Paranoid Master Mo pampered

"Then let me put it another way..."

A sly light flashed in Yun Chuyao's clear eyes, and she showed a perfect smile to Wen Ziyu: "I actually don't regard you as a man."

Wen Ziyu: "..."

This statement is not as good as the one just now!
Yun Chuyao had already packed her things, picked up her bag, and waved at Wen Ziyu: "Okay, I'll go first."

"... Oh, be careful on the road!" When Wen Ziyu realized it, the girl had already stepped forward, with her back straight and her back graceful.

After Mo Yelan left from Su Xuan, she wanted to pick up her little girl in person, but was stopped by the people around Mo Cong.

"Master, the master has something to tell you, please come with us." The people around Mo Cong seemed to be respectful towards Mo Yelan on the surface.

Ever since Mo Yelan became the head of the Mo family, he has never met Mo Cong again. Even during the holidays, Mo Yelan never greeted Mo Cong.

As if that person wasn't his father at all.

Now, with the people around Mo Cong blocking his way, Mo Yelan's expression darkened, and the light in his eyes was extremely cold.

Although he was very reluctant to go with the people around Mo Cong, but he knew very well that he had to go this time.

Moreover, Mo Yelan has basically guessed Mo Cong's intention to "invite" him over.

90.00% is related to the matter of him and Yun Chuyao being together...

Coincidentally, Mo Yelan also wanted to make this matter clear to Mo Cong face to face.

He didn't say much, got into the car directly, and was taken to the old house of the Mo family by the people around Mo Cong.

The old house of the Mohist family - the place where the old man of the Mohist family once lived.

After the old man passed away, the Mo family's old house has been kept as it was when the old man was alive. Mo Cong and Mo Yelan will arrange people to come here to clean it at a specific time.

Therefore, there is no waste here at all, and it is still the original appearance.

Every brick and tile of the old house will remind Mo Yelan of the scene when the old man was there. The old man was strict with him, but also kind.

Mo Yelan seemed to be able to see the scene of the old man standing in the courtyard with his hands behind his back admiring the flowers blooming and falling, and also seemed to be able to see the scene of the old man teaching him to draw fine brushwork and write calligraphy on the porch in front of the court... Those are all A scene that Mo Yelan misses.

But now, whether in the courtyard, in front of the court, or in the corridor, the old man is no longer seen.

Mo Yelan's mind returned to reality, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and a sense of sadness flashed uncontrollably in her pupils.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded, interrupting all Mo Yelan's thoughts.

"I'm back." Sitting cross-legged on the porch, Mo Cong was sipping tea leisurely. He raised his eyes to look at Mo Yelan, without showing much emotion on his face.

Mo Yelan stepped up to him, took a seat opposite him naturally, and cut straight to the point: "You sent someone to block me back, what do you have to say?"

Mo Cong was pinching a cup of tea between his fingers, he took a sip, and gracefully placed the cup of tea on the tea table in front of him, with a slight curve on his lips, he asked with a smile: "Why? No In particular, can't we gossip between father and son?"

Hearing the sound, Mo Yelan couldn't help but sneered, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Is there anything we can gossip about?"

Although they are father and son, it seems that there is nothing to say between them from the beginning to the end.

When she was young, Mo Yelan, who was ignorant of the world, was pure and innocent, but like most children, she longed for his father's attention and love.

However, Mo Cong basically didn't give him any attention and love... Slowly, Mo Yelan got used to it.

To him, Mo Cong is just his father in name, and there is no father-son relationship between them.

Mo Yelan's attitude was even more arrogant than Mo Cong imagined, and Mo Cong's eyes darkened slightly, obviously a little upset.

But he still didn't show anything on the surface, he just said remindingly: "I know that you are the head of the Mohist family now, and you have a valuable status, so you can't help but feel a little arrogant, but... I am your father after all. The Mohist family always values ​​filial piety. As the head of the family, you should pay more attention to the attitude of talking to the elders."

What he meant was very clear——

Although he is not the head of the Mo family, he is the father of the head of the Mo family. According to the rules of seniority, his status should be higher than that of Mo Yelan.

It's like the emperor's father - the emperor!

Mo Yelan completely dismissed Mo Cong's words, and snorted coldly: "That's the way I speak, if you don't like it, I'll leave now and try not to hang around in front of you!"

While speaking, he was about to get up and leave.

Mo Cong suddenly lost his composure, and shouted at Mo Yelan: "Stop!"

Mo Yelan turned to look at him, frowning into a frown: "What do you have to say?"

He hated Mo Cong's pretentious appearance the most, and he had already clearly shown his impatience.

"You can't take the woman you're dating back home." Mo Cong said straight to the point, more precisely, as if he had directly issued an order to Mo Yelan: "The family will arrange a better marriage for you , get ready for a blind date after the festival."

The moment the voice fell, a gust of wind blew up in the courtyard, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground, swirling several times in place, making a rustling sound.

One of the fallen leaves fluttered and landed on the tea table in front of Mo Cong.

"Impossible!" Mo Yelan directly refused.

In an instant, his face darkened to the extreme, he looked at Mo Cong with cold eyes, and said almost wordlessly: "My marriage can only be decided by myself, I am the head of the Mo family now, the size of the Mo family Business is up to me."

"I won't follow your arrangement and go on a blind date!"

He has said more than once that he will not marry Yun Chuyao in his life, his wife can only be Yun Chuyao, and only Yun Chuyao is qualified to be his Mrs. Mo.

Unfortunately, Mo Cong won't make his wish come true.

In his opinion, as the head of the Mohist family, it is childish and ridiculous to think about the freedom of marriage.

Even the most ordinary descendants of the Mohist family basically do not have the freedom of love and marriage.

Born in a wealthy family, if marriage cannot bring a certain value to the family, then the existence of this person is also worthless.

"Don't forget, even the head of the family can't assert power arbitrarily, and he has to listen to the opinions of the elders in the clan. This is the rule set by the old man back then."

Mo Cong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Mo Yelan, clearly threatening.

"I think the same as your mother, you can continue to fall in love with that girl, but you don't want to marry her into the door of the Mo family, don't want her to become the young mistress of the Mo family!"

"If you really don't want to, you can continue to let that girl be your lover. Of course...it's best not to let your future wife find out, don't bring unnecessary disturbances to the family, and don't bring negative influence on yourself .”