Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

This time, Yue Huai came to the Imperial Capital because he had received news from Mo Qingshuang.

Gong Qi's leg has been injured for so many years, but it is still a dull pain in her heart.

Yue Huaizhi originally didn't intend to make a move, but when he arrived at Crescent Moon Spring Village, it was Mo Qingshuang who helped him a lot, plus he really liked Yangyang, teaching her acupuncture and moxibustion hand in hand all these years was somewhat emotional.

"Miss Mo, don't worry, since I'm here, I will do my best."

Zhan Beixiao was a little surprised when he heard this.

Now that Elder Qi is in the imperial capital, Mo Qingshuang can also speak to Elder Qi if he wishes.

But she traveled thousands of miles and invited Yue Huaizhi to come out of the mountain. Could it be that she is stronger than old Qi?

Yue Huaizhi ran all the way and rested very early at night.

Bai Yangyang brought Zhan Beixiao to the guest room, pushed open the door, and was pressed against the wall by the man, his hot breath came down.

"Sleep with me at night?"

"No, Mom and Uncle Gong are still there—" Bai Yangyang blushed.

Mo Qingshuang knew about their cohabitation.

Also by default.

After all, marriage is engaged, and marriage is a matter of time.

But in the same room with him at home, Bai Yangyang was a little shy.

When Zhan Beixiao uttered these words, he felt a little regretful, and relaxed a little: "I was reckless, so you should go to bed early that night and don't stay up late."

They are not married yet, and it is really not good to live in the same room under the eyes of their parents.

Bai Yangyang nodded, wrapped his arms around his neck, and leaned over tenderly, wanting to kiss him.

The man couldn't resist, and hugged her for a long time before leaving.

After Zhan Beixiao left, she went into the bathroom, took a shower, and saw Mo Qingshuang sitting in the room, flipping through the materials of her thesis.

"Mom, when did you come?"

Bai Yangyang wiped his hair, walked over, his face was ruddy.

Mo Qingshuang put down the paper materials and waved to her: "Sit down."

She took the hair dryer, Bai Yangyang knew what she wanted to do, and sat down obediently.

The hair dryer was plugged in, and the warm air suddenly rose. Mo Qingshuang was extremely patient, and while helping her dry her hair, she said:

"I heard that at the evening fashion show, you had a conflict with Zhan Jinnan?"

Gong Qi also received the invitation letter, but he didn't go.

But the circle is so big, and the matter has already spread, it is difficult for Mo Qingshuang to know.

"Yes, he provoked Lord Zhan with his yin and yang, and I couldn't hold it back, and there was a quarrel." Bai Yangyang didn't deny it either: "Mom, I think if it was you, if Uncle Gong was provoked by others, you would do the same as me."

Mo Qingshuang paused: "I didn't say you shouldn't do it."

"On the contrary, I think you're doing pretty well."

Mo Qingshuang stroked her hair, and it was almost done, she unplugged the hair dryer, pulled a chair beside her and sat down, obviously wanting to discuss this matter clearly.

"For one thing, Zhan Jinnan is indeed not a qualified father and deserves condemnation.

Secondly, you and Ah Xiao have also settled down now. Zhan Jinnan's humiliation of Ah Xiao is humiliating you in disguise. It is understandable for you to protect him. "

Bai Yangyang breathed a sigh of relief and scratched his head: "I thought you would say I was impulsive."

"In fact, my mother was more impulsive than you when she was young."

Mo Qingshuang raised his eyebrows: "However, the quarrel can't hurt Zhan Jinnan, and it is easy to make jokes. Next time, don't quarrel. If you have any complaints, do it directly."

She has always believed in the principle of being able to do it without making noise.

Bai Yangyang choked for a moment.

"I see."

"By the way, Feng Shuo said that he planned to leave the property under his name to you. Did he tell you about this?"

Bai Yangyang nodded: "I'm still thinking about it."

"Don't think about it, just take it if you give it to you, anyway, he has no children, if he doesn't give it to you, it will be cheaper for the Feng family."

Mo Qingshuang doesn't like Feng's family very much, even mentioning it makes her feel disgusted.

"But……"

"Don't worry, if he wants to give it to you, take it."

Mo Qingshuang rubbed the center of his eyebrows: "In the future, you will become an uncle or godfather. I don't think he will be able to start a family and start a career in this life. You will end up giving him a pension."

"..."

Bai Yangyang suddenly became curious: "Mom, when you and Uncle Feng were dating, did you ever think about getting married?"

Mo Qingshuang was asked about this issue out of the blue, and clicked her tongue: "Of course I thought about it. I wasted a lot of thought when I was chasing him."

"Then you and Uncle Gong are together like this?"

"That's not true. Your Uncle Gong is stupid. There are many things that you just do without saying a word. I need more patience."

When Mo Qingshuang mentioned Gong Qi, he smiled a little more: "Besides, Feng Shuo taught me what love is, and your Uncle Gong taught me what life is."

There was very little romance that Gong Qi could give, but he gave her everything she wanted.

Family, career, affection, love.

When Bai Yangyang heard this, his ears turned red slightly: "Mom, I hope you can always be with Uncle Gong."

During those years of being dependent on each other, Mo Qingshuang was unhappy with the naked eye.

She is now comfortable between her brows and eyes, which shows how much confidence Uncle Gong has given her.

Mo Qingshuang blushed rarely, and patted her head: "You and Xiao Zhong are my most important people, and mom also hopes that you will be well."

Bai Yangyang hugged Mo Qingshuang, his eyes were sour.

After Mo Qingshuang left, Bai Yangyang lifted the quilt and lay down.

Before he fell asleep, the phone rang. It was a video call from Zhan Beixiao.

She picked it up.

"Why haven't you rested yet?"

"Can't sleep."

Zhan Beixiao sat in front of the desk, with his hands on the keyboard, "I asked Qi Bei to send the computer over. There is a video conference in the evening, and I happened to deal with the business at the same time."

He has been so busy lately that his feet are not touching the ground, and there is a faint blue shadow under his eyes.

"But you look haggard now."

"It's okay, you sleep, don't hang up the phone, I will watch you sleep."

he whispered.

Bai Yangyang also wanted to sleep with him, but he didn't have the courage to go to him.

She pointed the phone at the bed, put it away, and covered the quilt: "Then I'm going to sleep, don't stay up too late."

Zhan Beixiao nodded and turned on the video conference.

Bai Yangyang closed his eyes, and a man's deep voice came from his ear.

He spoke French, his voice was low and hoarse, like a cello, every word seemed to be beating on the tip of her heart, inexplicably soft and crisp.

The video conference lasted nearly five hours.

After the meeting, the man turned off the computer and rubbed the space between his eyebrows.

He got up, after a simple wash, went back to the desk, picked up the phone and put it in his pocket, and opened the door.

He easily opened Bai Yangyang's door.

She was lying on the soft bed, with her fair and tender face lying on the pillow, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

He walked over, lifted the quilt, took her into his arms, and went to bed.

Bai Yangyang was woken up, a little confused: "Why are you here?"

"You said you can't sleep together at night, now it's morning, can you sleep together?"