Young Master Mo's Stuttering New Wife

The red sports car was driving fast on the elevated road, Su Qingqing held the steering wheel and sighed.

The matter was finally settled.

Although I don't like Song Feng very much, because there is always something in his eyes that makes him hate, but so what?

As long as you have money, everything can be settled, even people like Song Feng will follow her arrangements.

Su Qingqing is a little fortunate that she can live in the Su family, because such a prominent background allows her to do things as she pleases.

Just like Chen Yi, without Mo Yuhan's protection, she is nothing, not just a soft persimmon, let her slaughter her.

Thinking of this, Su Qingqing's mood improved a lot, as if she had forgotten the wrong things she did before.

After several days of recuperation and high-level nursing care, old man Mo's condition is very good, and sometimes he can even walk on the ground.

The weather was fine today, so Uncle Chen brought the old man to the back garden of the hospital.

Although old man Mo is recovering well, he is old after all, so he can't do strenuous exercise and can only sit in a wheelchair.

Uncle Chen carefully protected the old man's legs before standing beside him.

After a serious illness, the old man obviously lost a lot of weight, and his gray hair also grew a lot. He was no longer as domineering as before, but he had the kind eyes of an old man.

But after all, he still couldn't hide the aura of the king.

Sitting there will attract the attention of many people.

But all this has nothing to do with him.

After experiencing life and death once, everything seemed to be opened up, and my mood became more open-minded.

Everything I saw before chasing seemed indifferent.

But the only regret now is that he put too much pressure on Mo Yuhan before.

"How's the cold in Paris?"

Old Man Mo looked at Nuan Yang, his eyes filled with tears.

Uncle Chen, I was a little surprised, but I quickly realized it.

"Young master's trip to Paris went well, but we haven't told her that you woke up. Will this..."

"It's okay, don't tell him yet, give him a surprise when he comes back."

Old Man Mo interrupted Uncle Chen directly, but when he said the surprise, he still had some childish temper on his face.

Old and young, maybe he was talking about someone like Mr. Mo!

Seeing the changes in old man Mo, Uncle Chen became happy in his heart.

But in order to live in the future, he had to break this beautiful scene.

"Master, what about Miss Su?"

Hearing Su Qingqing, Mr. Mo's expression suddenly became tense, but he was more angry.

"Master, your body has just recovered, so don't get angry."

Sensing that something was wrong with Mr. Mo, Uncle Chen quickly stopped him.

He didn't want to mention it at first, but the matter is very serious. If he doesn't think of a solution now, the old man and even the Mo family may be hit in the future.

After listening to Uncle Chen's persuasion, the old man suppressed the anger in his heart.

The expression on his face also recovered a lot.

"Let's put these things aside!"

Old Man Mo sighed, looking a bit embarrassed.

"I've heard everything from my wife. This crisis is thanks to the Su family, and the two have been certified by the public. If there is another child and a wife, not only will they not be able to convince the public, but it may bring the company back again. Come disaster."

"The trip to Paris to keep out the cold is not sure whether it will return in triumph, so things can't develop into the worst scene."

"What's more, I don't think she would dare to do anything to me again!"

After finishing speaking, Old Man Mo looked at the willow branches that had gradually sprouted new shoots, with indescribable helplessness on his face.

All this is for Mo Yuhan, he has experienced the experience of going through the gate of hell, and also felt the guilt of the child, so this time he is not reckless, because he also wants to spend more time with the child and granddaughter.

Uncle Chen also saw all this and patted Mr. Mo on the shoulder to express his comfort.

Once upon a time, these shoulders were broad and solid, and they also carried the fate of the entire company and the honor of the entire family.

But now the shoulders are not strong anymore, just a light pat will collapse, and they are almost skinny.

He has learned to hide his edge, he has learned to abdicate to the virtuous, and he has learned how to protect you.

Sometimes, people don't get old little by little, but at that moment, he no longer feels that he is the pillar of a family, but feels that he has become a burden.

This shows that he is slowly getting old.

That's how Mr. Mo is.

This time he was no longer strong, because he didn't want to be his burden, and he didn't want to let the company get into trouble again because of himself.

Uncle Chen quietly withdrew the hand that was on the old man's shoulder.

His eyes were also filled with cloudy tears.

He walked up to the old man, squatted down, and wrapped the blanket around his legs, "Master, it's getting dark, let's go back!"

Old Man Mo was still looking at the sky, the sun hurt his eyes.

"Okay, let's go back. Now that I'm old, my body is getting worse day by day. I really can't stand the cold wind!"

When he turned around, Old Man Mo lowered his head, and a tear fell on the blanket that Uncle Chen had just covered, and it disappeared in an instant.

His tone was full of helplessness.

Also in front of the years, we are all small, and he will not give anyone a few more years of youth just because he is great.

Uncle Chen pushed the car lightly. Wherever he went, fallen leaves swayed all over the ground, but it quickly returned to calm.

Mo Yu, who was far away in Paris, woke up from a nightmare.

He turned on the bedside lamp, and a stern but stunning face appeared in front of his eyes.

The slightly open bathrobe reveals the muscles of the chest.

With wheat-colored skin, well-defined chest muscles, and that monstrous face, people couldn't help but take a few more glances.

But at this moment, the man had a sad expression on his face.

After wrapping up his bathrobe, the man got up and came to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the busiest street in Paris, even in the middle of the night, it was so magnificent and luxurious.

But the more lively the place, the lonelier he felt.

He picked up a cigarette casually and held it between his two fingers. In the dark, he could only see a little bit of light between the slender fingers, which flickered on and off, making the back of him even more melancholy and empty.

"I don't know, what happened to them?"

The sound like a wind chime sounded, but it lost the spirit of the past, and more of it was the longing for people far away.

"Ah--"

But then I thought it was a bit ridiculous to do so.

How could he have such an idea before.

Paris is such a night city.Whenever he is not singing every night, there are too many Yingying and Yanyan around him, how can he have time to feel melancholy here.

But this time he was homesick.

Mo Yuhan shook his head, trying to get rid of this worry.

But how could this sorrow be as he wished.