Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

Zhan Beixiao knew very well that it was abnormal for him to lose control again and again, even wanting to crush him.

He was short of breath, and changed his caress to wrap around her waist.

Only the smell of her body can make him feel at ease and have a moment of peace.

Bai Yangyang was hugged tightly by him, and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

The words were blocked by the man's kiss——

She struggled subconsciously.

Qi Bei is still there!

Zhan Beixiao bit her lips, exerting a little force, "Don't move."

Bai Yangyang was born with nothing to love, and completely gave up struggling.

Qi Bei: "..."

Lord Zhan, stop showing off!
Can't stand it anymore!

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when we arrived at Crescent Spring Village.

The Mo family arrived early and stayed at the only hotel in the village.

Although it is not a five-star hotel, it is clean and tidy.

Bai Yangyang directly asked Mo Bei to drive back to the yard where he lived with his mother before.

The last time I came back was during Chinese New Year.

It was chilly at the time, but it was the happiest New Year she had ever lived since her mother passed away.

Pushing open the gate, the yard is well preserved, not even weeds.

It looks like it has been meticulously maintained.

Bai Yangyang didn't do this, she turned her head and looked at Zhan Beixiao: "You did it?"

Zhan Beixiao hummed, and took her hand: "This is your home, and it's normal for me to take care of it for you."

Pushing open the door, familiar furnishings, the fireplace at home is burning, and the fire is raging.

Obviously, Zhan Beixiao has prepared everything.

The warmth inside the room instantly dispelled the cold air outside.

Bai Yangyang walked into the house, followed by Qi Bei, who brought some food.

"Miss Bai, these are ingredients, do you make them yourself, or should I ask someone else to do it?"

"I'll just do it myself."

Bai Yangyang wanted to eat dumplings.

Qi Bei nodded and exited the room.

There is a fireplace in the house, and the temperature is very high.

Bai Yangyang took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and started preparing dinner.

Zhan Beixiao took off his coat and hung it in the closet at the door, walked behind her, and put his big hand on her waist: "What time do you go to the cemetery tomorrow morning?"

"It seems to be eight o'clock."

Zhan Beixiao hummed, and kissed her ear: "I'll help you."

The small courtyard was warm and harmonious, Qi Bei sat in the car, looking at the lamp.

He lit a cigarette and held it between his fingertips, but he was not in a hurry to smoke.

He rarely smokes.

After following Zhan Beixiao for so many years, this was the first time he lit a cigarette.

He watched the cigarettes flickering on and off, his eyes glowed with an unspeakable luster.

Winter is coming quietly.

Just one night, the temperature plummeted.

In the cemetery at eight o'clock in the morning, the cold wind swayed, and everything revealed a desolate atmosphere.

When Bai Yangyang arrived at the cemetery, the Mo family had already arrived.

Heavily armed, all in black clothes and black skirts, their faces were silent.

Standing in the crowd was Mo Yan, who rushed over after receiving the news.

Bai Yangyang and Zhan Beixiao got out of the car and greeted the old lady: "Old lady."

The old lady Mo leaned on a cane, and when she heard the sound, her expression softened a little.

Immediately, seeing the young man following Bai Yangyang, his face changed slightly.

Zhan Beixiao knew that Old Madam Mo didn't like him, but she was Bai Yangyang's elder, so she couldn't easily offend her.

"Mrs. Mo."

When the old lady Mo saw Zhan Beixiao, her expression became a bit cold: "Today is to move Qingshuang's grave, outsiders should not enter the cemetery."

An outsider pointed the finger at Zhan Beixiao for no reason, and he was the only outsider in the audience...

Bai Yangyang's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously stood in front of Zhan Beixiao: "Old lady, he is my boyfriend and my future husband. It is reasonable to go in and have a look."

She didn't know why old lady Mo didn't like Zhan Beixiao so much.

Hearing this, Old Madam Mo inexplicably remembered the conversation she had with Bai Yangyang before, and stomped her cane: "Can't you remember what I said before?"

Bai Yangyang subconsciously glanced at Zhan Beixiao, not wanting him to know the content of his conversation with Mrs. Mo.

"Old lady, I have already refused. If you refuse to let Lord Zhan go in, then I won't go in either."

She was determined to protect Zhan Beixiao.

