You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

When he arrived at Su Tingran's house, Sheng Mumu saw the servants moving things out.

There are several cardboard boxes piled up on the lawn in the front yard.

While wondering, Su Tingran came out from behind the door.

Seeing Sheng Mumu coming, Su Tingran raised his lips and smiled, "Mumu, you're here."

"Listen, do you want to move?" Sheng Mumu pointed to the cardboard boxes on the ground.

She clearly remembered that the Xiyu Yueting Villa was assigned to Su Tingran, so there should be no need to move it.

Su Tingran smiled, and his tone was calm: "I don't want to move. Song Yue called me in the morning and said that he would come to pick up the things he left in the afternoon."

Sheng Mumu frowned when she heard Song Yue's name:

"What can a scumbag leave behind? A green hat?"

Su heard Ran chuckle, and felt that Sheng Mumu's appearance of venting his grievances for him was very cute.

Su Tingran and Sheng Mumu went into the house together, leaving the housekeeper to take care of the rest.

Four p.m.

Song Yue's car was parked outside the villa.

Just as Song Yue was about to drive the car into the courtyard, the butler closed the iron gate.

"Sorry, Mr. Song, external vehicles cannot enter private houses."

Song Yue was stunned, and pointed to his nose, "Me, have you seen clearly who I am?"

He suspected that it was because he didn't go home very often, and the housekeeper didn't recognize his face anymore.

"See it clearly, Mr. Song." The housekeeper's expression remained unchanged, and he raised his finger to the outside of the gate, "You also have a look here."

Song Yue looked in the direction pointed by the housekeeper.

Beside the gate, there used to be a sign of "Song House" engraved, but at some point, it was replaced with "Su House".

Song Yue was speechless for a long time, shocked.

Only a few days.

No one in the family even recognized him.

"Mr. Song, our wife said that if you want to get something, you can park the car outside and come in and move it yourself."

Song Yue had nowhere to vent his resentment, and patted the steering wheel hard.

The car horn beeped a long time.

The sound alarmed Su Tingran and Sheng Mumu who were drinking tea on the terrace on the second floor.

Following the sound, they saw that Song Yue got out of the car with a displeased face and slammed the door.

Su Tingran withdrew his gaze and said to Sheng Mumu: "Mumu, you really hit the spot, he blushed with anger."

Fifteen minutes ago, Sheng Mumu gave Su Tingran an idea, not reconciled to letting the scumbag handle things so smoothly.

Sheng Mumu's eyes were bent, and she committed a problem of talking nonsense:

"Of course, my graduation thesis is "On One Hundred and Eight Ways to Effectively Kill Scumbags."

……

the other side.

Qi Mo learned the whole story from Butler Zhang.

Including the part that was enriched by Sheng Mumu.

Based on his understanding of Sheng Mumu, it is not difficult to guess what kind of psychological process she has gone through these days.

An imperceptible tension and loss flashed across the pitch-black pupils.

For a moment, it was like an arrow to return home.

not far away.

The old lady put away the scabbard and walked leisurely towards the bench.

Suddenly, a joyful voice came.

"Old lady, Mr. Qi—" Dr. Jiang ran towards him.

After standing still, he gasped heavily, held the old lady's shoulders, and announced excitedly:

"No more! There are no traces of the tumor on the latest examination report. Old lady, you are cured! The treatment effect is better and faster than expected."

The old lady was stunned, and it took several seconds to digest Dr. Jiang's words.

After a long while, the wrinkles on the wrinkled face rose up one by one, and they were piled together happily.

"Doctor Jiang, you and your senior brother have taken care of you during this time." Qi Mo had an obvious smile in his eyes, and he did not forget to thank Dr. Jiang in addition to his joy.

Dr. Jiang raised his lips and smiled, looking into the distance.

At the end of the line of sight, Senior Brother stood under the tree in a white coat, smiled slightly and raised his chin.

"Mr. Qi, what's the matter? You paid us more than ten times higher than outsiders. We should do our best to take care of the old lady." Dr. Jiang turned to look at the old lady, "Although there are no traces of the tumor now, but in the end It’s better to stay here and observe for half a month, it’s safer.”

