Lustful Auntie

"You will be in Yanjing tomorrow," Liu said softly.

"Grandpa Liu, don't I take good care of you? What's wrong? You put it forward to Ying'er, and I can't change it?" stunned at what Liu said, Ying'er's body trembled violently, and her face turned a little white. It seemed that she didn't want to go back.

"It's not that you take care of me badly. I'll suffer if you take care of me here." old Liu waved his hand and stopped Yinger from going on. Seeing that Ying'er was anxious to cry, old Liu patted Ying'er gently, pressed ~ Mo's hand on his shoulder and said, "your grandfather has been serving me all his life. Since he left, he can't find a careful person like your grandfather. Now the family sends you to accompany me. What's the matter? Let me go down and see old Hong tou."

Hong Ying wanted to say something. She opened her mouth, but swallowed it back.

"Go back and tell my family that I have always remembered Lao Hong. He Wudao forced him to die. I will settle this account with the Ye family." a touch of sadness flashed on Lao Liu's face, but an angry hatred flashed in his eyes.

When she said this, Hong Ying's eyes were red. Two crystal tears fell from her eyes. She quickly wiped them away secretly for fear of being found by old Liu.

"Then i... then I'll go back tomorrow." it seemed that Liu was determined to ask her to leave. Hong Ying bit her lip, then nodded and said.

"Well, I'll ask Mo Lao to take you to the airport tomorrow," Liu said in a deep voice.

Looking at old Liu's bleak back, Hong Ying doesn't know what she's thinking. Her expression is complex and abnormal.

After Mo Lao returned to his room, he immediately picked up his mobile phone and dialed several calls, and then informed him that tomorrow's action was cancelled.

Although many people don't understand why Mo Lao suddenly made this decision, everyone carried it out silently.

After the call, Mo Lao looked at the collection on the wall and said silently, "Ye family, this account, I will run back to you bit by bit. Since Mr. Liu won't let you move this time, let you go."

"Dong Dong Dong..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Mo Lao frowned and said in a loud voice, "please come in."

With the sound falling, a girl in a white dress came in, with a quiet smile on her face and shouted, "Dad."

Seeing the girl coming in, Mo Lao stood up from his chair and said, "Ziyan, when did you arrive? You don't call your father."

"There's nothing wrong with the school sports meeting these days. I just want to see you." the girl went over and hugged Mo Lao, and then said happily, "Dad, I drew some pictures. You'll show them to me later."

"Well, my daughter's painting must be very beautiful." Mo lovingly stroked his daughter's hair and his face was full of fatherly tenderness. At the moment, he is not old, just an old man enjoying the happiness of his family.

The girl is his only daughter, but father and daughter spend too little time together. Many times, Mo Lao spends his time on how to avenge the family. But he was also glad that his daughter was very good. Although he suffered a lot when he was a child, he never showed any complaints. He loved collecting these years, and his daughter also liked painting. Almost every painting she painted was collected by Mo Lao as if it were genuine.

The only regret for Mo Lao is that the girl's mother died earlier, and she has been lack of maternal love. There is not much communication with him. Therefore, he devoted almost all the fatherly love he could provide.

Mo Lao followed his daughter to her room, then looked at every picture she drew, and his eyes could not hide his appreciation and comfort. After reading the painting, his heart suddenly moved and seemed to think of something. He quietly asked his daughter, "by the way, Ziyan, there is a man named Ye Fan in your school, do you know?"

"Ye Fan? It seems that there is a freshman." the girl nodded and said, "Dad, what are you doing with this?"

"Oh, how is he doing at school?" Mo Lao pulled a chair and sat down, looking at his daughter.

"All right? I'm still a bully." the girl seems to have some impression of Ye Fan, but she just can't remember where she met.

"Little bully..." Mo Lao's face flashed a complex look. Looking up at the woman, he suddenly flashed an attention in his mind, but the idea just flashed away. He really didn't want to involve his daughter in this matter.

She sighed silently in her heart and said: Ziyan, my father didn't give you the happiness you want in his life. How can I use you in this matter.

After thinking about it, he gave up.

"Let's go. Today I'll arrange the people below to cook something delicious for you." Mo Lao saw his daughter Ziyan's painting, then stood up from his chair and smiled.

Mo Ziyan stared at her father, then pursed her lips, shook her head and said, "Dad, can I have a bowl of fried noodles you made?"

Mo Lao was stunned for a moment, but his heart trembled slightly.

"Yes." Mo nodded gently, then walked outside, but his eyes were a little wet,

Daughter, Dad owes you so much. Just now he almost asked you to attract Ye Fan first, so as to make him fall into a place of eternal doom. Hey

Seeing her father's back, Mo Ziyan also flashed a complex look on her face, as if she remembered something, a melancholy face. But she said softly in her heart, "Ye Fan? What kind of person are you? Why does my father know you and suddenly mention you?"

Mo Ziyan's heart suddenly became a little curious

……

At 9:30 in the morning, Ye Fan got up from G, took a hot bath first, and then put on a suit of clothes he went out to buy yesterday afternoon. Originally, he was well dressed. With this suit, he looked tall and handsome. And his body is particularly strong, giving people a very masculine feeling. That kind of man's taste, exudes incisively and vividly.

As soon as I got dressed, my cell phone rang. It was Li Qiang.

"Ye Shao, I'll drive over to pick you up. I don't have an invitation and I can't get in..." as soon as the phone was connected, Li Qiang's voice came over.

Indeed, although Li Qiang is the young master of the Li family, he is not qualified to receive the invitation from the Sikong family. If ye fan hadn't brought it in, I'm afraid he really couldn't get in.

"Well, bring me some breakfast." Ye Fan looked at the time and said.

"Oh," Li Qiang said happily, and then hung up the phone.

Hang up the phone, just entered the living room on the first floor, Andre's phone also called