Chapter 347

347

There are still ten days before school starts, and Mo Erye asked Lan Ke to book a plane ticket that day, and decided to take the children to London, England before school starts.

He had always wanted to accompany Ling Kexin to the trip to London. So many things had happened during this period, so he should go out to relax and eliminate some unpleasant shadows.

Wu Qiong didn't object this time. When Mo Erye announced the news in front of everyone, she saw a happy smile on Ling Kexin's face, and she slowly turned her head away.

That night, Ling Kexin lived in Mo's Manor.

Because the construction of the seaport was in full swing, Mo Erye went to Haizhou with his father that night. Before he was about to leave, he gave several important matters to his father.

Because of the sadness some time ago, Wu Qiong didn't eat or sleep well for several days, and as a result, he suffered from stomach problems again.

"Auntie, this is white fungus and red date soup, get up and drink some." Ling Kexin came to Wu Qiong's bed with a white porcelain bowl.

Wu Qiong turned sideways, opened her eyes slightly, and saw the beautiful face surrounded by heat, she closed her eyes again, "I'm not hungry."

"Auntie, you've only had a few mouthfuls of food for dinner. If you don't drink before going to bed, it's even worse for your stomach." Ling Kexin put the bowl on the bed cabinet and said earnestly, "Drink it while it's hot, it will warm your stomach."

"..." Wu Qiong remained silent, her expression calm and indifferent.

"Auntie, no matter what happens, please don't make trouble with your body. Your body is your own." Ling Kexin didn't care whether Wu Qiong liked it or not, she picked up a pillow and leaned against the head of the bed, reaching out to pull her.

Wu Qiong was displeased and opened her eyes, "What did you force me to do?"

"For your body, I would rather let you hate me once." Ling Kexin pulled her up, grabbed her hand, and forced the small spoon into her hand, her attitude was very firm.

Wu Qiong was stunned... This woman is really real, she is not afraid of anyone when she is stubborn.

"Eat, you can't be hungry anymore, otherwise, your stomach will hurt even more." Ling Kexin blew on the mouth of the bowl, "It's just warm, hold it."

She stubbornly handed the bowl to Wu Qiong, and Wu Qiong lost her temper like a child at first, but seeing that Ling Kexin had no intention of giving up, she had no choice but to accept it.

Seeing this, Ling Kexin raised her lips and smiled, "Drink slowly, I'll make the medicinal soup."

"You don't need to do it, there are servants." Wu Qiong didn't look at her, and his tone was a little angry.

Ling Kexin ignored her, and went out the door. As soon as she left, a small human head poked into the doorway, with black eyes twinkling like stars in the ink sky.

"Xin Nian, come in." Wu Qiong smiled, eyes filled with doting.

Mo Xinnian ran in happily, climbed onto the bed, and sat down next to Wu Qiong, "Grandma, how about a drink?"

"It's delicious." Wu Qiong stirred the white fungus soup a few times, then looked back at her, "Do you want to drink it?"

"I don't drink it, Mommy said, it's for grandma, grandma is in good health, we are all happy."

"Your mommy really said that?"

"Well," Mo Xinnian nodded, and said seriously, "Grandma, didn't you see that? Mommy likes you, but she doesn't say it."

Hearing this, Wu Qiong's heart felt sour, and a wry smile appeared on her face inadvertently.

Ling Kexin likes herself?how could it be possible?I have always treated her badly, even now, I am lukewarm towards her, without a clear attitude.

She doesn't hate herself, only Amitabha.

"Grandma, Mommy said that she has no parents anymore. Grandpa is her father and you are her mother. She will be filial to you." Mo Xinnian thumped Wu Qiong's back and started talking again.

"Xin Nian, is this what you said?" This ghost elf.

"No, Mommy said so."

"The last sentence is what you said."

Mo Xinnian shrank her neck, and continued to pinch her shoulders vigorously, "Grandma, do you like Xinnian?"

"like."

"The person I want to like, grandma will like it too?"

"Yes." He slipped out smoothly.

Mo Xinnian lay down in front of Wu Qiong all at once, with bright eyes, and said happily: "Then Xinnian likes Mommy, grandma likes Mommy, right?"

"..." Wu Qiong narrowed her eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Mo Xinnian stared into her eyes expectantly, Wu Qiong was uncomfortable being stared at by her, so she smiled to herself and twisted the tip of her little nose, "Little girl, you are the only one with a quick brain."

Mo Xinnian smiled cutely, she helped Wu Qiong hold the bowl, the grandpa and grandson sat on the bed and you took a sip, while I drank the white fungus and red date soup in one gulp.

Ling Kexin boiled water for her feet and came over, through the half-closed door, the scene in front of her suddenly stopped her in her tracks.

