

    

You speak as if if if I were obedient, you would obediently hand over the Su Family to me. " Su Yao smiled sarcastically," Don't find excuses. Your heart has never been biased towards me. Why are you acting hypocritical now?"    

    

She took a step back. "I will remind you one last time that the person Mo Xinian likes is Huo Huaien. Huo Huaien's brother is called Huo Tingshen. If you use the engagement to hurt Huo Huaien, I can guarantee that Huo Tingshen will not forgive you."    

    

Su Moshan gritted his teeth. He had been thinking about this matter.    

    

Why did it have to be Huo Huaien?    

    

Su Yao raised her eyebrows. "Don't even think about using the engagement to stop Mo Xinian. What bullshit engagement? That was just a joke that Uncle Mo casually said. Mo Xinian was too lazy to say anything against it. "We don't even have an engagement ceremony. Where did the engagement come from?"    

    

Su Yao's words made Su Moshan feel like he was struck by lightning.    

    

That's right. This was true.    

    

At that time, he had also thought about the engagement ceremony and had even discussed this matter in front of Old President Mo.    

    

Although Old President Mo had agreed, Mo Xinian had no intention of organizing another engagement banquet. So this matter dragged on and on...    

    

Thinking about it now, he really shouldn't have given in back then.    

    

If he had insisted at that time, Old President Mo probably wouldn't have refused.    

    

It was a pity that he had missed the only good opportunity to crush the Mo Family.    

    

Seeing Su Moshan's serious expression, he fell into deep thought. Su Yao added, "The fact that the Mo Family was able to help the Su Family so much in this one year's time is already a kind act. If you want to push your luck, you know who will be the unlucky one in the end.    

    

If you are smart enough to give Mo Xinian enough face at this time, I believe he will not make things difficult for you. But if you insist on going against him, then you will have to bear the consequences. I have said all of this, you should know in your heart. The three days I gave you, there's not much left. "It's better to be friends with the Mo Family than enemies. Make your decision as soon as possible."    

    

After she finished speaking, she didn't want to stay any longer. She turned around and left.    

    

Su Moshan stared at Su Yao's back, his heart full of disgust.    

    

There was no other reason. It was just that this daughter was too similar to her mother.    

    

When Mo Xinian returned to his room, Huo Huaien was fiddling with her phone.    

    

He walked closer and saw that she was recovering WeChat. He could not help but ask, "Who is looking for you?"    

    

Huo Huaien did not even raise her head as she continued to busy her hands. "Han Zhi."    

    

Mo Xinian's hands quickly moved across the table and pulled out her phone.    

    

Huo Huaien sighed and the phone fell into Mo Xinian's hand.    

    

She pouted and said, "Mr Xinian, what are you doing?"    

    

Mo Xinian sat down and lowered his head to grab her phone. He said calmly, "I caught you."    

    

Huo Huaien rolled her eyes. This person was really...    

    

If a good thing came out of his mouth, it would be strange.    

    

Mo Xinian flipped the information to the top.    

    

It was Han Zhi who contacted her first.    

    

Han Zhi sent a flirty emoji package. What are you doing?    

    

Huo Huaien: Eat.    

    

Han Zhi: I'm eating too. Let's eat together then. Did you miss me?    

    

Huo Huaien said, "Get lost.    

    

Han Zhi sent a grinning emoji: Get back to your side? "It looks like my wife misses me.    

    

Huo Huaien said, "Get as far away as possible.    

    

Han Zhi sent another injured emoji: I miss you so far away but you are so heartless to me. As expected, women have no conscience.    

    

Huo Huaien said, "That's enough. The show is too good. Hurry up and have a good meal.    

    

Han Zhi said, "Because I miss you so much, I can't eat. What should I do?    

    

Before Huo Huaien could reply, her phone had already been snatched by Mo Xinian.    

    

Mo Xinian casually edited: Then stop eating and starve to death. Don't keep sending me messages. It was very annoying.    

    

After sending the message, he placed the phone beside him.    

    

Huo Huaien frowned. "Mr Xinian," she said. What did you reply to?"    

    

Mo Xinian picked up his chopsticks and said as he ate. "I love Mo Xinian. Don't bother me anymore."    

    

"Ah?" Huo Huaien immediately stood up and looked worried. "Mr Xinian, are you crazy? If Han Zhi told me Third Brother, Then we...    

    

Huo Huaien's reaction frustrated Mo Xinian.    

    

Did he really not want to see the light of day?    

    

"So what if he said it?" Mo Xinian put down his chopsticks and looked up at him. "Do you plan to hide with me for the rest of your life?"    

    

Huo Huaien teased. I... I didn't mean that. I just feel that now is not the time."    

    

"Then when is the right time?"    

    

Huo Huaien quietly sat down and did not speak.    

    

At this time, Han Zhi sent another message.    

    

Mo Xinian picked up his phone.    

    

Han Zhi sent a crying emoji. My wife doesn't love me anymore. She's sad.    

    

Mo Xinian gritted his teeth and replied quickly. You are not annoyed. When others have a meal, you send endless messages. Are you free? Get lost and go to work.    

    

After replying, Mo Xinian threw his phone on the table and looked at Huo Huaien, who was looking at him worriedly.    

    

Huo Huaien really wanted to ask what Mo Xinian had sent.    

    

But she did not dare.    

    

Mo Xinian looked really angry now.    

    

Han Zhi quickly replied, but Mo Xinian didn't read it.    

    

He took a deep breath and suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart. He handed the phone to Huo Huaien. "See for yourself."    

    

Huo Huaien hesitated for a moment. She took the phone and opened it. When she saw Mo Xinian's reply, she could not help but secretly glance at him.    

    

He was eating. He did not even look at her.    

    

The atmosphere was originally good, but for some reason, it became a little nervous.    

    

Han Zhi asked, "Why are you in such a bad mood? Did something happen?    

    

Huo Huaien lowered her head. "I'm fine. I'm just very sleepy. I want to sleep. "Hurry up and finish your meal. Let's not talk anymore.    

    

After replying, she turned her phone into a muted tone and put it in her bag. She looked at Mo Xinian.    

    

"Mr Xinian..."    

    

"Huaien," Mo Xinian interrupted her and looked into her watery eyes.    

    

"It was my fault. I promised you that I would give you time to get used to it, but I was still so impatient. " I shouldn't have done this. I apologize. "    

    

Mo Xinian's words surprised Huo Huaien.    

    

"Mr Xinian, I don't blame you. I just... thought you were jealous again."    

    

Mo Xinian looked at her. "I was jealous. So, you should stop interacting with Han Zhi in the future."    

    

If Han Zhi was a hooligan like Han Lunshuo, it would be fine, but he was good, and the Huo's Member liked him very much.    

    

This made Mo Xinian feel a sense of crisis.    

    


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