Mysterious president, get away from me!

Mr. Zhao still ignored mu Chenhan. His eyes were just staring at Mo Ling. His wrinkled face gradually looked disappointed. He shook his head and said sadly, "it's also my fault. I didn't care about you in the early years, and then I couldn't control you. Now, your wings are hard, and I can't control you. Later, I won't care about you. Just do what you want."

He seemed to have given up his heart to her, and his tone showed a sense of alienation and indifference. Mo Ling was in a panic and quickly hugged his arm, "grandfather, I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong, please forgive me, don't ignore me..."

"I can't control you any more. What else do you do?" Master Zhao opened her hand and stood up without looking at her.

"Grandfather, I'm sorry, please forgive me..."

Mo Ling ran up to him, hugged his legs, knelt on the ground, and cried, "grandfather, please, don't ignore me, don't ignore me..."

Mr. Zhao turned his back to her, and his back was slightly arched. His fingers, like withered branches, held the crutches tightly. He was silent for a few seconds, and his voice was a little hoarse. "I'll ask you again, you must be with the boy named mu?"

Mo Ling kneels on the ground, hugs his legs and cries silently. Her tears wet his trouser legs. She clenches her lips tightly. Her heart aches and she can't give up at all.

Her silence had made master Zhao understand the answer. He sneered and said, "well, another desperate woman for love. One day, you will be as regretful as your mother!"

"Grandfather..."

"Don't call me grandfather in the future!"

Zhao's fingers trembled slightly, and his knuckles turned white. He pulled his legs out of her arms and walked away without looking back, regardless of her crying and pleading.

Looking at the heartless figure, Mo Ling lay on the floor and finally cried.

Mu Chen cold distressed ground gets her up, tightly embraces in the bosom, soft voice way, "don't cry, the old man is in a rage, waited for this a while, everything will be all right."

"Chen Han..." Mo Ling raised her head and showed her face full of tears. She held his arm tightly, just like a person who was scared and desperate, holding the last straw. She sobbed with tears, "everyone is against us, are we wrong?"

Her beautiful eyes were full of sad tears. Mu Chenhan held her face and wiped her tears painfully. "No, you're right. You didn't do anything wrong. It's me who did something wrong. Wife, believe me, give me a little more time, I will deal with the obstacles between us, be firm and stand with me. "

Mo Ling has been too hard to speak, only choked to nod, she has promised him, no matter what difficulties, will face with him, she will not break her promise.

At more than eight o'clock in the evening, it began to rain heavily.

Mo Ling kneels in Zhao's yard, drooping his head, letting the big raindrops hit him hard.

The cold rain flows slowly from the forehead, along the neck all over the body. Although it feels very cold and the knee is sore, Mo Ling's head is very clear.

She has realized the importance of Mu Chenhan to her. She doesn't want to be separated from him. She is willing to face the criticism of the whole world with him. However, the Zhao family, for her, is also very important. She wants their understanding and blessing.

Grandfather is old, she let him so disappointed, let him so sad, is her unfilial, so, she must kneel here, ask his forgiveness.

The door was open, and two servants stood in the corridor with anxious faces. One of them, a little older, hesitated for a moment, ran back to the villa, took an umbrella, opened it, went to Maureen's side, blocked the rain for her, and whispered, "Miss Biao, you've been kneeling for more than half an hour. You'd better go home and have a rest. It's raining so hard now, You'll get sick if you get wet again. "

Mo Ling raised her head slightly, looked at the worried face in front of her, and said with a smile, "Wang Ma, thank you. I'm ok. You go back first. Even if there's a knife in the sky, I'll stay here and pray for grandfather's forgiveness."

Wang Ma sighed, "Miss Biao, why are you suffering? You know that the old man is stubborn. He will be hard to calm down for a while. You'd better find a way to seek his understanding after a while."

Mo Ling shook his head, "Wang Ma, please don't persuade me any more. Please cook a bowl of rock sugar tremella soup for my grandfather, and then persuade him. I'm afraid he will be angry."

Wang Ma sighed, helpless, holding an umbrella back to the villa.

When Zhao came back to his home, he shut himself up in his study and didn't eat dinner. Wang Ma knocked on the door nervously, "master, I made a bowl of rock sugar tremella soup and brought it to you."

"Don't eat, take it away!" The old man's angry voice came from the room.

Mother Wang hesitated for a moment and said cautiously, "master, Miss Biao has been kneeling down for more than half an hour. It's raining so heavily. If you continue kneeling down, you can't stand it. Do you want her to come in and have a rest?"

