Mo Shao chases his wife

Chapter 21 Good, Your Sister, Good

"In this case, you should get married as soon as possible! Take your mother over too! Let her enjoy some blessings!" Mr. Mo hurriedly urged.

"Ah?" An Xiaoyu was taken aback, "This, this is not appropriate..."

"It's suitable! Why isn't it suitable! The two of you can hold a wedding banquet on an auspicious day! Hurry up and give birth to a big fat boy for me!" God knows that he was going crazy thinking about hugging his great-grandson.

"Did you hear that? Brat!" He blew his beard and stared at Mo Hanchen again, afraid that the grandson would not agree.

"Good grandpa." To the surprise of the old man, Mo Hanchen readily agreed.

Now it was An Xiaoyu's turn to be shocked.

Good sister, good? !Isn't it okay to deal with it? !Didn't you just say in the car that you don't want to get married? !How can this play continue? !

The anger in An Xiaoyu's heart suddenly rose, and she turned her head to stare at Mo Hanchen, trying to use her eyes to hint him to take back what he just said.

Unexpectedly, after feeling her angry eyes, a black-bellied person only returned her with a sweet smile.

An Xiaoyu was so angry that she raised her foot and wanted to stomp on him, but unexpectedly, she stomped on the hard marble tile instead of his foot, which made her foot hurt.

"Hiss..." He couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Mo looked at An Xiaoyu.

"No, it's nothing." An Xiaoyu pretended to be calm, and squinted at Mo Hanchen, who was beside him who seemed nothing had happened.

This damned bastard!It hurts me!
"Okay, grandpa, you've seen my girlfriend too. It's getting late, and I have to take her home." Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Mo Hanchen got up, pushed the chair back to its original position, pulled An Xiaoyu up, and planned to leave.

Mr. Mo looked at the big clock on the wall and found that it was close to eleven o'clock, so he didn't stay here any longer, "Oh, it's so late, you send this child home, I should go up to rest too up"

"Goodbye, Grandpa." Although she hated the shabby person beside her extremely, An Xiaoyu still had a good impression of this old grandpa, and said goodbye to him politely.

"Goodbye" the old man went upstairs with a smile.

"Let's go, wife." Mo Hanchen took An Xiaoyu's hand and walked towards the gate of Mo's house.

An Xiaoyu didn't resist at all, and held her breath forcefully, until she got out of the gate of Mo's house before bursting out, throwing off Mo Hanchen's hand, and raised her hand to punch Mo Hanchen's handsome face.

"What's the matter?" Mo Hanchen opened his palm to easily catch her small fist, and then closed his palm to hold her hand in it.

Frowning, this girl's habits are really bad, she moves her fists every now and then, it seems that she needs to spend some effort to change it...

"Let me ask you! Did you already know that grandpa would force a marriage! Did you plan to trick me from the beginning?!" An Xiaoyu immediately withdrew her hand and glared at Mo Hanchen angrily.

"How come? Didn't I tell you in the car just now that I don't want to get married so early?" A black-bellied person pretended to be innocent.

"Then why did you promise grandpa to get married?! I already hinted at you with my eyes, don't you understand!" An Xiaoyu was so angry that she wanted to jump up and pinch someone's neck, but knowing that her arms could not twist her thighs, she could only use Her eyes expressed her anger.

"Isn't this just to make grandpa happy? Look at how happy grandpa is"

"Your grandpa is so happy! You have made me miserable! How can this play continue! Is it possible that you are really married?!" An Xiaoyu was a little broken, thinking that she could owe him money by pretending to be his girlfriend The favor is returned, which is good, there is no end to it!

"I think it's okay, you're not married and I'm not married, so it's a good match." Mo Hanchen would only use his shameless spirit to the extreme when facing the little woman in front of him.

"Come on you big-headed ghost! I don't want to act with you! Just tell grandpa that we broke up! Just find another woman to act in!" An Xiaoyu decisively rejected his proposal.

"Then if you really don't want to, forget it, after all, I never thought of forcing you to act with me in the first place." Mo Hanchen's style of painting suddenly changed, and his brows were stained with melancholy and regret.

This sudden retreat made An Xiaoyu a little at a loss.

(End of this chapter)