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"Of course, you are so big in your villa, which makes me can't wait to see where you work and sleep." Gu xiatong finished, took the lead to go up.

There are many rooms upstairs. Looking at the opening of one room by one in couxiatong, although the layout is exquisite, she knows that those rooms are not ink-resistant.

Mo Yufeng let Gu xiatong visit around, went to the study, closed the door, do not know what to do in it.

Like an adventure, looking for, Gu xiatong found the room where ink is at the end of the corridor.

Opening the door, there is no accident. Mo Yufeng, a person, sometimes Gu xiatong, wants to say that he is old-fashioned, and the room is still consistent with his temperament, but it is only more detailed. From some clues, he has lived here for a long time.

It seems that the gap between him and his father is not shallow.

After visiting the room, Gu xiatong came out, and saw Mo Yufeng coming out of the study. He held a box in his hand, and he didn't know what it contained.

"Go to see your mother." Mo Yufeng said, pulling Gu xiatong's downstairs, toward the cemetery of Mo Yufeng mother they had been to last time.

On the first day of the new year, there is also a custom to clean the graves of the deceased relatives. In order to let them feel the celebration of the new year before they live, they can tell them that the living people are still all well.

The picture in front of us is still the soft and beautiful face. The snow does not cover her style. The gentle smile is gently hanging on her mouth. A gentle beauty suddenly appears on the paper.

For this "mother" she had seen before, it may be because of the ink imperial wind, she did not exclude the term "mother" for the first time.

Gu xiatong saw Mo Yufeng put the box in front of the tombstone, and did not hear him speak.

But Gu xiatong has an intuition that silence is better than thousands of words at this time. The man with less words is not cold in his heart.

When walking, the box was carried back by the ink Yufeng, not back to the previous study, but put it on the car, and then went to the main villa with Gu xiatong.

Just walked in, the atmosphere was condensing, Gu xiatong felt a pressing momentum and came, with a few silk of danger.

"You are willing to come back, but still so stubborn, and also with this woman." The ink shock sky a roar, the voice is as if to break the sky.

"Since you don't like it, we can leave." Mo Yu Feng said that he would rise.

"Be wild! Sit down for me! " Mo Zhentian roared sternly, and the cane in his hand stamped the ground, and he could see that he was on the edge of the explosion.

Mo Yufeng still stood up, "old man, I said that you can no longer make any decision for me. Today, I came back with Xia Tong just to see my mother. Since the goal has been achieved, we will not disturb you."

"You dare!" The eyes of the dark shock sky are big, with a little anger and unbelievable.

Mo Yufeng did not speak, and directly proved that he dared not dare with action.

Just out of the door, Gu xiatong felt that his ear flew over a thing quickly. Then he heard a loud bang. An old antique ceramic lay on the ground and became a "corpse".

See Mo resist wind not stop, Mo Zhentian smashed several times, smashed nearby things thoroughly, back to God, to meet him is empty door.

"I am angry, it's just mad. This stinky boy is so hard to worry about and be against me." Mo Zhentian walk around stop, no place to vent the anger on the body.

"Master, you still slow down, angry is not good for your health." Li Qiang is always persuasive.

"Hum, angry or let him make a noise, give me a xiamawei at the beginning of the year, especially for me not to find a happy, I would rather not have this son."

"This..." Li Qiang is smart and keeps silent.

He wanted to say that if this son is not available, you should be worried about the successor of the Mohist family.

But he didn't dare to say that, say more wrong, each other know each other well.

From the old house, Gu xiatong looked at the box in his arms, and was curious, "ink is the wind, what is it in it? Never seen you look so precious. "

"Just open it and see." Mo Yu wind, looking at the car, continued to drive.

Gu xiatong has a little bit of consternation, Mo Yufeng to her so assured?

But after all, I can not resist the curiosity of my heart. Gu xiatong takes out the key from the ink to the wind and opens the box.

"Click" a, the box opens.

Open the box, look at the things in it, Gu xiatong is stunned.

"This is the jewelry of the mother's accompanying marriage. It is said that it was inherited from the ancestor's generation. It was a long time ago, and it was said to pass on to her daughter-in-law."

Speaking of this, Mo Yu wind stopped talking, even if he did not say it, Gu xiatong would understand.

Value is not very high, Gu xiatong's mind jumped out of four words, at the same time the heart shaking.

I can't see my mother-in-law, but I have built a bridge of friendship in the invisible. Only by looking at her face, I know that Mo Yufeng's mother is a good person to get along with, but I didn't expect her to be so interested in her daughter-in-law in the future."It's good that you married me. Otherwise, no one will be jealous." Gu xiatong is also in love with that set of tidying up.

Even though I am used to a wide variety of jewelry, big and small, and top-level production of various brands is not a problem, I feel that those jewelry have become worthless compared with the one in hand.

At first glance, it is emerald green. If you look closely, you can see the luster of obsidian. Then you can see that the blue light flashes, and the red color reflects each other. Finally, it converges into a noble purple.

All kinds of colors mixed together, do not appear mixed, but unique a kind of luxurious temperament, if this is really worn on the body, absolutely lining the person is more delicate than flowers.

Mo Yufeng ignores her narcissism and concentrates on driving.

Not long after, the car drove to a fork in the road, turned right into the city center, left turn is another different road.

"Mo Yufeng, turn left." Gu xiatong put the jewelry in the box, put the box on his leg, looked out of the window at the street view, this moment with a bit of cold look.

Mo Yufeng does not doubt that there is him, turn directly and drive to the left.

Listening to Gu xiatong's report of the destination, Mo Yufeng's eyes flashed a little clear, nothing said, respect her words, the car finally stopped in the cemetery.

Some cars have been stopped here, and some people who miss their relatives come to visit. It seems that it is more lively for a while.

Buy a bunch of flowers, Gu xiatong and Mo Yufeng step on the stairs to the final destination.

They stop in front of one of the tombstones. Gu xiatong puts down the bouquet and stands there like a sculpture.

This time, the change of ink Yufeng accompanied her, waiting for her to calm down his emotions.