Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

Mo Beicheng pulled her out of the living room, stood on the corridor, and spoke dissatisfiedly.

"Yangyang, you can't get used to Zhan Beixiao like this, a man can't get used to it, it will turn bad if you get used to it."

He is a man, and he knows the mind of a man best.

Bai Yangyang: ...

"Yangyang, look at what you look like now, you are completely controlled by Zhan Beixiao! You can't do this, little uncle is a man, and little uncle understands men's thoughts best!"

"Little uncle, you misunderstood, I didn't get used to him—" Bai Yangyang tried to explain.

"You didn't get used to him, he sold badly, and you paid the bill?"

Mo Beicheng stared at Bai Yangyang bitterly.

Why is this kid so easy to cheat?Zhan Beixiao said a few words casually, and she really believed them!

"Selling miserably?"

"Do you really think he's in a bad mood because he wanted to see Mo Zhixin? He did it on purpose, deliberately selling misery, just to win sympathy."

Mo Beicheng's teeth were itchy, and Zhan Beixiao was so old that he still acted like a spoiled child at her. Just thinking about it made his scalp tingle!
Thinking of what happened just now, Bai Yangyang felt a little funny: "Little uncle, he is my fiancé, if he doesn't treat me badly, who is he targeting?"

She really likes Zhan Beixiao acting miserable and acting like a baby to her.

Every time he acted like a baby, she couldn't resist.

The anger on Mo Beicheng's face froze, and he pointed at Bai Yangyang tremblingly: "You, you, you...you are fascinated by men!"

Masculinity misleads people!
He can't just watch his niece delay carrying such a man, absolutely not!
"Little uncle, if you have a girlfriend, you will understand how I feel."

Bai Yangyang made up the knife, then crossed Mobei City and went straight to the kitchen.

Mo Beicheng's face completely darkened.

Oh shit.

What's the matter with these two people, it's no object to stimulate him in turn?

Does the object mean that if you have it, you can have it?

……

When Zhan Beixiao walked to the door of the kitchen, his footsteps stopped.

In the kitchen, old lady Mo was stirring the soup in the casserole with a spoon.

The aroma is rich and hot.

When Mrs. Mo heard footsteps, she thought it was Guan Lan who had returned.

Turning his head, he was a little surprised to meet Zhan Beixiao's eyes: "Why are you here?"

As soon as the words came out, the old lady felt that her tone was a little stiff, and she softened her voice: "Why don't you sit outside for a while, are you hungry?"

The Zhan Mo family had a long-standing grudge.

Even though Old Madam Mo tried her best to be gentle, her expression was still a little unnatural.

"Nothing, you are busy."

Zhan Beixiao didn't intend to go in, but stood outside the door with his hands behind his back.

The old lady Mo seemed to have guessed his thoughts, put down the spoon, and washed her hands: "Don't worry, I won't do anything against the Zhan family again. After all, Yangyang will marry you in the future, and I don't want to make any troubles." trouble."

There is some softness in the words.

She has lived for so many years, enjoying all the rights and wealth.

Now that her daughter is back and her husband is getting better, for her, power is nothing more than an external object.

Zhan Beixiao didn't expect the old lady to say it directly, and raised his eyebrows: "As long as the Mo family no longer targets the Zhan family, I will not attack the Mo family. I also hope to get along peacefully."

Apart from Zhan Beixiao's identity, Mrs. Mo was satisfied with him.

Handsome and handsome, with outstanding ability, cold-hearted, but devoted to Bai Yangyang.

Thinking of this, the old lady's face softened a lot, "Treat Yangyang well, she has suffered a lot these years, and I have no ability to make up for it..."

During this time, the old lady was always thinking about the past.

In fact, over the years, she had many opportunities to bring Bai Yangyang out of Crescent Lake Village, but she gave up all of them.

Firstly, he despises Bai Yangyang for being worthless, everyone can bully Ruan Baozi.