Qi Mo: "Okay."

Just as he finished speaking, his arm was patted by the old lady.

"Elderly, you go back first. You don't have to stay here with me for the rest of the half month. You must miss Mu Mu and Xiao Budian very much after being away for so long."

Qi Mo paused for a moment, but didn't answer, still uneasy in his heart.

The old lady raised her head and saw that her grandson, who was much taller than her, was still hesitating, so she pushed his arm again.

The tone became hasty, a series of complaints:

"Go, go, go, go, don't get in the way of my eyes."

"Holding your phone all day long to get lost in thought."

"I'm in Germany, but I don't know where to fly."

Qi Mo was tall and straight, but was pushed back half a step by the old lady's force.

The corners of the mouth slowly turned up, and the sharp and clear jaw lightly nodded:

"Okay, listen to you."

After arranging the affairs in Germany, Qi Mo asked Dong Te to help book the earliest flight.

It is expected to arrive in Beijing at night.

……

Xiyu Yueting.

When Su Tingran came to the front yard, Song Yue had already moved all the cardboard boxes, but stood in the yard without leaving.

Song Yue stayed up all night last night and drank a bottle of red wine.

Recalling the scene of acquaintance, love and marriage with Su Tingran, the more I think about it, the more regretful I feel.

So he deliberately borrowed the excuse of getting the clothes, and wanted to say sorry to Su Tingran himself.

They stood at the door of the villa.

Song Yue's lips twitched as he was about to speak.

Mrs. Dongxu next door passed them.

Mrs. Xu didn't know the situation, so she said hello: "Mrs. Song, Mr. Song, are you planning to go out for dinner?"

Su Tingran looked over and smiled brightly, "Sister Xu, I divorced him, I am no longer Mrs. Song, please call me Xiao Su from now on."

Song Yue's body froze, and he suddenly felt cold all over, and his heart felt like being stabbed by an ice pick.

Seeing Su Tingran's bright and vivid smile, he couldn't say the "I'm sorry" anymore.

He knew that she no longer needed his apology.

……

After Song Yue left, Su Tingran opened a bottle of expensive red wine, intending to celebrate his new life with Sheng Mumu.

They sat down in the small side hall and were choosing wine glasses when Sheng Mumu's phone vibrated and received a new message.

Qi Mo: "What you said last time doesn't count."

Sheng Mumu stopped his movements, and a question mark slowly rose in his heart.

Turning up the dialog box, she realized that she hadn't seen the message Qi Mo sent her a few hours ago.

Sheng Mumu jokingly replied:

"What? If I said 'eat grass tomorrow' after I weighed it, it would definitely not count. [Smile.jpg]"

Qi Mo: "Tell me, your two superficial preferences."

Sheng Mumu:? ? ?

Before she could think too much, a transfer red envelope popped up on the screen instantly.

There are several zeros at the mantissa, seven or eight in a row.

Sheng Mumu was stunned, and pressed his finger to accept the payment reflexively.

The transfer red envelopes were still being sent, so she took the time to ask, "What are you doing?"

Qi Mo replied in a second: "Follow what you like."

Sheng Mumu's heartbeat slowed down for a few seconds, and the dimple sank unconsciously.

Slander: "Old fox, get rid of these bells and whistles."

On the side, Su Tingran picked out the wine glass and turned to look at Sheng Mumu.

At this moment, the smile on Sheng Mumu's face changed into a serious and dignified face, frowning, poking the screen with his fingers.

"What's the matter, Mu Mu? Who's the news?" Su Tingran was puzzled, feeling that Mu Mu looked very serious.

Sheng Mumu responded casually: "Qi Mo."

Su Tingran showed worry on his face: "Mumu, you've always been with me recently, Mr. Qi didn't blame you for ignoring him, did he? I remember that Mr. Qi was quite cold, if he gets angry—"

Before she finished speaking, Sheng Mumu waved her hand and interrupted with a smile:

"How can you be angry? He's very close to others."