Immediately marriage: Mr.Li, I want your hug

Gu Qian stood on the roadside. Mrs. Mo walked in with expensive crocodile skin platinum bags and high heels. Gu Qian followed up silently until she entered the box on the second floor.

Gu Qian followed Mrs. Mo into the bag. As soon as he turned around, he saw Mrs. Mo slap her in the face. Gu Qian subconsciously shrunk back, and Kaman avoided Mrs. Mo's slap.

Unexpectedly, her evasive behavior angered Mrs. Mo, and she slapped her again.

Gu Qian's eyes are quick and his hands are quick. Before his brain responds, his hands have grasped Mrs. Mo's wrist. These years, she has been cleaning and repairing in the temple. She has a lot of strength to chop firewood and carry water every day. She is no longer Gu Qian, who was weak and uninhibited in the past.

Mrs. Mo earned her arm, but she couldn't break her grip. She stared at Gu Qian angrily, her voice was heavy and oppressive, "let go!"

Gu Qian looked at Mrs. Mo with angry eyes, and a sense of sadness surged in his heart. In the final analysis, she had lived in the Mohist family for more than ten years, and Mrs. Mo had never regarded her as a relative.

She released her hand, slowly stepped back and opened the distance between them. She said faintly, "madam, you came to me. Do you have something to say to me?"

Mrs. Mo rubbed her wrists and snorted with disdain. Then she turned and went to the sofa to sit down. She looked at Gu Qian and said in a cold voice, "come and kneel down!"

Gu Qian frowned and stood there motionless. "If you come to me and have something to say, I'm all ears. If you just come to find fault, then I won't accompany you."

Gu Qian didn't know that Mrs. Mo already knew her identity, so she could stand up against Mrs. Mo at this time, but then Mrs. Mo snorted coldly, "it's not too much for me to let you come and kneel down because you have eaten the food of my Mohist family for more than ten years."

Gu Qian suddenly stared at Mrs. Mo in disbelief. Her ears were buzzing. She knew she was Gu Qian?

Her heart suddenly tightened. She knew that as long as she and Mo Beichen continued to get tangled, Mrs. Mo would know sooner or later that she was Gu Qian.

She still stood there without moving. After the panic, she calmed down slowly. She said, "if you come to trouble me, I'll go first."

When Mrs. Mo saw that she really turned and left, she stood up angrily and shouted, "Gu Qian, have you turned your back? Don't even listen to me now? "

After Gu Qian's footsteps, she didn't look back, but said faintly: "madam, as early as five years ago, you personally poured abortion medicine into my mouth and knocked out your own grandson. From that moment on, your kindness to my upbringing has been even."

Mrs. Mo sneered, "Oh! I said you were feeding an unfamiliar white eyed wolf. If so, you really forget who took you out of the orphanage, who was good to eat, wear and use for you, and who made you accept the education that others dream of. That's how you repay our upbringing? "

Gu Qian was in pain. She turned around and calmly looked at Mrs. Mo, "you have nurtured me, and I don't want to repay it, so I know myself. The farther away from the Mo family, the better. We don't interfere with each other. Why do you appear in front of me and find yourself unhappy?"

Murph was happy. She took out a stack of photos from her platinum bag and threw them at her feet. Gu Qian looked down. It was the picture of Mo Beichen looking for her on the Lantern Festival. She bit her lower lip slightly.

Mrs. Mo said, "at the beginning, I warned you not to let me see you together, otherwise I will not spare you. Gu Qian, chener will be engaged to xiaojue soon, and you are an orphan who can't climb the hall of elegance. I hope you can recognize your identity and don't pester Beichen any more."

Gu Qian's teeth were deep in her lips. She even tasted a bloody taste. Her eyes moved away from those photos and fell on Mrs. Mo's face. The elegant lady's face was full of disdain and contempt, which made her heart ache.

She didn't know when Mrs. Mo knew that she was Gu Qian, but it didn't matter. The important thing was that she wouldn't let Mrs. Mo look down on her. She said, "it's no use warning me. I'd be grateful if you could persuade my brother not to come to me again."

Mrs. Mo looked at her indifferent look and was very angry. Her son was so excellent. Why did she treat him with such a disgusting attitude? She stood up and said coldly, "you are really an unfamiliar white eyed wolf. Also, don't say that wild seed is my own grandson."

Gu Qian clenched his fist firmly. "You always say he's a wild species, so what evidence do you have to prove that it's not big brother's child? When I was with him, I didn't do anything wrong to him. "

"No?" Mrs. Mo walked slowly to Gu Qian. "You and the man named Shen Changqing flirted all day and didn't return all night. You are so dissolute. What can I believe you? The child in your belly is the seed of our Mohist school?"

Gu Qianyi's heart was broken into thousands of pieces. What heinous thing did she do to let Mrs. Mo slander her reputation in this way? With tears in her eyes, "I haven't done it!"

Mrs. Mo didn't come to discuss it with her now. She came to Gongzhou by car for so long just to warn her, "Gu Qian, don't let me see you seduce Beichen again, otherwise I will never let you go."

Mrs. Mo said, picked up the platinum bag, pushed her aside, opened the door and went out.

"Bang", as the sound of high-heeled shoes gradually went away, Gu Qian's world was completely quiet and tears rolled down. She looked down at the stack of photos. She squatted down slowly and picked up the photos one by one.

The photos are secretly taken. Some are very close, so they are taken clearly, some are far away, and tourists come and go. They are a little fuzzy, but whether they are clear or fuzzy, Mobei dust is a dazzling existence.

But she, who followed him, was so small that she became a background.

She had never seen her existence from the perspective of a third person. It turned out that she was like this around him. She looked at his eyes full of love. When he looked at her, she was quietly hidden by her, leaving only indifference.

She carefully protected her heart and was still broken in the end.

She pressed the photo to her heart and cried more urgently. It turned out that there was always a difference between cloud and mud. Whether it was his forced marriage seven years ago or her intention seven years later, they will never be able to cross everything and get together again.

After a long time, her mood calmed down, put the picture in the down jacket bag, and then got up and left the box.