Mr.Huo spoils his wife deeply

"What are you talking about?" Mo yaoxiong said sternly, "your mother is still recovering in the hospital. It's still a holiday today. Now you say you want to move out alone? What do you want Xu Jing to think of our Mohist school? "

Qu Yunyao sobbed softly, "I asked the doctor today, saying that my mother's injury is very serious this time, and the recovery time will take at least three months. After these three months, the work may be lost. Moreover, even if she recovers well later, it will affect the daily operation of her hands, and she may even be unable to play the violin."

Hearing these words, moyao xiongton felt even more guilty.

"My mother can only play the violin. In the future, in case her hand has sequelae, she can't play the piano again. I really don't know what to do, sobbing..."

"I have a great responsibility for your mother's injury." Mo yaoxiong sighed, "don't worry, I will find the best orthopedic doctor to cure your mother's hand. Also, you can live here at ease and regard it as your own home. I'll talk about her later. "

"No, uncle." Qu Yunyao is very considerate. "I'm really bad. I shouldn't wear white clothes at night to scare her."

"She's too timid. Since her mother died, she didn't dare to sleep alone. Maybe she was too scared just now, so she had auditory hallucinations and misunderstood you. Promise her uncle not to worry about her. You're sisters. You should help each other and get along well with each other."

Qu Yunyao nodded, "uncle, it's getting late. Please rest early."

"OK, you go back and have a rest early."

"Yes."

Turning around, Qu Yunyao immediately showed a proud smile on her face.

Ink is the only one.

That night in Haicheng, if it weren't for your sudden disturbance, how could I drink that glass of wine?

How did that dead fat pig take my virginity?

Don't worry, I'll get all this back from you.

Every minute, every inch, you have to get it back!

**

Xiao Yebai came back at more than 11 o'clock at night.

Back to the villa, in the living room on the first floor, aunt Zhou was still sitting on the sofa. When she saw Xiao Ye, Bai like got up, "master Xiao, princess, she was angry."

"What's the matter?"

After hearing what happened in the evening, the man frowned slightly and said, "I know. Go down and have a rest first."

"OK, young master Xiao."

Xiao Yebai came upstairs and opened the empty door. Mo was the only one calling. Seeing Xiao Yebai, he immediately said to the other end, "Wan Wan, Xiaobai is back. Don't say it first."

Hang up the phone, Mo only looked at him, his eyes were red and terrible, and there was a touch of jiaochen in his voice, "how did you come back?"

Xiao Yebai walked over. She had got up and directly hugged the man's waist. Wei qubaba began to complain, "I was scared to death just now, but my father didn't believe me. I really heard someone knocking at the door more than once. I knocked three times every time. It was obvious that it was intentional. My ears are not deaf..."

Finally, she raised her head, pouted and asked, "Xiaobai, do you believe me?"

The man looked at her with dark eyes and his voice was warm and clean, "HMM."

Mo only felt relieved, buried his face in his arms again, and said foolishly, "I knew that no one could be trusted, only Xiaobai believed me."

**

The next afternoon.

Qu Yunyao came back from the hospital. As soon as she returned to Beiyuan villa, she saw a group of people standing at the door doing something.

She walked quickly over. "What are you doing?"

"Miss watch." Rong an replied hard, "according to master Xiao's instructions, all villas in the old house, including important buildings, must be equipped with monitoring systems."

"What?" Qu Yunyao's face turned white. "Why should you install surveillance here for me? I'm not a prisoner. "

"Miss Biao misunderstood. Last night, the princess was frightened and installed monitoring to ensure the safety of everyone, including Miss Biao."

"But I'm not used to installing cameras in my residence. This is an invasion of my privacy. I'm uncomfortable. I'm not used to it!" Qu Yunyao screamed hysterically.

I heard for the first time that a camera would be installed at home.

This is not clear. Is mo the only one who suspects her, so he is abusing the right of the eldest lady?

What's the difference between this and surveillance?

"Miss watch." Rong'an is still rigid, "if you live here, you must follow the rules here."

"What do you mean?" Qu Yunyao immediately twisted her eyes.

This Mo's only dog leg!

Every time I talk, it's so ugly that the dog follows the master!

"It's just a bodyguard. Why do you talk to me like that?" She lowered her voice, "don't think that if you follow Mo, you can ignore anyone! Even if I can't fire you, I have some ways to cure you! "

"Sorry." Rong an looked at her. Her expression and tone were cold and old-fashioned. It didn't seem to be an apology. "This thing is also agreed by master Mo himself. If Miss Biao has an opinion, she can ask the master to mention it. I'll do it first."

Then he turned around and ordered the servants to continue working.

Qu Yunyao stood there, angry for a long time, and finally had to go back to the house angrily.

**

I don't know if there was a monitoring relationship. In the next few days, the old house was calm.

But Mo only began to lose a good face to Qu Yunyao.

Although she doesn't understand, why does this cousin play tricks to scare her?

Soon, the holiday ended and Nancheng officially entered the golden autumn October.

On this day, Mo only came to school and said the first thing she said when she met Su Pang, "how's it going? Did I use the gift for you and President Huo?"

Su was stunned, "ah... Er... Not yet."

"Why not?" Mo only frowns.

Su pengpeng: "

I won't tell her I'm in a cold war with someone.

And she took it home and threw it in the drawer. She didn't open it at all, and she didn't know what it contained.

"Use it quickly. Tell me if it's big enough, comfortable or not, how strong it is, cool or not."

Su pengpeng: "

How come the more you listen, the more you feel wrong?