wealthy daughter-in-law

Su Ziyin opened her eyes suddenly, staring at him in disbelief.

Mo Jia raised his cold lips, and the aloofness and coldness exuded invisible made people shy away.

"Marriage is just a ceremony to send you to the grave. One, the real grave." After finishing speaking, he opened the door past her and walked out.

Su Ziyin froze in place, her mood plummeted to the bottom, chewing on his words, her complexion became worse and worse.

She sneered suddenly.

Tomb?

not necessarily.

Even if it were a tomb, it wouldn't be hers.

Mo Jia came to the study again and looked around, but he didn't find Huanhuan. He raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and left again.

Just in time, a maid in front came over, and Mo Jia stopped her.

"Did you see the phantom?"

"Master..." Xiaoju was startled, and hurriedly lowered her head, "No, no."

Mo Jia waved her hand, and she fled away.Not long after, Sister Zhong came over, murmured, and told the truth, "Master, Huan Huan no longer works here."

Mo Jia's expression became colder, and he said word by word, "What do you mean by not being here?"

"The old lady dismissed her."

Hearing this, Mo Jia's eyes instantly stirred up a turbulent wave, his expression was extremely cold, and without asking any more questions, he turned around and went straight to Mo Tieyi's study.

Without even knocking on the door, he pushed it open and walked in, "Grandpa, do you have to use this method to prove your great existence?"

Mo Tieyi was explaining something on the phone, when he saw that it was him, he hung up with only one word of advice.

"Mega, what is your attitude!"

Mo Jia came to grandpa. With his long hair, he showed the special charm of combining wildness and softness.Standing in front of Mo Tieyi, who symbolized the power and majesty of the Mohists, he did not lose the slightest momentum.On the contrary, the natural domineering, shocking people.

"Su Huanhuan is my man." He said coldly, clarifying his position.

It was for that woman again!

Mo Tieyi held back his sullenness, stared at him, and said slowly, "Mo Jia, you will marry Zi Yin next month. Those women who will affect your reputation should be avoided."

Mo Jia sneered, "What if I disagree?"

"Don't forget your mission! If you don't marry Ziyin, let alone find that woman's reincarnation, you will lose your life! I don't care if you like her or not, as long as she can let you live, as long as She can save your life, she is my granddaughter-in-law! Any woman who dares to shake you, I will not let you go!!"

Mo Jia hooked her lips, and smiled coldly, "Just like how grandpa treated Xihua back then?"

Hearing the name Xihua again from Mo Jia, Mo Tieyi was furious, "Presumptuous! That woman should have died a long time ago!"

Mo Jia slowly narrowed his eyes, and a brutal storm gradually blew up in the air, messing up his pitch-black hair.

Mo Tieyi was a little surprised by such Mo Jia, the aura that was not like ordinary people was so powerful that it made people daunted.

He said word by word, "If you dare to touch her again, I will let the entire Mo family be buried with her!"

"You..." Mo Tieyi was stunned. According to his understanding of his grandson, he knew that Mo Jia could do what he said.

But the "she" he was talking about was Su Huanhuan, or...the dead Xihua...