My Previous Fraternal Twins

At this time, Tang Wanrou's mind was full of Mo Zichen's concern for himself. All when Mo Yuxin was transparent, she ignored her at all.

Mo Yuxin was upset when she saw that she regarded herself as the air. She came forward and grabbed Tang Wanrou's arm and mocked: "don't daydream. Brother Zichen is just looking at the child in your stomach. After all, he is a kind person in Mohism."

Listening to what she said, I couldn't help thinking of the appearance of Mo Zehai and the woman just now, and then thinking about her mother-in-law. It seems that I also have some understanding in my heart, why she always has a straight face.

It's ferocious to everyone. After all, a woman can't get the nourishment of love for a long time, and she has to defend her man like an iron warrior every day.

No one can live the so-called happiness.

Tang Wanrou will still feel uncomfortable after being hit by Mo Yuxin.

She stopped and said coldly word by word: "Mo Yuxin, don't forget that you are not a good thing in other people's eyes, not much better than me."

"If there were no uncle behind you to support you silently and pay for you, your life would be in a mess."

Tang Wanrou spits out all the words in her heart at one breath. Her chin is slightly raised. She looks like she is the queen and stares at Mo Yuxin proudly.

But Mo Yuxin not only didn't get angry, but showed a deeper smile on her face: "what you said is really right. It's the same with the background. Anyway, I'm the same. Even in the end, someone will want it. At least brother Shi Chen will soon become my man."

She deliberately stepped forward and gently asked in Tang Wanrou's ear, "at least I can get the people you don't get soon, and you can only keep a home and a man all your life like your mother-in-law."

Mo Yuxin stood up straight and walked forward with a brisk pace. The natural and unrestrained she had not seen for a long time immediately showed up in her back.

Tang Wanrou stared at her leaving figure, and her hands could not help holding tightly.

But when she thought that Tang Wanxin was soon rolled out of Liancheng, left Mo Shichen's side, and returned to the appearance of living alone with two little guys, her heart suddenly overflowed with deep joy.

For her, as long as she can beat her, what she is doing now is worth it.

Tang Wanrou looked at the distant Mo Yuxin and couldn't help accelerating her pace. One hand was subconsciously held on to her stomach.

She still cherishes this hard won child. After all, not everyone can conceive of his seed.

Thinking that her child would be as lovely as Tang Wanxin's two little guys after birth, she couldn't help but have a sweet smile on her face.

The hand on the stomach is as careful as touching any precious cultural relics, with a full sense of joy.

And Mo Zichen's ward was suddenly deserted for a while.

The fragrance of Su Qizhi's perfume remained in the room.

The Mohist master's mother's eyebrows were slightly frozen. She got up in some displeasure and opened all the windows in the ward.

Feeling that it was not breathable enough, he picked up the remote control and turned on all the ventilation fresh air systems in the room.

She seemed to want to take everything about Su Qizhi out of her mind.

Mo Zichen knew that she felt bad and comforted: "Mom, he has always been like this, if!"

"If you are unhappy, we can leave Mohism and live our own life," he continued.

When the master mother of Mohism heard what he said, she couldn't help laughing at herself: "I've been in Mohism for so many years and see that the good day is coming. Why should I give up my hand to others? Zichen, cheer up. Don't be compared by others. You should be for your mother this time."

At the end, her tone was full of expectation.

There was a trace of distressing haggard on the graceful face.

Mozi Chen's heart seemed to be stabbed by something sharp and shrunk fiercely.

Stretch out a hand and put it on the back of the master mother of Mohism, patted it gently, and said weakly, "OK, I promise you."

After hearing Mozi Chen's promise, the dark eyes of the master mother of the Mohist School suddenly lit up.

Some excitedly grabbed Mozi Chen's hand and approached him: "do you really agree to help your mother?"

"Well, you have been wronged for me all these years." he lowered his head and said in a low voice.

He never promised his mother what he wanted to be president of Mohs, but he didn't want to have any positive conflict with MOH Shichen.

For him, Mo Shichen has always been a big brother. His heart has always believed that brothers should help each other, rather than intrigue like now.

If it had not been for the appearance of Su Qizhi today to let him see such a situation with his own eyes, he might not have made such a choice.

He has been selfish for so many years and should fulfill his mother's wish.

It took a long time for the master mother of Mohism to recover from her happy mood.

She looked up with a smile and said to Mozi Chen, "don't worry, mom has everything ready, just wait for your words."

His eyes swept lightly on his mother's face, but the smile from the corners of her eyes was particularly moving.

In his mind, Rong Wanxian didn't seem to show such a real smile for a long time. It seems that she is really happy at this time.

Mo Zichen looked up and looked out of the window in a low mood.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly and slanted into the ward from the large French window. It was very warm!

But at this time, Mozi Chen always felt like a lonely existence. Even under the package of the sun, his heart could not warm up.

After a long time, he remembered the negative news about Mo Shichen on the Internet that Mo Yuxin said.

Mo Zichen was curious about what kind of news could make his father so angry.

Turning back to Rong Wanxian, she said, "Mom, lend me your cell phone."

"What do you want to see?" Rong Wanxian asked knowingly.

Mo Zichen replied without raising his head: "news."

She opened the web page of her mobile phone directly and filled Mo Zichen's eyes with the news about Mo Shichen.

He carefully looked up every news about Mo Shichen. Some of them said too much, and he couldn't help tightening Mo Zichen's hands.

Due to Rong Wanxian's presence, Mo Zichen didn't show so obvious on his face.

Rong Wanxian felt his emotion, so she stretched out a hand on the back of his hand and patted, "people will change. It's hard to tell whether it's true or false."

Mo Zichen pursed his lips and said nothing. He just raised his eyes and looked at the sun outside the window.