The second reason is that she has a grudge in her heart. If Mo Qingshuang hadn't insisted on marrying Bai Zhenghuai back then, maybe she wouldn't have been so heartless towards Bai Yangyang.

She felt guilty towards Bai Yangyang.

Now that I think about it, I did do a lot of things wrong before.

Zhan Beixiao stood where he was, "That's natural, she is mine, so I will naturally protect her."

The old lady Mo knew that he didn't want to see Mo Zhixin, so she came to the kitchen, nodded and passed him to leave.

After she left, Bai Yangyang held Zhan Beixiao's hand, "What did you and the old lady talk about?"

Zhan Beixiao held her hand instead: "It's nothing, just let me take good care of you."

Bai Yangyang's face changed slightly, "Are you okay?"

"It's nothing, I just want to avoid it when I look at my stomach."

According to Zhan Beixiao's temperament, if Mo Zhixin dared to appear on the Zhan family's territory, he would definitely not make Mo Zhixin feel better.

But unfortunately, this is the Mo family.

There was no one around, Bai Yangyang hugged him around the waist: "I won't bring you to the family banquet in the future, lest you be unhappy."

Zhan Beixiao patted her head, his eyes darkened: "Mo Zhixin will not always appear in the Mo family, sooner or later I will uproot her from the Mo family!"

The two hugged for a while, and the dinner party was almost ready.

"Master Zhan, Miss Yangyang, dinner is ready." The butler stood not far away and said respectfully.

Zhan Beixiao took Bai Yangyang's hand, nodded, and walked towards the restaurant.

The Mo family banquet, the Mo family all came back.

Seeing the two of them holding hands, Mo Qianliu blinked at Bai Yangyang ambiguously, as if to say, "Little cousin is awesome, she can tame the iceberg of Zhan Beixiao!"

Bai Yangyang ignored his cousin's gaze, his face was slightly hot.

After the group sat down, Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo sat at the main seats with smiles on their faces.

Mo Zhixin seldom opened his mouth. Mo Beixu wanted to know more about Zhan Beixiao, so he asked a lot of questions at the dinner table.

Guan Lan also joined the topic.

Zhan Beixiao never talked much, but fortunately, when facing his elders, he could answer every question he had.

After a meal, Mo Beixu and his wife were quite satisfied with Zhan Beixiao.

After asking about Zhan Beixiao, he turned his attention to Gong Qi.

"Qingshuang, is Gong Qi's leg still being treated?"

Mo Qingshuang paused with his fingers, and shook his head: "No, Gong Qi said that he is used to the current situation, and we have visited famous doctors all these years, but nothing worked..."

She concealed the matter of Yue Lao.

Hearing this, Gong Zhong put down the small spoon, blinked his eyes, as if he wanted to say something.

Mo Qingshuang flew over with a cold look: "Gong Zhong, eat obediently."

Gong Zhong was reprimanded, pursed his mouth, picked up a small spoon and continued to eat.

Mom is bad.

Dad is obviously getting an injection, but he still doesn't tell the truth.

Although Bai Yangyang didn't know why Mo Qingshuang was hiding it, she was also worried that Gong Zhong's slip of the tongue, so she filled a bowl of soup for Gong Zhong, cooled it down, and then handed it to Gong Zhong.

"Little Chong, this is the soup made by grandma, do you want my sister to feed you?"

After all, Gong Zhong was young, when he heard his sister wanted to feed him, his eyes lit up: "Yes, yes."

Bai Yangyang fed him soup with a small spoon, smiling all over.

Zhan Beixiao saw this scene with a small bowl in his hand, his eyes darkened a little, and he seemed a little dissatisfied.

After Gong Zhong finished his bowl of soup, he forgot about the previous topic.

Zhan Beixiao saw that he liked to eat snacks, so he picked up some snacks for him and put them on his plate.

Gong Zhong took the snack and gnawed it with relish.

Zhan Beixiao held Bai Yangyang's hand, separated his fingers, inserted five fingers into it, and clasped his ten fingers tightly.

A deep male voice resounded in my ears: "Feed him soup, won't you feed me?"