Madame always thinks I'm a domineering president

Tears welled up in her eyes as soon as she opened her mouth, "But, you know, I couldn't talk him out of it."

Hearing this, the old man already knew that even if Mo Dong's death was not caused by Zhao Meilan, she could not escape being implicated.

Mo wanted to say something, but heard Liang Qingqing whisper, "Xiaosheng, don't sprinkle salt on Grandpa's wound."

With the sound of arguments and the heat outside the window, time passed by every minute.Butler Liang Bo looked at the sun in the sky, and then at his watch. It was almost eleven o'clock.

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Liang Qingqing's tone was still indifferent, "Dad, it's all my fault. I ignored Xiao Leng and annoyed you. Today is Memorial Day in the East. I will take my children with me. We will talk about other things later."

Liang Qingqing said "children", so it can be seen that the children are not just Gu Xingfeng, but all the children, including those who have arrived, are standing outside the hall silently, observing Gu Xingfeng silently.

A thought flashed in Mo Yan's mind: Yisheng's evidence shouldn't be forged, it's true.Zhao did not intend to frame Dongfang Airlines, but she was one of the executioners who killed Dongfang Airlines.He was even more determined that Mo Yiming and Mo Yiya couldn't grow up with a mother who couldn't stand by a muddy wall, otherwise the children's lives would be over.

Then, he sighed and said slowly, "Qingqing, you took the child to the memorial service. The ancestor worship ceremony in the afternoon has not changed. The child needs a reasonable mother. After all, the child is innocent."

As he said that, he gave Aunt Zhao a meaningful look, "As for Zhao, I don't think she needs to go."

"Grandpa, why?" Mo Yisheng didn't understand why Auntie Zhao had done so many things to offend the Mo family, and even indirectly killed his own father, so why did he hold the patriarch commendation ceremony.

Mo looked back, "Just because they are your father's blood, just like you."

Mozi sneered, "Blood relationship? That's ridiculous."

Mo pointed directly at everyone in the hall, with a sonorous and forceful tone, "This group of people, including you, are able to enjoy the glory and wealth of the Mo family, and live a pampered life, all because of this poor bloodline."

The people around suddenly lost their mood. Some people rejoiced that they were fish whose blood was thicker than water. Some people were shocked by the old man’s words. Blood, not your own abilities!

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Liang Qing grabbed Gu Xingfeng's arm and snapped, "One liter!"

Mo Zi looked at Liang Qingqing, Liang Qingqing had never looked like this before.He glared at Mo Fengqiu, and said: "Grandpa, no matter what, I will not agree."

After speaking, he turned and walked away, stepped on the ground in surprise, and walked out of the hall resolutely.

Liang Jian followed behind to catch up.

"You are not the master of this house." Mo Yan chased after him, furious.

Liang Qingqing still stood beside Grandpa Mo calmly, and said respectfully: "Father, Xiaosheng is still a child, and he doesn't understand the meaning of family affection, so don't take it to heart."

Master Mo's right hand trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes blushed slightly, "Qingqing, it is my father who is sorry for you, your mother, and your child."

Liang Jian's green eyes drooped slightly, "Dad, we are a family, needless to say."

Gu Xingfeng got up and left Gu Xingfeng's house without attending the morning meeting.However, the ceremony went ahead as planned, with the other children also in attendance, despite slight regret at the death of the eldest son.

Aunt Zhao thought she had won, after all she had achieved her goal.She took Mo Yiyan's hand and said, "Yan, although our goal today has been achieved, we still have a long way to go before we can survive and get what belongs to us. We must do things carefully and carefully in the future." .”

Mo Wuji nodded slightly and asked, "Mom, did you have anything to do with Dad's death?"

Aunt Zhao's heart tightened and she frowned.

Mo said, "What did Yanyan say, are you as suspicious of mother as they are?"

Mo shrugged, "No, I'm just asking."

Aunt Zhao held the bag tightly, with a calm look, "How can I hurt your father?"

Aunt Zhao reprimanded Mo.When Mo Yiming and Mo Yiyan followed to Xibaoshan, she returned to the living room and said respectfully, "Father, I was really wronged.

Father Mo didn't speak, and she explained feebly by herself. Even if she had the ability to speak eloquently, it was hard to escape Father Mo's wise mind and piercing eyes.

When she left the Mo family, the master of the Mo family ordered, "Zhao Meilan is sick, and she is still suffering. She is talking nonsense, and she is getting more and more out of line. She is not allowed to show her face these days. As for the western-style buildings in the southern suburbs, it is not suitable for her health. There is a house in Beijiang, let her go!"

The old servant beside Young Master Mo replied, "Yes, my lord, it will be arranged."

Master Mo stood up, supported the eight fairy chairs, and walked slowly towards the backyard. His pace was slower than before, as if he remembered something, he turned his head and said, "Her brother, you also knock on the door. If you do Something out of the ordinary, you should eat your food."

The old servant replied "Understood, my lord!"

"Or your bones are important!" The old servant dutifully followed behind him.

Mo Chou shuffled to the back door, pushed it open, and a dazzling light pierced his body. He squinted his eyes and looked towards Xibao Mountain, feeling mesmerized.

I miss my dead wife and son!

Xibao Mountain is located on the west side of the capital, it is a geomantic treasure land, there are many cemeteries of rich people here, it is the highest peak of the mountain, the brothers Li Shi and Liang Yikuan of the Yi nationality stand on a jagged and vulgar peak, looking at the pressure of the worshipers from the mountain .

Liang Jian's chest rose." Looking at all the mountains, he persuaded, "Liang Jian, you are not impulsive.

"A person like Aunt Zhao is not worth confronting Grandpa today." He exhaled a smoke ring.

Ink didn't speak, he asked other Ink kids to do it for him, but he couldn't accept that they were all handed over to Liang Zheng, he didn't want Liang Zheng to spend the rest of his life in black smoke in the mess left by the Ink family .

But, in this world, that's not what he wants, even though he's the heir to a billionaire Mohurst.

Liang Jian stood there wearily, found a flat stone, and sat down. “One liter, even if it takes [-] steps backwards, it doesn’t hurt to let them achieve their goals temporarily. We have a lot of ways to deal with them. It’s only a matter of time before we clean up the mess.”

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Gu Xingfeng finally stopped being silent, "I don't want to be late, I want to clean up Dad's mess early, clean up early, and write off his past!"

After a pause, he continued, "Your aunt has suffered for most of her life. When my father was alive, Zhao's mother and son were not around. We could have turned a blind eye. Now that my father is gone, They want to stop your aunt.