Marriage is sultry: Quan Shao lures his wife into addiction

Chapter 363 Mr. Mo, do you want to try?
"Oh? Really?" Mo Junbo slightly raised a shallow arc, looked at Mu Fang with a straight face, and said in a deep voice, "This is a good thing, why is Uncle Mu still so sad?"

"A good thing?" Mu Fang smiled dryly, "I think he's just messing up. He's trying to hold his breath, and he's looking for the next best thing."

Best second best?

Mo Junbo pondered Mu Fang's words, his eyes were deep and bottomless.

"Then, what does Uncle Mu want me to do?" Ten seconds later, Mo Junbo looked at Mu Fang and asked in a calm voice.

Mu Fang looked at him helplessly, and said in an almost begging tone, "Jun Bo, Qiao Yang listens to you the most, please help me persuade him, don't be arrogant and make things that make yourself uncomfortable. What must happen afterward."

Mo Junbo nodded, and said lightly, "Okay, I will tell him."

Mu Fang patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said gratefully, "Jun Bo, thank you! If this bastard is half as mature and stable as you, then I will be really thankful. Your father is still lucky. "

Mo Junbo pursed his lips, "Uncle Mu's heart is too tight. If you relax a bit, you will have better luck."

"Hehe!" Mu Fang smiled dryly.

Hospital
Mu Qiao was squatting in the corridor, grabbing her hair with both hands, it was already in a mess like a chicken coop.

The expression on his face was painful, troubled, depressed, and lonely.

In the ward, Dongfang Yuqiong had already woken up, but she didn't remember him at all.She remembered all the people and things, but she didn't remember him alone.

The doctor checked, and she was no longer in danger, and her condition was recovering well.For her situation, the explanation given by the doctor is: selective amnesia.

That is, she chose to forget by herself, and she didn't want to remember him anymore.It is estimated that he hurt her too much.

Selective amnesia!
Too much damage!

These words kept echoing in Mu Qiaoyang's mind.Seeing Dongfang Yuqiong who had woken up on the hospital bed, and looking at him vigilantly and defensively, Mu Qiaoyang felt like he was looking for his own death.

When Mu Fang and Mo Junbo arrived, they saw Mu Qiaoyang squatting by the corner, holding her hair with both hands, with a remorseful and helpless look on her face.

"Qiao Yang." Mo Junbo called him.

Then Mu Qiaoyang continued to squat down and bury her head, as if she didn't hear it.

Mo Junbo walked to his side, patted his shoulder, and then regained his thoughts.

Looking up, he saw Mu Fang and Mo Junbo standing beside him.He smiled dryly at Mo Junbo, "Brother Mo, why are you here?"

Mo Junbo glanced in the direction of the ward, "Get up and talk."

Mu Qiao got up, because she squatted for too long, so when she got up, she trembled slightly because her legs were numb.

"What's going on? What are you doing here?" Mu Fang looked at him with some displeasure, and asked in a deep voice.

Mu Qiaoyang glanced at him indifferently, "She's awake."

"Wake up, why do you still look so lifeless?" Mu Fang's eyes locked on him.

"Hehe!" Mu Qiaoyang smiled helplessly and bitterly, "I woke up, but I became a stranger in her eyes. The doctor said, selective amnesia."

Mu Fang's brows were furrowed, and a dimness flashed in his eyes, and soon, it was so fast that people couldn't see clearly, and couldn't understand his inner thoughts.

Mo Junbo patted him on the shoulder and comforted him softly, "It's a good thing to wake up at least. Isn't it? You can take your time for everything else, don't be discouraged."

Hearing what he said, Mu Qiaoyang seemed to have been greatly encouraged, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes for an instant, and he nodded frequently at Mo Junbo, "Yes, brother Mo, you are right. Just wake up Biggest good thing. I’ll talk about the others later! Thanks, Brother Mo. Oh, yes.”

As if he suddenly thought of something, he glanced at Mu Fang and then turned his eyes to Mo Junbo, and asked solemnly, "Why did you two come together?"

Mu Fang glared at him angrily, "You still have the nerve to ask? When will you be like Jun Bo and don't need me to worry about anything?"

Mu Qiaoyang shrugged and smiled indifferently, and said slowly, "Old man, if there is such a day, I will not be your son anymore. I am Uncle Mo's son! You, just accept your fate! You are not as lucky as Uncle Mo, and your son and I are just such a puddle of soft mud, which cannot be supported on the wall. Well, you can do what you want, and I won't greet you."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the ward on his own, as if he didn't care about them.

Seeing this, Mu Fang slashed at his back fiercely, and then said to Mo Junbo with a helpless expression: "I really have nothing to do with him, but what you said will work. If it's convenient for you, help I'll try to persuade him more. This bastard is also stubborn!"

Mo Junbo nodded, "Okay. Uncle Mu, don't worry, I will talk more about him."

"Thank you, Jun Bo." Mu Fang said gratefully, "If you have something to do, go ahead and I'll stay later."

"That's fine, I'll leave first. Don't think too much about it." Mo Junbo said with a calm face.

Mu Fang nodded his head.

Mo Junbo turned and left.

early morning
Yang Lihe lay on the sofa blankly, staring at the ceiling with dull eyes, still thinking about Mu Fang's intentions.

"Ah!" With a low growl, he scratched his hair agitatedly, unable to figure it out.

The phone rings.

He fumbled for the phone indiscriminately, but didn't even look at the caller ID, and picked it up listlessly, "Who is it, my aunt is in a bad mood. I have something to say, and I have to fart!"

Mo Junbo frowned, and a thick and deep voice sounded, "How can a girl speak so rough!"

"Ding!"

Yang Lihe felt that one of his nerves was broken.

Then with a "whoosh", a carp sat upright, with an excited smile on his face, he straightened his thoughts, and said in a calm and calm voice, "Uh huh, Mr. Mo, didn't you Ever heard the saying 'out of the hall, into the kitchen'?"

"Is this related to you?" Mo Junbo asked coolly and slowly.

Yang Lihe smiled bewitchingly, "Of course! Not only can I get out of the living room, but I can also enter the kitchen. I can also get on the bed, get down on the waist, charm people, and seduce souls. Mr. Mo, do you want to try it?"

The gentle, soothing and provocative words were leisurely passed into his ears through the microphone.

Several images flashed through Mo Junbo's mind.Some are in cars, and some are in hospital corridors.Every picture can make his blood boil.

There was silence for a while, as if something was brewing.

Yang Lihe pursed his lips and smiled, with confidence and success in his smile, waiting for his answer.

"Get down!"

(End of this chapter)