Seeing Lu Chenyu, Mo Qing was also a little surprised.
"Qingqing, is he Lu Chenyu?" Behind Mo Qing, Mo Zhiyuan was also surprised.
He had only heard his sister mention this person, but he had never met Lu Chenyu in person.
"Lu Chenyu, you came just in time, let this crazy woman let go of me." Mo Qing's hand was still held by Mo Xiaodie!
The corners of Mo Xiaodie's mouth curled up, and her thin lips parted slightly: "Cousin, do you really not recognize me?"
"Cousin? Who are you, this woman? Don't try to have a relationship with me." Mo Qing looked disdainful.
Mo Xiaodie was not angry, but instead chuckled: "Cousin, I didn't expect that you would forget your family so quickly after going abroad for so many years."
Mo Qing and Mo Zhiyuan stared at her for a long time.
"You, are you Mo Xiaodie?" Mo Zhiyuan recognized Mo Xiaodie's identity first.
"It seems that my cousin's eyesight is much better than that of my cousin." Although she said so, Mo Xiaodie's hand still did not let go of Mo Qing.
Mo Xiao's wrist hurt a little from her grip.
"Mo Xiaodie, since you know that I am your cousin, why don't you let me go quickly?" she shouted angrily.
Back then, Mo Xiaodie was black, thin, dry, with yellow hair, and her clothes were in tatters. She looked like a beggar child. Every time she went back, she would see her lighting a fire in the kitchen, her face covered in dust.
Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for several years, the little beggar who only knew how to hunt pigs and make fires would change his appearance.
Although the clothes she wore looked ordinary and not from internationally renowned brands, she recognized the brand and the prices were not cheap.
Also, who was the cool and handsome man who was protecting him just now? What was their relationship? Why was that man so nervous about Mo Xiaodie, a village girl?
Because her voice was too loud, Mo Zili, who was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, frowned and turned over unhappily.
Mo Xiaodie didn't want her son to see the adults arguing, so she didn't care and pulled Mo Qing out of the room.
"Mo Xiaodie, I haven't seen you in a few years. Have you grown up in skills?" Mo Qing still put Mo Xiaodie on the spot as the poor little girl she was more than ten years ago with an arrogant attitude.
"No matter how capable I am, I can't compare to my cousin. In order to marry into the Murong family, I would not hesitate to treat other people's sons as my own." Mo Xiaodie raised her head and retorted directly.
When she was a child, Mo Qing bullied her behind her back. She deliberately knocked the fruit candies given by her uncle to the ground and asked her to pick them up. She took the opportunity to laugh at her and mock her as a little beggar who had never eaten anything.
She, Mo Xiaodie, didn't fight back because she was too weak at that time. If she had fought back, she would have received a severe beating from her grandma.
Therefore, she could only endure it.
However, things are different now. No one should want to bully her like before.
"What do you mean by that?" Mo Qing was stunned.
"What do you mean? Cousin, I solemnly tell you today that Mo Zili is my son. As long as I, Mo Xiaodie, are here, you will never get close to her again." Mo Xiaodie announced her identity to Mo Qing domineeringly.
, and her custody of Mo Zili.
Mo Qing looked at her in astonishment, thinking that Mo Xiaodie was either crazy or had some brain problems.
"Mo Xiaodie, you must be mentally ill. Mo Zili is my son who was born prematurely after seven months of pregnancy. How come he became your son just after returning to Yucheng?"
"Do you also want to marry into the Murong family?"