President Daddy is super strong

Mo yanjue is really angry.

A part of the body is still aching.

How can he bear the sneer of this guy?

"Well, why don't you hurry? Lao Mo has me here." Seeing the escalation of the war, song Qingyun, who has always been a peacemaker, spoke in time.

Yang Yilin curled his mouth and gave the pillow back to Mo yanjue. When he left, he didn't forget to Dudu: "it's stingy. Sharing it will kill you."

The voice is still falling. The pillow that just returned flies towards him again and hits him on the back.

The threat of light floating came from behind: "I really want to be in a hurry. I don't mind grandpa sending you back to school to rebuild?"

This immediately pinched Yang Yilin's weakness. He was also a man who was not afraid of anything, but only met his grandfather, Lord Moyan's grandfather, Yang Xun, who had a weak calf and liver tremor.

So whenever there's something to do, it's always easy to mention Grandpa.

"Elder brother, dear brother, I'll leave first. I won't disturb your health. I'll come to see you some other day. Bye!" With his hands together, Yang Yilin bowed his head to acknowledge his advice, turned around and ran away.

Seeing the happy relationship between the two brothers, song Qingyun, with a gentle face, couldn't help laughing.

He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and chuckled: "you say you always scare him with this move, and he still believes every time?"

Mo yanjue's face was calm, and he said, "that's because when I was a child, I almost didn't let my grandfather discount his legs."

Song Qingyun's smile deepened, and then asked, "I have a patient. If you have anything, please call a nurse at any time. I'll come back later to see you."

"What do you want to see? I'll go through the discharge formalities soon. I can't sleep here at night!" Mo yanjue is very angry, and his tone is naturally not much better.

Song Qingyun and his brother have known his temper for many years, only nodded softly, "OK, I'll contact Zhou Hua and ask him to pick you up."

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in a spacious luxury car.

Mo yanjue was sitting in the back seat, not breathing at all.

Especially when I think of the words that Yang Yilin owes, which woman is so bold... Thanks to her son, otherwise she will die directly... Her face will become more and more ugly.

Woman, you wait for me!

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outside the manor.

Zhou Hua stops the car, gets off immediately, and helps Mo yanjue to open the door respectfully.

"Mr. Mo, be careful!"

I didn't feel pain when I was sitting still. I felt uncomfortable when I stretched my legs and walked. I was still limping when I walked, and I was embarrassed to my home.

He Mo yanjue has lived so many lives without such humiliation. Today, he was hurt by that stupid woman and became a joke in Yang Yilin's eyes. How can he swallow this tone?

The more I think about it, the more I feel angry, the faster I step into the room, and the more I hurt, the more I inhale the cool air.

On the balcony of a room on the second floor, a pair of dark and bright eyes are silently watching someone's figure in the courtyard.

After being bullied, Muqiqi hid in the room after receiving the man's knee, and then there was a very impatient voice from the downstairs, and then the man who was seen from the upstairs floor to floor window was lifted onto the car... During the several hours of walking, Muqiqi kept raising his heart and fidgeting.

I even think that men can't do it in the future