The people in the room were silent for a moment, and then sternly scolded, "don't worry about her, who dares to let her in, who will roll up the bedding for me and get out of here!"

It's getting darker and darker, and there's no sign that the torrential rain will stop.

Mo Ling hung his head and watched the water splashing on the ground. The complex emotions in his heart gradually dissipated, leaving only guilt, the guilt of hurting his close relatives.

The dim light sprinkled on the ground through the rain curtain. Mo Ling slowly raised her head, turned her stiff neck, and moved her numb knee. A deep pain made her take a breath.

Looking at the misty scenery and the dim light in the study on the second floor, she sighed gently.

I don't know how long after that, she was cold and tired. She could not hold on any longer. Her stomach was aching faintly, and her waist was stiff and sore. Her hands were shaking and supporting the ground to reduce the pressure on her legs. The rain stimulated her so much that she couldn't open her eyes. She could only judge from her voice that someone was approaching her.

Soon, beside a tall and straight body, she slightly looked up, did not see who was coming, he has bent his legs, kneeling beside her.

"Chen... Chen Han?" She opened her eyes slightly and looked at the man beside her in disbelief.

Rain along her cheek slowly flowing, flowing through the lines of beautiful jaw, she is like a plum flower wet by rain, with a little embarrassed, but more is indomitable gorgeous.

Mu Chen Han raised his hand and gently wiped away the rain from the corner of her eyes. His voice said softly, "I'll kneel here with you."

Mo Ling was anxious and pushed his arm, "what are you doing on your knees? Get up and go back. It's too bad if you get sick in such a heavy rain... "

He held her cold fingers, a smile, "we are husband and wife, natural to share weal and woe."

The rain had already wet his clothes, and the white shirt was attached to his strong chest, which clearly outlined his strong lines.

Mo Ling's heart was sour, tears fell from the corner of his eyes, and he reached out to help him wipe the rain on his face. In a dry voice, he said, "well, we are both happy and bitter."

A car drove into the hospital, and the strong glare of the lamp penetrated the rain curtain and swept to the two people kneeling in the hospital. Soon, a pair of feet in black shoes came towards the two people, and the long legs stood straight. Maureen tried to open her eyes misted by the rain, and slowly looked up at the visitors.

She said with a smile, "cousin, you're back."

Zhao Minghao saw clearly that Mo Ling and mu Chenhan were kneeling on the ground. Surprised, he quickly covered their heads with an umbrella. "Ah Ling, what happened? How can you kneel here?"

"It's all right. I'm too disheartened to make my grandfather angry." Mo Ling wiped the rain from the corner of his eyes and pursed his lips. "Cousin, please go back and help me persuade my grandfather not to be angry."

Her black hair was wet on her shoulders, covering half of her face. Her pale, bloodless skin was transparent, as if it would break if she touched it with her fingertips.

Her eyes were half narrowed, and the rain trembled on her long eyelashes, like tears. Zhao Minghao frowned slightly, took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped the rain on her face, glanced at mu Chenhan kneeling beside her, and said in a deep voice, "Mu Er Shao, what's the matter?"

Even if be drenched by rain, Mu Chen cold whole body's domineering spirit doesn't reduce at all, his dark Mou son slightly lift, the voice is low and deep magnetism, "I and a Ling have already decided together, the old man forbids, moved anger."

"You two?" Zhao Minghao looks at Mo Ling, who is silent and looks at mu Chenhan, who has no expression on his face. His heart is also angry. His lips are tense and his tone is not good. "Ah Ling, you and Jinqi are engaged. How can you betray him?"

Mo Ling's thin body quivers slightly. Mu Chen Han suddenly clenches her hand and says coldly, "Zhao Da Shao, if you come to criticize us, you can leave."

Zhao Minghao's face sank, and his eyes hidden behind the lens became sinister. He stared at mu Chenhan tightly, as if to burn several holes in him.

"Mu Er Shao, the Mu family, including you, used to hurt a Ling. You know better than me. Why do you want to be with a Ling? Want to hurt her again? "

Mu Chen Han slightly side head, looking at Mo Ling's pale side face, he in the dark pupil bear some kind of bitterness, slowly way, "I admit, before I did a lot of sorry a Ling things, but, I really love her, you believe it or not, she is the only woman I want to marry in my life. If I do something to hurt her in the future, I'll have to die! "

Mo Ling's heart trembled and suddenly looked up at mu Chenhan. Her body soaked in rain trembled slightly, and her fingers clenched by mu Chenhan also trembled slightly