Marriage is sultry: Quan Shao lures his wife into addiction

Chapter 700 I'm in a bad mood, don't tell me
Grabbing the newspaper, the news on it was exactly the news about Yang Lihe's parents.

In fact, there are too many accidents caused by setting off fireworks and firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, but they have never been as big as this accident.Two dead and many injured, leaders at all levels also attach great importance to it.

Yan Zitong thought about how helpless and sad Lihe must be at this moment.

Since her mother passed away, she has basically never enjoyed fatherly and motherly love.After getting acquainted with Yang Lihe, Yang's parents treated her like their own daughter.Although she didn't meet so many times, she still cherished their love.

She really treats them as her own relatives.

Between her and Lihe, that is the relationship between relatives and sisters.

Yan Zitong took a deep breath, looked up at him, and said in a deep voice, "If I guessed correctly, your surname is Mo, and Mo Junbo's father knew Mu Fang. The relationship should be pretty good. Perhaps this time 'inviting' me to be a guest should also be Mu Fang's friendly suggestion to you."

Mo Zhaiao leaned back in his chair, looked at her with a straight face, with a faint trace of solitude raised at the corner of his lips, as if he was very satisfied with her performance.

Yan Zitong stared at her nonchalantly, the expression on his face didn't change much.It's just that there was a clear and visible anger in the eyes looking at him. Looking at him, he continued, "Yesterday morning, the person who met my mother's cemetery should also be you, right?"

The corners of his lips were raised a little, Ling Rui's deep and deep eyes looked directly at her, and said slowly, "Do you know Mu Fang?"

"Oh!" Yan Zitong sneered with disdain, "I know, why don't you know me! Mr. Mo wants to know how I met him? Do you want to know what relationship I have with him? From your eyes, I've got the answer I want."

Having said that, he paused slightly, with a mysterious smile on the corner of his lips, leaned forward for a few moments, and continued to say word by word, "You really want to know. But... "While talking, he shrugged his shoulders easily, and said in a leisurely but threatening way, "I'm in a bad mood, so don't say anything."

Mo Zhaiao narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Yan Zitong calmly, and said slowly, "If you don't want to say it, don't say it, I didn't force you to say it."

His tone of voice was very calm and his speech was very slow, and he was not affected by her threat at all, and even his eyes were still as indifferent and cold as ever.

Yan Zitong was slightly taken aback by his answer, and looked at him in a little confusion.Obviously, his answer was beyond her expectation.

"Why, my answer surprised you?" Seeing Yan Zitong looking at him in surprise, Mo Zhai asked slowly.

Yan Zitong was a little lost in thought, staring at him without blinking.He doesn't look like Mo Junbo's father at all, but more like a brother.She is very young, but in those eyes there is the silence and vicissitudes of the years, and there is a wound that is not easy to see.

Hearing the sound, Yan Zitong came back to his senses, glanced at the newspaper, and then met his gaze again, "I think the matter of Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang should have nothing to do with you."

Mo Diao didn't speak, but just looked at her with a serious face.

Yan Zijian pushed the newspaper back to him, and stared at him silently, "But what happened to Zhou Yunru must have something to do with you, right? And Yan Yuewen."

Lao Ou walked towards this side with a bowl of boiled dumplings, and made it according to Yan Zitong's request.Putting the bowl in front of her, he said respectfully, "Miss Yan, the dumplings you want."

Yan Zitong raised her eyes and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Old Ou smiled, "Miss Yan, you're being polite." After speaking, he turned and went back to the kitchen, and then came out with another bowl, and put it in front of Mo Diao.

Mo Zhaiao's eyes were a little dark, he looked at Yan Zitong and said slowly, "Why, do you want me to let them go? This is impossible."

Yan Zitong held the chopsticks in his hand, picked the dumplings again and again, shrugged and smiled, and said calmly, "Let them go? How is that possible! I just don't want her to die too easily, why not?" You have to hang yourself half-dead several times!"

"What do you want to do?" Mo Di Ao looked at her and asked softly.

Yan Zitong picked out the dumpling wrapper, threw it on the table, ate the stuffing on his own, chewed lightly, looked up at Mo Diao, "I can say anything?"

Mo Diao nodded, "Yes."

"Then now, it's time for Yan Ximin to pay. She must have no money, but she still has a house in her hand. The house should be under Zhou Yunru's name." Yan Zitong said casually.

Mo Diao said to Lao Ou, "Old Ou, do as Miss Yan asks."

Old Ou nodded, "Okay, master."

Yi Xingzhi stroked the back of his head, and came downstairs with a sleepy face. When he saw Yan Zitong, he said happily, "Eyes, why didn't you call me? Help me see if my skull is broken. Why does it feel so painful?"

Mo Diao's brows were faintly frowned, and a look of displeasure flashed across his face.

Yi Xingzhi sat down next to Yan Zitong, with the back of his head facing her.

Yan Zitong carefully tore off the gauze, and there were blood stains oozing out.

"Yi Xingzhi, did you sleep on your back last night? Did you press on the wound?" Yan Zitong asked softly.

Yi Xingzhi touched the top of his head with a confused face, and shook his head, "I don't know, I fell asleep, how can I know so much! I guess I should sleep on my back, because I was lying on my back when I woke up in the morning Hey, you two are eating breakfast, I'm hungry too, give me some too."

Yi Xingzhi with a dazed and confused face didn't notice Mo Diao at all, he thought it was just another old Ou whom he didn't know.

Mo Diao winked at Lao Ou, Lao Ou understood, turned and went into the kitchen, brought out a bowl after a while, and put it in front of Yi Xingzhi.

"Hey, Lao Ou, today's attitude is very good. It's not like you were yesterday. You discriminated against me sexistly. Well, we must continue to maintain this attitude." Yi Xingzhi said cheerfully.

"I'll treat his wound later." Mo Diao said to Lao Ou.

Old Ou nodded, "Okay, master."

Yi Xingzhi was really hungry, so he lowered his head and ate with relish, regardless of others.

Then he suddenly stopped moving, and stared at Yan Zitong and Mo Diao at the side without blinking.His eyes moved back and forth between the two, with a strange expression on his face.

"What are you looking at, eat yours quickly. I'll deal with your head later." Yan Zitong glanced at him and said angrily.

"Why do you two eat so much alike? Eat stuffing but not skin!"

(End of this chapter)