After the divorce, my wife wants to remarry, and Mr. Di is crazy.

Upon hearing that he was going to make medicine for his grandfather, Mo Jingtian hurriedly took Lan Yuexin to the kitchen at home.

"Sister Yueyue, thank you very much. If you hadn't arrived in time, I really wouldn't have a grandpa."

When he said this, Mo Jingtian's eyes suddenly turned red again, and tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.

God knows how heartbroken he was when he heard that his grandfather was not breathing.

In the past two years since he returned to the Mo family, his grandfather had been very good to him. He still wanted to spend more time with the old man. How could his grandfather leave him...

Fortunately, sister Yueyue arrived in time and saved grandpa, giving him another chance to stay with the old man and fulfill his filial piety.

Hearing the choking in his voice, Lan Yuexin glanced sideways at him, feeling annoyed.

"No need to thank you, just remember to pay the consultation fee."

Mo Jingtian, who was about to secretly wipe his tears, was stunned when he heard the medical fee. He seemed to have never expected that Lan Yuexin, who was so familiar with the two of them, would take the initiative to ask for the medical fee.

But thinking that Sister Yueyue worked so hard to come to save Grandpa, she should be paid for the medical treatment, so he nodded quickly.

"Oh, okay, I will pay the consultation fee to your account immediately. Sister Yueyue, I will pay it according to your normal price..."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and was about to transfer money. Lan Yuexin stopped him with a smile.

"I'm just kidding. It's easy to do it without paying for the consultation. We are so familiar with each other, and we always talk about money and hurt our feelings. This time, the consultation is free."

Lan Yuexin doesn't have many free clinics. After all, she likes to cheat other people's money. Mo Jingtian got this rare opportunity and grinned.

"Sister Yueyue, you are so kind to me! Haha..."

Smiling, he raised his hand to secretly wipe away his tears and nose. Lan Yuexin accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene and moved aside in disgust.

"Mo Jingtian, you are not a child anymore, why don't you use tissues to wipe your tears and nose? Hey, it's so disgusting to have your hands covered with mud..."

Mo Jingtian: "..."

I was caught secretly wiping my tears and nose, so embarrassing...

He ran to the bathroom to wash his hands and face, and then he ran back to the kitchen.

Lan Yuexin had already cleaned the medicinal materials and asked immediately when she saw him coming in.

"Is there a medicine jar here?"

"Yes, I'll give it to you."

Mo Jingtian took out a medicine jar from a cupboard. He cleaned the jar neatly and then gave it to Lan Yuexin.

Lan Yuexin put all the medicinal ingredients in and then gave the order.

"It's better that you add water. Stop when I say enough is enough."

She left the task of adding water to Mo Jingtian. After all, she wouldn't come specially to make medicine for Mr. Mo in the next few days. Mo Jingtian had to make all these arrangements himself.

She was only responsible for teaching Mo Jingtian. When the time came, it was none of her business whether he would do it himself or leave it to others.

Mo Jingtian also thought of this, and he obediently shook a ladle of water and started pouring it into the medicine jar.

Lan Yuexin kept watching, and when she noticed that the water was almost gone, she shouted stop.

"That's it. After the fire comes to a boil, lower the heat and simmer slowly until more than half a bowl of water is left. It will take about forty minutes..."

The two of them were busy in the kitchen. In the living room, Mr. Mo was staring at Uncle Mo who was coming downstairs. His eyes were almost ready to burst into flames.

"Guizi, why are you still here? Get out, I don't want to see you again..."

"Dad, calm down. I'm here to borrow money from my eldest nephew, and I won't bother you. I don't understand what you're angry about! I'm your biological son, why don't you want to see me so much?"

When Mr. Mo said these words, he expressed his grievance. He really felt a little aggrieved.

The eldest nephew is so rich now, why don't he borrow some money from his third uncle to spend money? Does this old man need to be so angry? It's not like borrowing his money.

Uncle Mo even doubted whether he was the biological son of this damn old man. Now he didn't want to speak for him, and even chased him away...

Uncle Mo secretly resented Mr. Mo for not helping with the loan and holding him back, but he still looked aggrieved on his face.

He tried to win Mr. Mo's love and sympathy with this appearance, and then help him get money from Mo Jingchen.

But he didn't know that Mr. Mo had been extremely disappointed in him for a long time, and seeing him like that would only make him angrier.

When he heard him mention borrowing money again, Mr. Mo was so angry that his heart ached. He clutched his chest and gasped for air, glaring fiercely at his incompetent son.

This traitor must have gone into gambling again and owed a lot of debt. He actually came to Ah Chen to lend him money to wipe his ass. He said it was a loan. Has he ever paid back what he borrowed before? How can there be such a needless person in this world? Face stuff!

"Gui Zi, we in the Mo family don't have scum like you. Get out of here, don't let me see you again. Sooner or later, I will be pissed to death by you..."

Mr. Mo was so angry that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys ached. All his wisdom had been defeated by this son who was like mud.

This traitor is good at eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling. Why did the Mo family's gene mutate to create such a scum of society...

The more Mr. Mo thought about it, the angrier he became. The angrier he became, the more his heart hurt. Suddenly, his face turned pale.

He secretly warned himself not to be angry. If he got angry again, he would really die. If he died, he would not be able to hold his great-grandson. He had not even defeated the old woman from the Di family, so he could not die first...

Mo Jingchen saw that the old man's face was starting to look wrong. He looked coldly at Uncle Mo who still had the nerve to be angry with his grandfather at this time, and his tone was filled with frost.

"Third uncle, this is the last time I call you this. We have been separated into two families for a long time. Why do you think I will still fill in those holes for you? Go away and don't be this angry grandpa like me again in the future. , otherwise, don’t blame me for not caring about that blood relationship.”

His voice was extremely cold, and Uncle Mo curled his lips in disapproval.

"Jingchen, I hugged you when you were a child. I'm your third uncle. You can't just die without saving me. I don't want much. This time I only need 300 million. You can lend it to me." Let me take the money and disappear in front of the old man immediately. I will never anger him again..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Mo, who was clutching his chest, couldn't bear it anymore and picked up the teapot and threw it at him.

"You bastard, get out, get out, get away~"

Three hundred million is not much, how could this bastard have the nerve to say such a thing...

Giving him one yuan for such a piece of mud would be a waste, but he still had the nerve to ask for three hundred million... ah...

The teapot flew towards me with the old man's anger, and Uncle Mo didn't have time to dodge.

Mainly because he didn't expect that at this time, the old man would still have the strength to hit people.

There was a "bang" sound, and Uncle Mo's forehead was hit hard by the teapot, which made him curse in pain.

"Old man, you're crazy, why are you beating people?"

Mr. Mo, who had used all his strength, turned paler. When he heard that the traitor dared to call him a damn old man, he blew his beard and glared.

"Did I beat a human? I beat him clearly like a beast..."

Before Mr. Mo could finish breathing heavily, an anxious voice sounded.

"Grandpa, please take a break and I'll help you beat the beasts."

Mo Jingtian rushed out of the kitchen holding a rolling pin he had picked up. After shouting for his grandfather to take a rest, he rushed to Uncle Mo.

Then, with Uncle Mo's horrified eyes, he raised the rolling pin and hit him hard, until Uncle Mo held his head and screamed.

Lan Yuexin followed Mo Jingtian out. Seeing that Mr. Mo's expression was very wrong, she hurried over and gave him a few injections.

The noise here just now was so loud that even though the kitchen was some distance away from the living room, she and Mo Jingtian still heard some of it.