The real lady of rebirth

Chapter 141

Mo Shengfan was silent for a moment, and said as if he had made up his mind: "Can you give Dad a little more time? After all, she is pregnant with a child, so don't end up killing someone."

Mo Qinghuan raised his hand and looked at his watch, "It's five o'clock, give me an answer before nine o'clock in the evening."

"Qing Huan!" Mo Shengfan was slightly annoyed, "Are you going to force me like this?"

"Father was joking. I gave you three days. It's not me, but them who really forced you." She didn't think Mo Shengfan didn't understand this, but he still wanted to stay on both sides, threatening her with the urgency of the situation. compromise.

Really treat her as a soft persimmon, pinch it as she wants, if she gives in this time, she will be asked to give in every time in the future, otherwise she is wrong, she is not so stupid.

Mo Shengfan had never been so hard-pressed in his whole life. He was forced into this situation by Zhao Yuya and Mo Qinghuan. He already hated them to the core, but before he got what he wanted, he had to coax them.

He said earnestly: "Qing Huan, think about how kind my father was to you in the past, and give you what you want. These days have indeed made you wronged, but you can't deny that I am very good to you, can you? If you remember My good, just be considerate of me this time, don't make it so hard for me, okay?"

There is no reason to say, have you started playing the family card?
Mo Qinghuan knew that he was being pushed into a hurry, and he would do anything, otherwise he would not have kicked her out of the house in his previous life, leaving her to fend for herself without paying attention.

The softer his attitude is now, the harder he will get it back from her in the future. This is the lesson of Mo Qinghuan's blood.

Mo Qinghuan said: "It's okay not to divorce, but they must move out of Mo's house, otherwise nothing will be discussed."

The accounts have not been settled yet, give them some breathing time first, and then calculate slowly.

Mo Shengfan saw her let go, although it was not the result he wanted, but at least bought some time, so he agreed.

I don’t know how Mo Shengfan handled it. Anyway, Zhao Yuya and Mo Ziting moved to another house in the Mo family that night, a small apartment. Compared with the Mo family villa, the environment is much worse, but it is still very spacious for the two of them to live in. of.

They moved out, and Mo Qinghuan naturally packed up his things and came back from the hotel. As soon as he entered the door, he met the angry old lady Mo, "Don't come back if you have the ability, because even a trivial matter makes trouble, arrogant and selfish, I don’t know whose character I inherited.”

Mo Qinghuan looked straight at her, "Say I can, don't get involved with my mother."

"Why can't I say it?" Mrs. Mo saw that Mo Qinghuan was not pleasing to the eye anywhere, and her tone became more and more mocking, "If she hadn't insisted on marrying into the Mo family back then, who would have married her? Marrying some daughter-in-law You don’t even look like that, you have a bitter face all day long, as if you’ve been wronged so much, you can’t even have a son, and you’re ashamed to be wronged, but the daughter you gave birth to is a tricky and domineering one, a family that’s been ruined by you two !"

"Snapped!"

Mo Qinghuan raised the vase at hand and slammed it at it. The fragments bounced all over the floor, frightening the old lady Mo, "What are you doing? Do you still want to do something to me?"

"Don't insult my mother!" Mo Qinghuan's face was cold, with angry flames in his eyes, "Without my mother, where would the Mo family be today? Blow up all the benefits, turn around and yell, do you still want?" Face? If you can be as human as you are, you won't be afraid of lightning strikes!"

"Okay, you dare to curse me!" Mrs. Mo was panting with anger, clutching her chest as if about to faint, "What evil did I do, why did I have such a granddaughter, what will happen to me for the rest of my life?" Live..."

She sat on the sofa with her chest drooping, competing with the mourning old woman on TV.

(End of this chapter)