Gentle President: Doting on Xiao Qingmei with Facial Paralysis

Chapter 237 You still despise me

[237] You still despise me
In an instant, the whole huge living room fell into a panic, and Ling Ke's low sobs could be heard in everyone's ears.

Ling Ke was crying, Yu Cheng felt incredible, looked at Ling Ke sitting on the ground with complicated eyes, frowned, and said bravely, "One week."

After speaking, he grabbed Mo Xiu's arm and walked out with him. Yu Cheng's impatient voice brushed against Wei Sen's ear, "We Sen, follow."

Mo Xiu let Yucheng drag him out of the living room with big strides. Wei Sen was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Ling Ke who was sitting on the ground covering his face with tears streaming down his face. Ling Ke nodded slightly at him with difficulty, signaling Wei Sen to follow go up.

Knowing that, Wei Sen hurriedly raised his feet and followed quickly, just kidding, the young master is not short, his legs are not short, and he walks not slow, if he doesn't walk quickly, he might lose Yucheng and Mo Repair two people.

Simply, at the exit of the living room, Wei Sen followed Yu Cheng and Mo Xiu.

Yu Cheng sat on the blue and white open-air chair by the side of the path, his expression was full of impatience and displeasure, while Mo Xiu stood in front of Yu Cheng with his hands in his trouser pockets expressionless.

Wei Sen walked over quickly, but suddenly found——

...The atmosphere between the two was not quite right, there seemed to be a slight suppression in the air.

Wei Sen, who was aware of your depressive elements flowing in the air, immediately fell silent, standing one or two meters away from the two of them silently, watching them silently.

Why does he always have a feeling that Young Master Mo wants to export and educate the young master...? !

In the next second, what Mo Xiu blurted out confirmed Wei Sen's deepest thoughts.

"Why?" Mo Xiu asked with a blank expression.

Surprisingly, this time Yucheng didn't seem to be afraid of Mo Xiu's expressionless face at all, and the impatience on Yucheng's face became more and more intense. Even after hearing Mo Xiu's question, Yucheng didn't respond at all, but Sitting on a chair without any movement, his eyes fell on the flowers and plants by the path without focus, Yucheng seemed to be thinking about something.

Seeing this, Mo Xiu sighed helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Yucheng, she is your mother."

Yu Cheng immediately answered, "But she has restricted my freedom for more than ten years."

After finishing speaking, Yucheng paused for a moment, with a slightly painful expression on his face, as if recalling some bad memories, Yucheng lowered his head, bit his lower lip and added in a low voice, "That feeling, you don't know……"

Yes, he doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand the feeling of being restricted in freedom.

This sentence made Mo Xiu speechless for a moment. He opened his mouth, but he hesitated to speak for a while. After a while, Mo Xiu gave up trying to persuade Yu Cheng. He pursed his lips helplessly and said, , "Well, it doesn't matter, no matter what happens, I will stand by your side."

Mo Xiu's words moved Yu Cheng's heart. Yu Cheng lowered his head and calmed down his emotions secretly. He raised his head and smiled, but it was not as bright as the usual sun. Mo Xiu couldn't help frowning, his tone pretending to be disgusted, and said , "Don't laugh if you don't want to laugh, it's ugly!"

Yu Cheng, who was disliked, turned dark in an instant, his black eyes widened, he stared at Mo Xiu, and said unhappily, "Hey! Dead Mo Xiu, how could you do this! I'm in a bad mood now, and you still dislike me!"

After speaking, Yu Cheng's expression instantly became aggrieved, and he looked at Mo Xiu accusingly.

(End of this chapter)