After admitting her wrong husband, she climbed the wall overnight with her three treasures

The sudden sound stunned the two people in the study.

Jiang Yi'an frowned, turned his head subconsciously, and followed the sound.

At the door of the study, Mo Beixiao, dressed in black, was leaning lazily against the door with his hands folded across his chest.

Seeing the woman turning her head to look over, the man stood up with a sneer and said, "Although Miss Jiang and I have not known each other for a long time, we have saved Miss Jiang's life, and Miss Jiang has also blocked bullets for me."

"I didn't expect that in your eyes, I am still inferior to a vegetable you have never even met."

When he said these words, Mo Beixiao's falcon-like eyes locked coldly on Jiang Yi'an's. Jiang Yi'an could clearly see the coldness and disappointment in her eyes.

She looked away with a guilty conscience: "That's not what I meant."

"What does Miss Jiang mean?"

Mo Beixiao walked to the sofa and sat down, his cold eyes still staring at Jiang Yi'an's face: "Miss Jiang, can you tell me, what is it? In your heart, Mo Nan is better than Mo Is Beixiao better?"

Jiang Yi'an bit his lip, not knowing what to say for a moment.

She said those words just now deliberately to test Grandpa Mo.

In fact, she still had a fantasy in her heart. If Grandpa Mo was not as bad to Mo Nanze as she thought, or if Grandpa Mo would be persuaded by her, she could successfully meet Mo Nanze and become husband and wife with him. , helped Hanghang cure his illness.

But Jiang Yi'an never expected that Mo Beixiao would listen to every word of her random talk in front of Grandpa Mo.

"Beixiao."

Seeing Jiang Yi'an's face turned ugly and unable to speak, Mr. Mo frowned: "Why are you embarrassing An An?"

"You can openly get back together with that Qin Hanshuang, but can't An An say bad things about you behind your back?"

The old man snorted coldly: "Only the state officials are allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light lamps!"

Mo Beixiao looked up at the old man coldly, with a sneer on his lips: "Do you think she said that on purpose because of the matter between Qin Hanshuang and me?"

"if not?"

Mr. Mo stroked his beard: "An An is not a fool. How could she think that a useless person is better than you?"

"He has been lying in bed for five years, and even those who complimented him and liked him have disappeared. An An has never even seen his face, and has never had any interaction with him before. How could she think he is good?"

After saying that, the old man frowned, picked up the teacup and took a sip irritably: "It's better not to mention him, it's bad luck."

"unlucky?"

Mo Beixiao narrowed his eyes and glanced at the old man with some displeasure: "Even if he is a vegetable or a useless person, he is still your grandson and my biological brother."

"You think he is unlucky, why don't you think I am unlucky?"

One sentence instantly ignited Mr. Mo's anger.

He threw the teacup out of his hand with a bang: "Mo Beixiao!"

"It's been five years, do you still want to quarrel with me because of that loser?"

"I said he was a loser and unlucky. Am I wrong?"

"Do you want me to recall what happened five years ago to you again?"

The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, and his face turned red: "If it weren't for him insisting on finding that woman, would our Mo family almost go bankrupt because of him, and almost destroy our ancestor's century-old foundation?"

"If you hadn't kept up the good work, our family would have gone bankrupt five years ago!"

As he spoke, he slapped the table angrily, and his voice even shouted at the top of his lungs: "It's because of his behavior that I don't want you to be emotionally bound, so I have to let you fulfill your engagement and marry me. Get married safely!"

"But you should stop it. You have been entangled with that Qin Hanshuang, almost harmed An An and An An's children, and now you have publicly reconciled with that Qin Hanshuang!"

"You have to be like him and make me angry to death, right?"

After saying the last word, the old man blushed, covered his chest and began to cough violently.

Seeing this, Jiang Yian rushed forward to support the old man's shaky body: "Grandpa, don't be so excited, calm down!"

Mo Beixiao also came over and stood on the other side of him, intending to stretch out his hand to help him.

"Unworthy descendants, don't touch me!"

The old man threw Mo Beixiao away, clutching his chest and coughing even harder.

"What's going on here?"

The sound of coughing attracted Butler Bai who was arranging work for the servants outside.

He rushed in, supported the old man and patted his back to help him calm down, while he raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Beixiao helplessly: "Second Young Master, he has been angry these days because of you and Miss Qin. Well, you...don't be angry with him."

Looking at the old man's appearance, Mo Beixiao snorted, lowered his eyes and sent a message on his mobile phone asking Bai Ming to find an ambulance. He sneered and said, "I just said a few words for my brother."

Grandpa usually insulted him and scolded him, but he would not talk back.

But his brother had made so many sacrifices for the Mo family, just because he made some wrong decisions before the accident. Even if he lay in bed and became a vegetative state, he still had to be scolded by his grandfather.

He really couldn't listen anymore, so he just said a few words.

Now it was his fault again.

Butler Bai sighed: "But you also know the old man's body..."

After saying that, he shook his head and turned to look at Jiang Yi'an: "Madam, let's help him go downstairs first."

Jiang Yi'an nodded and followed Butler Bai to help the old man leave.

When she reached the door, she couldn't help but glance back at Mo Beixiao.

His tall and straight body stood quietly on the spot, his brows furrowed, like a student who had made a mistake and was thrown outside the classroom.

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Yi'an felt inexplicably like there was an empty space in his heart.

"Mrs."

The voice of Butler Bai in her ears brought her back from her thoughts.

Jiang Yian came to his senses, quickly looked away, and helped Mr. Mo downstairs.

When the two people brought the old man to the door of the villa, Bai Ming had already arrived with an ambulance: "How did it happen like this?"

At this time, Mr. Mo was lying on a stretcher, breathing rapidly as if he could only breathe out and not in.

Butler Bai frowned: "I had a quarrel with the second young master."

After saying that, while he was busy carrying the old man to the ambulance, he turned to look at Jiang Yi'an: "Is it because of Miss Qin's matter that the two of them quarreled?"

Jiang Yi'an nodded, then shook his head: "It's because of Mo Nanze's matter."

"It's happening again."

Butler Bai sighed: "In the past five years, every time the grandfather and grandson quarreled, it was because of the eldest young master."

He said, shaking his head as he got into the ambulance.

Jiang Yi'an frowned and sat up.

On the way to the hospital, the air in the ambulance was quiet except for the sound of the ventilator on Mr. Mo's body.

Jiang Yian calmed down for a moment, then turned to look at Butler Bai: "In recent years...do Mo Beixiao and Grandpa Mo often quarrel about Mo Nanze?"