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

Mu Xingrui had already taken out her cell phone and dialed Mr. Mo's number with ferocious eyes.

When Mr. Mo arrived, Mu Xingrui had already burst into tears, her eyes were red with raindrops on her pear blossoms, and she looked as fragile as a dead branch.

When the savior came, Mu Xingrui seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and immediately threw herself on Mr. Mo. The tears in her eyes wetted Mr. Mo's clothes.

"Grandpa!" She cried uncontrollably and recounted Mo Beichen's actions word for word, adding jealousy to it, and she got choked up at the end.

Mr. Mo was heartbroken when he heard this, his eyes burst out with anger, and his hand holding the cane suddenly tightened.

With a strong force, the crutch hit Mo Beichen's body unceremoniously, and the heavy knocking sound made everyone present stunned and did not dare to say a word.

Mr. Mo still has to take action!

Mo Beichen felt a vague tingling sensation on his body, and his face couldn't help but twist.

Mu Xingrui had no idea that Mr. Mo would be cruel. Her heart suddenly tugged and her crying stopped abruptly.

She showed a slightly distressed look to stop Mr. Mo's behavior, and said in a faint tone of pleading: "Grandpa, he already knows that he was wrong, please don't hit him."

"Don't fight? If you don't fight, he knows what he is doing?!" Mr. Mo's voice was as loud as a bell, resounding throughout the sky.

You know, Mo Beichen is going to kill his great-grandson!This is no small matter!
At this moment, Mr. Mo didn't have any family-like feelings for Mo Beichen. Instead, his whole body was filled with huge murderous intention towards Mo Beichen.

"Let me tell you, if anything happens to my great-grandson, you, Mo Beichen, will take full responsibility!"

When Mr. Mo's bullets hit him, he didn't forget to give Mo Beichen a second stick to help him remember.

Mo Beichen accepted Mr. Mo's punishment with calm eyes. Although he did not make any physical moves, his eyes hid a dark animalistic intent.

His cool and cold aura never succumbed to Mr. Mo's sharp warning.

"Ruirui, come back with me. Grandpa promises you that this will never happen again." Mr. Mo held Mu Xingrui's hand and promised in a kind voice.

Mu Xingrui nodded and believed, supporting Mr. Mo step by step, and slowly left.

At the corner, Su Qianrou's exposed half of her body caught everyone's attention.

Her face was expressionless, her expression was bleak, and her eyes were as black as if they had lost their color. She just stood there quietly without making any move.

She had just watched a good show, an inspiring show.

There is no doubt that a copy of the bed photo taken by Mu Xingrui was anonymously sent to Su Qianrou.

Otherwise, Su Qianrou would not have appeared here rashly.

The scene of Mr. Mo and Mu Xingrui supporting each other as a loving father and a filial son seemed out of place at this moment.

Mr. Mo didn't expect Su Qianrou to appear here at all. He obviously seemed a little guilty. Mr. Xu's eyes flickered for a moment and then he looked back.

He felt guilty, but couldn't express it.

On the contrary, Mu Xingrui seemed to have won a victory, with a proud and domineering look on his face and a provocative look on his face.

Su Qianrou's eyes met hers, only ruthless and cold.

Although there was no word on his lips, his heart was already on the verge of a knife-edge meeting.

"Let's go." Mr. Mo paused, then patted Mu Xingrui's hand, signaling to leave.

Mo Beichen also noticed Su Qianrou's presence at this time. His cold face was covered with mixed emotions.

"Rourou." He stepped forward lightly and hugged Su Qianrou's hand, with a hint of sadness on his face. "So, I'm the one you're taking advantage of, right?" Su Qianrou looked at him coldly, without any fluctuation in her tone.

Like a child who doesn't understand the world.

Mo Beichen guessed that she had already seen the whole thing. Her heart suddenly hurt, and the suffocating feeling of being out of breath hit her face.

He knew very well that the fetus in Mu Xingrui's belly had nothing to do with him.

But, how should he clear his name in front of Su Qianrou.

"..."

He was silent for a while, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and all his limbs were restrained: "Mu Xingrui's child is not mine."

His words seemed a bit funny, and Su Qianrou couldn't help but sneer. The photo she was holding with her fingers felt like she was carrying a heavy weight.

"Then the fact that you slept with her is also false?" She raised her eyebrows, her eyes filled with mist.

"Yes!" Mo Beichen's voice spoke loudly over her questioning tone.

How ironic that all the public opinion about him is a mirage and ambiguous.

Su Qianrou felt waves of nausea and vomiting in her heart.

"That's enough! Photos can be faked, so how can Mu Xingrui's belly be faked!" She shouted with emphasis, almost shouting from her throat.

She angrily threw the unsightly photos on Mo Beichen, her eyes filled with disappointed anger.

There seemed to be a few waves coming up from the depths of his eyes, with a faint hint of sadness.

This duplicitous man had no bottom line and used her as a springboard again and again to hurt her to his heart's content.

Su Qianrou no longer had any emotions, and her indifferent and stiff face bore the heavy tearing feeling in her heart.

"But it's okay. After all, our marriage is just a marriage to stabilize the family's emotions. The matter between you and Mu Xingrui has nothing to do with me."

In just a moment, her hysterical anger and pain disappeared, replaced by a look of indifference.

She cast a glance at Mo Beichen, broke free from his restraints, and turned to leave.

"Su Qianrou! Can you recognize the facts clearly!" Mo Beichen caught up with her messy steps, blocking her in front with his huge body.

He looked at her with eyes as deep and unpredictable as an abyss, and his three-dimensional facial features exuded a domineering and fierce aura, as if he wanted to melt her.

Su Qianrou's eyes were intense, her breathing was rising and falling vigorously, and her whole body was filled with impatience.

She didn't want to be played around like a fool.

She took a deep breath, crossed her hands, and said with a dull look on her face, "Even if I believe you, so what? Marry Mu Xingrui again? Will she be your wife and I be your concubine?"

What a joke!
She, Su Qianrou, has not fallen to this level yet!

"Give me some time, okay? I'll prove it to you!" Mo Beichen's tone was a bit weak here, and it was easy to tell that he was suppressed in his deep voice.

Su Qian's soft, puppet-like eyes looked at him, dimmed, with a trace of mockery in her eyes.

Is it possible that we have to wait until Mu Xingrui’s child is born to prove it?
What's the difference between that and talking about it all day and night?

Su Qianrou tilted her head slightly and moved her pink lips slightly: "Why don't we get divorced."