Domineering of the giants: the little sweetheart of the young army

As soon as I got out of the car, I heard a joyful voice, "Qingtian, you are here!"

Looking up, he saw the woman who gave birth to him, Mo Jiayi.

I haven't seen her for ten years, but the woman from back then still has the charm. The life in the mansion makes her not look old, like a mature woman in her thirties.

There was a gentle smile on her face, that kind of smile made her eyes hurt for a long time.

Searching through all her memories, she found that Mo Jiayi had never smiled so much to her.

Mo Jiayi walked towards Long Qingtian with a face full of joy, but then she stopped and turned her gaze to Mo Jiu, with a look of surprise flashing on her face, obviously she did not expect that Long Qingtian would bring a person back.

After all, she was her own daughter, even if she hadn't seen her for ten years, when she saw Mo Jiu's innocent little face that was somewhat similar to her, she immediately knew Mo Jiu's identity.

At that moment, she stopped her steps, looked at Mo Jiu with complicated eyes, her feet moved slightly, she wanted to step forward, but she didn't dare to go forward, she hesitated for a while before shouting: "Xiao Jiu...?"

Mo Jiu clenched his fists tightly, his heart shrinking slightly, but he tried his best to maintain a good smile on his face, and waved to Mo Jiayi as relaxed as possible: "Old Mo, I'm back!"

Today is grandma's death day, she doesn't want to make the scene too rigid at this time.

Otherwise, even if grandma is in the sky, I'm afraid she can't feel at ease.

Standing at the gate, Mo Jiayi felt relieved when she heard the girl's naturally familiar voice.

Even if she doesn't like this daughter anymore, she is her own flesh and blood. It doesn't feel good to devote herself to work when she can't see her, but when she stands in front of her alive, Mo Jiayi seems to see herself 20 years ago.

It's also so energetic, but...

Looking up and down at Mo Jiu's clothes, Mo Jiayi's face became a little stiff.

But then seeing Long Qingtian, Mo Jiayi's expression softened again.

No matter what, Mo Jiayi won't get angry in front of outsiders.

Mo Jiu and Mo Jiayi had the same thoughts at this rare moment. Mo Jiayi took two steps forward, and the smile on her face became more natural, "You child, you are still so big or young."

"Hey, it's called jumping cute!" Mo Jiu smiled and stepped forward to hold Mo Jiayi's arm, but his heart ached again.

Thinking of ten years ago, the woman yelled at herself hysterically: "Get out! Get out! Don't call me mom in the future! If I had a choice, I would rather not give birth to you!"

From then on, the look of disgust in the woman's eyes at that time became Mo Jiu's taboo.

She would rather starve to death outside without living expenses than come back and beg for her alms.

The smile on his face got bigger. From then on, every time I think of her, I always call her Lao Mo Lao Mo.

"I'm about to starve to death! Old Mo, are you going to give me a break? What's for dinner?" Mo Jiu moved his little nose, and pulled Mo Jiayi into the room with a very intimate look.

Mo Jiayi patted her hand, and looked back at Long Qingtian: "Qingtian, I knew you would come today, Xiaoli just heard that you were coming, and she was so happy."

Long Qingtian's cold face didn't change at all, he nodded, "Grandpa is not feeling well, it's not convenient to come here in person, let me help him burn incense sticks for Grandma Mo."

The Long family and the Mo family have maintained a good relationship after so many years.

Every year, on the days when Grandma Mo and other members of the Mo family were together, Mr. Long would come here in person, but in recent years, when Mr. Long got older, he began to send his grandson to come here instead.