Good luck of rebirth

Chapter 22 Wake Up ([-])

Moreover, seeing how the eldest uncle looked like, he didn't seem to be surprised by her cleverness at all.

Upon hearing this, Jin Hao felt relieved.

After she finished speaking, Jin laughed: "You ghost, don't blame your uncle for saying that you have a heart with seven apertures."

On that day, Master Mo Er didn't even see Yao Shi's face at all, but he was led by the Yao family to play chess for a long time, drink tea for a long time, and finally had a hearty meal and two jugs of wine. Angrily sent out the door, drunkenly even Jin Hao was left behind.

Returning empty-handed, Mrs. Mo was not so angry that she passed out.

In the next few days, the second master Mo was like this, every time the elder master of the Yao family greeted him politely and sent him out drunk.

After three or four days in a row, Mrs. Mo finally realized that the matter was difficult. Judging by the posture of the Yao family, this matter was not going to be resolved, and she didn't care about the future of the second master at all.

Could it be that he wanted to reconcile and leave, otherwise there would be no reason to keep his daughter in her natal family.

Thinking of this, I broke out in a cold sweat.

If they reconcile at this time, the second master does not need to take office.

In the morning, Madam Mo called Master Mo Er to come to the room.

"You go to Yao's house today, and just say that the Tong family girl will never let him into the second room in her life."

After thinking about it, Mrs. Mo had only this reason.

"Mother, this..." Master Mo Er muttered dissatisfiedly: "Didn't you say that you will take her back when your son is born?"

Mrs. Mo glared at him coldly: "Is the woman important, or your future?"

The Yao family is obviously sharpening their knives. If this continues, the second master's future may be ruined.

Thus, a peachy dispute was planned by the elder of the Yao family, and the wind was calm, and the second master Mo swore that the third party would never come out.

But it also made Jin Hao's intelligence leave a deep impression on Mrs. Jin and Mr. Yao.

Jin Hao originally thought that driving Tong Xiangyu out would bring peace to the family, but she had never been involved in love in her previous life, and she didn't understand that a woman's heart was hurt, and many things would be different, and a man can't get angry after his wishes come true. not small.

Especially a man whose mind is full of images of other women.

As long as Master Mo Er thinks that he will never be able to bring such a wonderful person back in the future, his heart will be filled with evil fire, and he will not even step into Yao's room.

Jin Hao knew this situation, although she felt that this was good, but seeing Yao's increasingly haggard appearance, her heart ached like something.

Involuntarily, she whispered a few words in Mrs. Mo's ear, seemingly true and false, innocent and innocent.

After Mrs. Mo heard this, she felt that this was not a problem. If the family is in harmony and everything is going well, how can a husband and wife become enemies.

He called Master Mo Er and gave him another reprimand before letting him hold his feet high and enter Yao's room.

When Chunlan, who was guarding the door, saw Master Mo Er walking in, she was taken aback for a moment, and wanted to turn around and go back to her room in a hurry.

"Stop!" Master Mo Er felt unhappy, looking for trouble for nothing, and scolded: "What are you doing in such a panic? Is it Madam..."

"No, no..." Chunlan hurriedly shook her head, "Madam didn't..."

Master Mo Er let out a soft snort, and strode towards the room, but stood in front of the soft curtain in the inner room: there was a clicking sound in the inner room, as if something was being cut.

His exuberant anger subsided a little: Lijuan really cared about him, and she must have been working hard to make his summer clothes. She is always so virtuous, and the clothes for all seasons are prepared early, and the styles are novel and the workmanship is fine.

Thinking of Yao's gentleness and kindness in the past, he felt a little better.

Just when she was about to step in, she heard Yao's Qinglizhong's indifferent voice: "Cut these too."

"Ma'am, you sewed this up stitch by stitch by yourself, do you really have to cut it off?" Dongxue felt a little distressed, not for the wearer, but for Yao Shi who made the clothes.

Every stitch, every thread, contains too much affection, what is cut off now, where is the clothes, is the deep affection.

"People don't care, why should I be so courteous?" Yao seemed to see it through: "In the future, the second master's clothes should be handed over to the sewing room!"

In the past few days, her tears have dried up, and her life is like a dream, and it is all a nightmare.

But no matter what, she couldn't wake up. It was not easy for her and the master to achieve marriage.

Back then, although the Yao family was down and out, they were not down enough to marry someone with two houses on their shoulders.

During these years of marriage, she has always remembered the state of mind of that day, always loved him as before, also remembered his vows of that day, and remembered the sweet life of the past.

If it wasn't for remembering the oath made that day, if it wasn't for the extravagant desire in her heart, if it wasn't for the unwillingness in her heart, if it wasn't for that person being Da Fang's cousin, maybe she would have really let that woman in.

Maybe, in that way, life can go on peacefully.

But, if only if, and she is just an ordinary woman, and even a selfish mother.

If that woman is allowed to enter the door, Da Fang will join forces with her, and I am afraid that she and her daughter will have no status at all in the future.

She could ignore herself, but she couldn't ignore Nian Jinhao.

Look, she's not that stupid, is she?

Before, I just loved him!

She figured it out, if she gave up, if she didn't have extravagant hopes, her life would be easier, so she started by not caring about him, cutting off her tenderness.

Starting today, her hope, her reliance, will no longer be him.

People say that if you can't keep a man's heart, you need to keep his body.

But, she thought, if she can't keep her heart, what's the use of her body.

Force, where is happiness?
In fact, the breaking of love was not as painful as she thought. Although it was painful, even though it was like a knife stabbing pain, it was not unbearable.

Hearing this, Master Mo Er still doesn't understand what, dare to say, the master and servant are cutting his clothes.

His complexion changed suddenly, black face, cold brows, he opened the curtain with one hand, looked at the rags on the table, he strode forward, even staggering a bit, reached out to pick up a fragment, light blue in color, There are a few green bamboos embroidered on the corner of the clothes, which is exactly the style of his summer shirts in previous years.

As if his eyes were burned by this small rag, Master Mo Er's chest was suddenly ignited with raging anger.

Amidst the rage, there was panic and fear that he himself did not realize.

Feeling, something vaguely gushes out from the heart, the heart seems to be missing a corner, no longer complete.

Holding the piece of rag tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of the hand popped up, like earthworms, spreading on the arms, and his face was even more like dark clouds, with the fury before the storm.

(End of this chapter)