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"Entrusted by others?" Mo Xiangwan grasped Wen Ji'an's words sensitively, and pressed, "Entrusted by whom?"

In fact, there is no need to think about it, and there is no need to ask!Besides that one, who else could make Wen Ji'an make such a bad idea and trick her into going to the United States from Chiang Mai?

Wen Ji'an rubbed his nose embarrassingly, but didn't answer.

Mo Xiangwan said angrily, "If you don't say that, I'll go back now and make your plan come to nothing!"

As he said that, Mo Xiangwan rushed out the door, Ling Jiaye would not let Mo Xiangwan out, and quickly grabbed her, "My little ancestor, you just got off the plane, what kind of trouble is this?" ?”[

Mo Xiangwan was wronged, "Mom, look at Uncle Wen, he teamed up with others to lie to me! I don't accept it!"

"Hey, little ancestor, let's eat first, shall we? Surely we haven't eaten anything on the way back? Let's eat first, and after we finish eating, the three of us will criticize Uncle Wen together, shall we?" Ling Jiaye coaxed.

Mrs. Wen also came forward to coax Mo Xiangwan. The two finally pulled Mo Xiangwan to sit down at the dining table, and asked the servant to bring up a hand towel. Ling Jiaye actually held Mo Xiangwan's hand. Hands, wipe her clean, and take care of Mo Xiangwan like a child.

Mo Xiangwan thought of the bruise on Ling Jiaye's arm, and quickly pushed Ling Jiaye away, "Mom, I'll do it myself! I'm not a child, so I don't need you to wipe it off for me!"

Ling Jiaye handed the towel to Mo Xiangwan, and squeezed Mo Xiangwan's face with a smile, "Wanwan, the impression you have in my mind has always been when you were a baby, so no matter how you look at it, you are still a baby." Child. Besides, I am your mother, so I should take care of you!"

Mo Xiangwan wiped his hands, handed the towel back to the servant, and pulled Ling Jiaye to sit down distressedly, "Wrong! Now is the time for the child to take care of mother! Come on, mom, let me see the hair on your arm." Does your injury still hurt?"

As Mo Xiangwan said, he carefully pushed up the clothes on Ling Jiaye's arm and inspected Ling Jiaye's scratches.

It can be seen that it is just a skin abrasion, and the ointment has been applied, and the scab has formed, nothing serious.

Ling Jiaye's face was a little embarrassed, "It's nothing, it's just a skin injury, you see what you're making a fuss about..."

"I'm not making such a fuss!" Mo Xiangwan said coquettishly, "Even if my mother suffers a little injury, as a daughter, I will feel distressed!"

Old Mrs. Wen was full of jealousy, "Look, this daughter has a good relationship with her mother. She just said that she misses me the most!"

Mo Xiangwan smiled, "Grandma, of course people miss you too! Grandma misses you just as much as mom!"

"You liar, why don't you come to see grandma?" Mrs. Wen sat at the front seat of the Western-style dining table, behind her was the solemn and solemn oil painting portrait of the ancestors of the Wen family, and in front of her was the silvery high-end tableware. The icy environment was completely broken because of Mo Xiangwan's arrival!

Mrs. Wen has always been serious in front of the company and her family, but she spoils Mo Xiangwan so much.

Listening to Mrs. Wen teasing herself, Mo Xiangwan blinked, "Who said I didn't come to see it, am I not here now? Could it be that what is in front of you, grandma, is just an illusion?"

When Mrs. Wen heard it, she laughed a few times in a rare way, and stopped bickering with Mo Xiangwan. She was very excited and asked someone to give a bottle of red wine that had been stored for many years and had a market price of over one million, and asked Mo Xiangwan to accompany her Drink yourself a little.