His daughter was nestled in Wu Qiong's arms, and Wu Qiong hugged her like a baby, shaking her gently while talking to her daughter in English.

The daughter laughed from time to time, and Wu Qiong's face was also covered with a friendly smile. Wu Qiong told the story of the mermaid, and Mo Xinnian had listened to it countless times.

However, it was the first time for her to hear Wu Qiong tell a story.

She listened with gusto, as if it was the first time she had heard such a moving story. With big eyes open, she asked a question in English from time to time, and her little hands were still wrapped around Wu Qiong's shoulder-shape hair.

Maybe what my daughter longs for is this love that has been missing for five years. She is very obedient and clings to Wu Qiong's arms very attached.

Wu Qiong's embrace was very warm, just like Mommy, Mo Xinnian slowly closed her eyes.

Ling Kexin stood at the door all the time. Through the half-covered door, she saw Wu Qiong put her daughter beside her, covered her with a thin quilt, and lowered her head to kiss her forehead.

Ling Kexin suddenly had a sore nose and hot eyes. She lowered her head and realized that the water in the footbath was cold.

She went downstairs again, and when she came up, Wu Qiong had already sat on the sofa.

"Auntie, come, soak your feet so you can sleep better." Ling Kexin put the footbath next to Wu Qiong's feet, and reached out to take off her slippers.

"I'll do it myself." Wu Qiong withdrew his foot.

Ling Kexin smiled, then got up to get the foot cloth.

It takes half an hour to soak the feet, and the smell of medicine in the hot air carries a fragrance, Wu Qiong slightly closed his eyes.

She actually enjoyed this moment very much. The blood was slowly released from her feet wrapped in hot water, and the sluggish Qi in her body seemed to be cleared, spreading from the soles of her feet to the atrium, warm and harmonious.

The only thing that made her uncomfortable was that Ling Kexin was still standing beside her.

"You go, let Aunt Mei come in." Wu Qiong said lightly.

"Aunt Mei hasn't been feeling well for the past two days, so I asked her to rest." Ling Kexin squatted down again, and began to touch Wu Qiong's instep.

Wu Qiong frowned, seeming a little angry.

She hasn't married into the Mo family yet, so why did she exercise her power as a "young mistress"?That's right, don't Aunt Mei, Wang Ma, Lu Qiaoer and the others like to call her "The Young Mistress"?

She was very popular with people.

"Then let Qiaoer come in." Wu Qiong lifted her foot, not wanting Ling Kexin to touch it.

Ling Kexin ignored her, grabbed her ankles and began to massage, ignoring the complicated emotions on Wu Qiong's face, she knew the expression of annoyance, helplessness, anger and entanglement without looking.

"Qiaoer went back to see her grandma."

"you?"

"Then let Wang Ma come in."

Ling Kexin smiled, this Wu Qiong really became more and more childish with age.

"Auntie, Wang Ma is older than you. She has to cook so many servants' meals during the day, so you let her rest well at night. I am young, and I can do anything."

Wu Qiong glanced at her displeasedly, and slowly relaxed her tense feet.

She had to admit that Ling Kexin's massage technique was very good, and the nerves that had already begun to relax were massaged by her, and her whole body felt unobstructed and comfortable.

But I wouldn't be grateful to her, otherwise, she would be extremely proud.

Wu Qiong rolled her eyes, and an unknown smile flashed across her eyes, "You can do everything?"

"What I can do."

"Well, I believe you can do it. You said that Aunt Mei was not feeling well, and Qiaoer went to see her grandma again. I explained to them during the day, but they didn't do it. Or, you did it now?"

"Auntie, tell me." Ling Kexin continued to massage and scrub her feet without raising her head.

"After I've soaked my feet, go out and scrub the corridors on the third and fourth floors. Sister Hua is careless in her work. I found that there are dirt hidden in many corners..."

Ling Kexin's hand paused, the third and fourth floors?How many hours would it take her to finish such a big villa?

Obviously, Wu Qiong is deliberately making things difficult for her.

"What? You can't do it?"

"No, of course it's okay." Ling Kexin suddenly smiled at her, and her massage gestures became heavier.

"Ah yo!" Wu Qiong hurt from being pinched, "Ah yo... what are you doing?"

"Be patient, it will be fine."

Ling Kexin smiled, her gestures did not ease at all, Wu Qiong couldn't bear it, and whispered: "It's okay, it's okay, you go out."

"It's only 10 minutes, Auntie, you can meet again."

When Ling Kexin stood up, no one would believe that she seemed a little deliberate in those few moves just now, besides, when she loosened her hands, Wu Qiong really felt that her feet were light.

After soaking her feet, Wu Qiong felt sleepy. She climbed into bed, but just as her head touched the pillow, she got out of bed again.

