After rebirth, the group's beloved daughter exploded the audience

When I returned to the Mo family, there was a gloomy haze surrounding the Mo family, which was thick and difficult to swallow.

Mr. Mo sat down at the host's table early.

He had an upright posture, and even in his seventies, his steady and solemn aura still had an intimidating power.

Compared to his amiable appearance in the past, he had a serious face today, as black as coals in a stove.

"Grandpa." Mo Beichen and Su Qianrou called him in unison.

Mr. Mo suddenly snorted coldly, his old brows and eyes unable to conceal the burning anger.

Su Qianrou rarely saw him like this, and she felt a little bit scared in her heart.

"You still know that I am grandpa?" Mr. Mo's turbid eyes searched the two of them with a chilling air.

There was a hint of suspicion on the two people's faces, but before they could ask a question, Mr. Mo's cane started to strike with a deafening muffled sound.

"Does Rourou's belly contain any flesh and blood from our Mo family?" As he said that, he took the physical examination report from the butler's hand and slammed it down in front of the two of them.

Su Qianrou was stunned for a moment, her eyes went from calm to various expressions of panic, panic and embarrassment, and she seemed to have experienced a huge event in just a few minutes.

Emotional highs and lows.

How did this information about myself get leaked?
Su Qianrou didn't understand, only a melancholy expression lingered on her face.

At the same time, Mo Beichen also paused his eyes, his expression showed no trace of excuse, and he became silent.

Seeing their state, Mr. Mo understood. His face turned pale, his eyes lost their luster, and a look of disappointment lingered on his body.

"You even jointly lied to me, an old man. It seems that I am old and can no longer control you!"

Mr. Mo was in pain as if he had lost his heart. His old and grooved hands were clenched into fists, and he was beating his emaciated body time and time again.

"Grandpa..." Su Qianrou felt distressed and tried to comfort Mr. Mo, but Mo Beichen stopped her.

She glanced at it, feeling angry and dissatisfied.

At this time, Mr. Mo paused, suddenly regained his majestic appearance, and his dry lips moved again.

"No matter what, you must give me a child of the Mo family, otherwise I will never settle this debt with you!"

After saying that, Mr. Mo turned around and went back upstairs. When he stopped on the stairs, he didn't forget to look back at those bright eyes that exuded a fierce aura.

As if to deepen his majesty.

Mr. Mo never lost his temper with him, and Su Qianrou found it difficult to accept it for a while.

After Mr. Mo's ragged back disappeared completely, Su Qianrou couldn't help but kick the floor, her sharp eyes flowing over Mo Beichen.

"Did you, the traitor, tell grandpa!" Su Qianrou glared at him, her face twisted in a ferocious manner.

"What's the benefit of telling grandpa about me?" Mo Beichen covered her mouth and kept his body in close contact with her.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo of of of a few breaths..." Su Qianrou couldn't make any sound, like a mute eating Coptis chinensis and unable to express the pain.

The only physical examination she had was during the car accident. The only person present at that time besides herself was Mo Beichen.

It was hard for her not to suspect that he wasn't causing the problem.

Her eyes already revealed a scarlet murderous aura.

She retorted and bit Mo Beichen's palm hard, her mouth firing like a hail of bullets: "You still want to show off here, who else but you!"

Mo Beichen suddenly felt the pain in his hand, like a flood, a dull pain.The teeth marks left by Su Qianrou's bite had penetrated into his skin, and blood of varying shades seeped out from inside.

She was really cruel.

Mo Beichen let out an obvious "tsk" sigh from his throat, and the corner of his mouth raised a slight curl.

"When can you take off your colored glasses and look at me?" Mo Beichen's eyes exuded an unbearable look.

……

Taking advantage of the stalemate in the relationship between Mr. Mo and Su Qianrou, Mu Xingrui specially bought a cake and sent it to Mu's family to celebrate.

Lin Zhuoxiao was also present, but his expression was not good-looking, as if someone owed him hundreds of millions.

There was a ferocious aura all over his body, and the words ruthlessness were clearly engraved on his forehead.

Yes, he was still angry about Mu Xingrui pretending to sleep with Mo Beichen that day, but he dared not speak out and expressed his anger by alienation.

His emotions were clearly seen by Mu Xingrui, who was in a good mood with a look of joy on his face.

She walked up to Lin Zhuoxiao's back, hugged his bulky body with both hands, and said in a coquettish voice: "Today is a good day, how unlucky you are to keep such a straight face."

"What else?" Lin Zhuoxiao looked away from her angry eyes and spoke coldly.

"Look at how stingy you are." Mu Xingrui turned to face him and pinched his stiff, expressionless face.

It was as if his face was treated as plasticine, and he kept rubbing it, making many expressions, and even ugly grimaces.

"Sometimes we have to make some sacrifices in order to achieve our goals, don't you think?"

Mu Xingrui suddenly became serious, staring at him with a sly look in his innocent eyes.

Lin Zhuoxiao was startled, but he quickly calmed down and said, "You say so." He always took advantage of Mu Xingrui's power and did this.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with infatuation for Mu Xingrui, but there was also a trace of pity in his eyes: "Then what are you going to do next?"

"What's next?" Mu Xingrui slyly curved the corner of her mouth, her eyes unable to stop showing a deceitful look: "Of course it's a good show."

"You pack up and take me to Mo's house later. I want to visit you."

Mu Xingrui cast her cunning eyes on Lin Zhuoxiao and patted his shoulders with both hands.

Mojia.

Mu Xingrui arrived with empty hands and light clothes.

She has a smile on her face and is approachable.

When Mr. Mo saw that it was her, he had a troubled look on his face, as if he had something to hide, and his whole body was indescribable.

"Why are you here?" Mr. Mo choked out a question from his throat and motioned for Mu Xingrui to sit down.

"Firstly, I want to see grandpa, and secondly..." Mu Xingrui stroked her skirt and sat elegantly opposite Mr. Mo.

There was something in her words, but she was also deliberately titillating.

Mr. Mo has been in the business world for decades, and he is already good at observing people. He also knows a little about the medicines sold in Mu Xingrui's gourd.

"Just tell me if you have any questions. You were almost the granddaughter-in-law of our Mo family before, and you didn't even care about me."

Mr. Mo hit the nail on the head. He narrowed his eyes tightly for a few times, picked up the tea bowl and took a few sips of tea.