Chapter 232 What Are Your Plans (6)

After the birthday banquet, Jun Mo was busy seeing off the guests again.

It was almost nine o'clock when all the guests were sent away.

Jun Mo wanted to say goodbye to the old lady, but Mo Yahui came out of the kitchen and stopped him.

"Jun Mo, grandma has already rested."

Jun Mo withdrew his hand knocking on the door, turned around and said, "Then I'll go first too."

"Wait, I see you drank a lot tonight, drink a cup of tea to unwind from the bar, don't leave tonight, stay at home, and have breakfast with grandma tomorrow morning." Mo Yahui said in a rare and gentle tone.

Jun Mo was not used to it, Mo Yahui brought the tea to him, but Jun Mo hesitated for a moment, then took it.

He has already called Gao Minglang to pick him up, anyway, Gao Minglang hasn't arrived yet, so let's sit for a while!
Jun Mo sat down on the sofa, while Mo Haobo, brother and sister Ye Wentao and Zi Yan came down from upstairs.

Ye Wentao said, "Auntie, Fei Yu and I are leaving first."

"Let's go now, don't sit for a while?"

Ye Wentao said with a smile: "Auntie has been tired all day, go to bed early, I have a flight back to Beijing tomorrow morning."

"Then... well, say hello to your parents for me, and I will go to Beijing to visit them in a few days." Mo Yahui said.

Mo Haobo said: "Auntie, I will see them off."

"Okay." Mo Yahui nodded.

Ye Feiyu walked to the door and couldn't help turning her head, seeing Jun Mo sitting on the sofa without lifting her head, feeling sad.

Ye Wentao gave her a tug: "Let's go."

The brothers and sisters of the Ye family finally left, Jun Mo took a sip of tea, Jun Ziyan stared at her dissatisfied brother: "Brother, what do you mean? He is leaving, and you don't even say hello, and why every time I want to Talk to brother Yichen, you drag him away, do you mean it?"

Jun Mo raised his eyes lightly: "Zi Yan, do you think this is interesting?"

"What's interesting? I think it's you who caused trouble, so Brother Yichen ignored me." Jun Ziyan pouted.

Jun Mo said helplessly: "Zi Yan, Yichen is my brother. If you two are in love, I welcome Yichen to be my brother-in-law. I welcome him with both hands up, but the problem now is that he doesn't feel for you, and you don't like him?" Why do you have to be strong? Didn't you find that Yichen was hiding from you?"

"That's because Brother Yichen hasn't fallen in love with me yet. If he doesn't love me now, it doesn't mean he won't fall in love with me in the future. Besides, Brother Yichen doesn't have any other women. Why do you conclude that we have no hope?" Jun Zi Yan retorted.

Jun Mo was speechless: "I now know why you and Fei Yu hit each other so well, you are the same kind of people."

"What's wrong with the same kind of people? It's called attachment to love." Jun Ziyan said angrily, "Brother, I hope you won't interfere with me and Brother Yichen in the future."

After Jun Ziyan finished speaking, she shook her head and left.

Mo Yahui sat down beside Jun Mo and asked, "What did Leng Yichen tell you?"

Jun Mo said: "Mom, as elders, you all say you want your children to be happy, but do you really consider our feelings in what you do? After all, marriage is our own business, not what you think is appropriate."

Mo Yahui smiled coldly: "So, is Leng Yichen unwilling to marry Zi Yan?"

Jun Mo took another sip of tea: "Mom, not everything can be forced."

Mo Yahui's expression was complicated and difficult to distinguish. After a moment of silence, he got up and said, "After drinking tea, go upstairs and rest early!"

Jun Mo looked at his mother's back and let out a long sigh.

I feel a little dizzy, maybe I really drank too much.

After drinking two more sips of tea, the dizziness not only did not decrease, but aggravated.

Jun Mo began to feel that something was wrong.

He has always been a good drinker, knows where his bottom line is, and never drinks too much, but today...

(End of this chapter)

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