On tiptoe, she went to open the door, looked around, but saw no one.

Tonight, Uncle Liu also went to Haizhou with her husband, Mo Ertao was not there, Mo Yiting might have fallen asleep, and the whole villa was quiet.

She went downstairs, and when she reached the corner of the third floor, she saw a white figure squatting in a corner. Her long hair was tied up with a light blue turban, and the light yellow skirt she was wearing was changed. , wearing a servant outfit.

With a steel wool ball in her hand, she was wiping the corner of the wall vigorously...

Rustle, rustle... the monotonous sound was particularly harsh in the silence.

Wu Qiong looked at her, and suddenly couldn't tell. This Ling Kexin was one year younger than her daughter, but her personality was tougher than her daughter's. No matter how hard or tiring she is, she will persevere.

Such a woman is actually the most suitable for the eldest son, because she can control and assist her husband.

The originally strong drowsiness suddenly disappeared a lot. Wu Qiong stood in front of the window, looking at the scattered street lights in the yard.

The lights are dim, and the shadows of flowers, plants and trees under the halo are hazy and beautiful.

Wu Qiong, the daughter-in-law of the Mo family, has always thought that she should be like a flower, as delicate and luxurious as a peony.

But now, although the flower that the eldest son is looking at is beautiful, it is not a graceful and luxurious peony among the flowers, but a little lily growing in the wilderness.

To describe her more precisely, it can be said that she is like a grass, she does not need too fertile land, it will grow wherever it is thrown.

Whether she, Wu Qiong, wanted to pick a flower for the Mo family or pull out a grass, it seemed that she could no longer decide according to her will.

Look, the Maybach entered the yard, and Mo Erye was the only one who came down.

Wu Qiong frowned, turned around and walked out of the room. Just in time, Mo Erye went upstairs and saw his little woman at the top of the stairs, but he didn't find the mother in pajamas who was "peeping" behind the bonsai.

"Xin'er, it's so late, why don't you go to bed?" Mo Erye pulled Ling Kexin up who was squatting on the ground, seeing her sweating profusely, his heart ached.

"The hygiene here is done by Sister Hua, you don't need to do it." He went to get the steel wool ball in her hand.

"Sister Hua is also working hard. I see that you haven't come home, so you can do some activities when you have nothing to do." Ling Kexin wiped the sweat off her face and smiled sweetly.

Mo Er Ye pinched her cheek, "Baby, you are already slim enough, if you continue to move around, do you want to become a skeleton?"

"You don't like skinny?"

"I love the sensuality, the springiness to the touch."

"satyr."

Wu Qiong heard their unscrupulous "flirting", a trace of embarrassment appeared on her face, her feet were fixed on the ground, and she didn't know whether to walk or not.

"Go to sleep, don't be tired because you have to fly the day after tomorrow." Mo Er Ye persuaded again.

"Go to bed first, I'll go to sleep after wiping the aisle on the second floor."

"What?" A surprised voice said, "Are you crazy?"

"Hehe..." Ling Kexin was giggling.

From the beginning to the end, she did not mention "Wu Qiong", she said it was voluntary, not Wu Qiong's "order".

"Okay, I'll wipe the leftovers, and you go to sleep." Mo Er Ye is really considerate of his wife.

Wu Qiong suddenly felt uncomfortable. She wanted to embarrass Ling Kexin, but this is good, her son is going to do such a tiring job.

Wu Qiong frowned, she wanted to hear what Ling Kexin had to say.

"are not you tired?"

Mo Erye replied: "I'm not tired, I'm a man, come, give it to me."

"That's hard work for you, Erye. If you can't finish it, you can leave me to get up early tomorrow morning to wipe it."

"No, wife, you go take a shower, I promise I'll finish it in an hour."

Boo...the kiss was really loud.

Wu Qiong's cheeks twitched, and when she heard Ling Kexin's footsteps going up, she hurried into the room, and the light from the door slid across Ling Kexin's face like a narrow shadow.

Ling Kexin stared at her door with a weird smile on her lips.

After a while, Wu Qiong came out again. She went downstairs and snatched the steel wool ball from her son, "Don't wipe it. It's the middle of the night. What kind of hygiene is a man doing? Go to sleep."

"Mom?" Seeing that Wu Qiong was not asleep, Mo Er Ye was a little surprised.

"Go to sleep, go back to your room and sleep." Wu Qiong's tone was full of distress.

Just now, she was thinking that Ling Kexin, the "grass", would follow her eldest son to pull out all kinds of things, but she didn't expect that she didn't feel sorry for the man at all, and went to sleep by herself, leaving the hard work to the man.

It seems that this daughter-in-law has to observe for a while longer.

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