Old Madam Mo's complexion suddenly changed, and her hand holding the cane tightened slightly.

After a long while, he scolded angrily: "Things without conscience!"

For the sake of a man, you wouldn't even go to something as important as moving your own mother's grave?

Bai Yangyang was scolded, her face turned pale.

She has a conscience, Zhan Beixiao is qualified to go in!
Zhan Beixiao saw the two men's swords at war, and guessed something.

He took off his coat and put it on Bai Yangyang's shoulders: "Today is an important day, it's fine if I don't go in, you go in, be careful."

Bai Yangyang became anxious, and held his hand: "But—"

"Your mother comes first. I don't want to create a rift between you and the Mo family because of me."

Zhan Beixiao stroked her face with the usual expression: "I'll wait for you outside."

Bai Yangyang wanted to say something else.

"Yangyang, Lord Zhan and you are not engaged yet, strictly speaking, you can't go in, just wait outside the door."

Seeing that the atmosphere had reached a stalemate, Mo Beicheng calmed down.

Bai Yangyang had no choice but to hold Zhan Beixiao's hand tightly: "Then don't go, you wait here for me."

Zhan Beixiao nodded. He had a hunch that this matter would not go well.

Sure enough, as he expected, the old lady prevented him from entering the cemetery.

With Guan Lan's support, Mrs. Mo walked slowly into the cemetery.

Bai Yangyang was brought into the cemetery by Mo Beicheng. Mo Qingxue rolled her eyes unceremoniously when she saw her pale face.

"Today is an important day, but you brought outsiders here. Could it be that you deliberately want to antagonize the old lady?"

"Mrs. Qiu, Yangyang and Lord Zhan are boyfriend and girlfriend, so it's normal to bring them here. On the contrary, you have no blood relationship with the Mo family. In a sense, you are also an outsider."

Mo Yan uttered a voice to protect Bai Yangyang, and unceremoniously exposed the fig leaf that Mo Qingxue had forged for himself!
Mo Qingxue's face was pale, but Mo Yan was the son recovered by the Wei family, so he didn't dare to offend him.

She gritted her teeth angrily and left quickly.

Seeing Mo Yan, Bai Yangyang smiled, "Brother."

Mo Yan saw that she was not in a good mood, and knew that she was still brooding about what happened before.

"The old lady doesn't seem to like Lord Zhan very much?"

Bai Yangyang grew up with Mo Yan since he was a child, and he couldn't hold back at the moment.

"She doesn't like me being with Master Zhan."

Her voice was muffled.

Mo Yan frowned, "Why?"

Zhan Beixiao protected her everywhere and was sincere to her. There was no need for Mrs. Mo to object to their being together.

Bai Yangyang shook her head, she didn't know either.

Seeing her depressed mood, Mo Yan wanted to say something else.

Instead, Bai Yangyang shook his head: "It's okay, brother, she disagrees, I agree, let's go in first."

Mo Yan's words of consolation froze when he reached his lips, he sighed, and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Let's go."

A group of people arrived in front of Mo Qingshuang's tombstone.

The tombstone was well maintained, with a few bouquets of flowers that had withered.

When Bai Yangyang saw the tombstone, his eyes suddenly turned red.

Old Madam Mo stood beside her, her eyes slightly red.

"It's time, let's get started."

Mr. Geography gave an order.

The servants started tearing down the tombstones.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the moment Bai Yangyang saw the tombstone fall, tears fell urgently and fiercely.

Seeing this scene, Mo Yan took the tissue and handed it to her.

Bai Yangyang grabbed the hem of his clothes, as if a big hand had tightly strangled his heart, causing a piercing pain in his heart.

She seemed to recall the time when her mother died in her arms, and her breathing dissipated little by little.

When Mo Yan saw that Mo Qingshuang's tombstone was removed, he also had tears in his eyes.

If Aunt Mo hadn't adopted him back then, he wouldn't be alive today.

Throughout the cemetery, the atmosphere was solemn, and low cries spread.

Even Mrs. Mo's eyes turned red. She has always been strong, but she was still moved when she faced the tombstone of her own daughter.

The coffin had already rotted badly, and the servants pried it open.

Suddenly, the closest servant's legs went limp, and the steel pipe in his hand fell to the ground, his eyes were full of surprise——