Chapter 252 Mo Yuan Village's First Fiancee Liu Shi
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed.
The village chief shouted angrily: "Mr. Ye."
Mo Zhongping's expression was very calm, and there was no change at all.
As his wife, Liang Yumei understands him better than anyone else.
Although her face was calm, Liang Yumei could still feel the sadness in his heart.
Mo Zhongping shook his head at Liang Yumei to express that he was fine and told her not to worry. Then he looked at Mrs. Ye and looked at her with burning eyes: "If mother doesn't like her son so much, why did she give birth to a son in the first place?"
Mrs. Ye was obviously very angry, and her eyes did not conceal her disgust for Mo Zhongping: "If your dead grandma hadn't forced me to give birth, do you think I would have given birth to you?"
His tone no longer had the false pretense, and the rest was filled with anger.
Seeing that she was still going crazy, Mo Yuancun slapped her hard on the face: "Shut up."
Xu was knocked awake, and Mrs. Ye covered her face and did not make any further fuss.
Seeing that none of them were talking, Mo Yunqing said, "Have you had enough trouble?"
Mo Yuancun immediately lowered his head: "Old ancestor."
Mo Yunqing said solemnly: "I asked you to come here to solve problems, not to quarrel or beat people."
After finishing speaking, Mo Yunqing looked at Mo Yuancun and said, "You had an engaged wife before you got married, right?"
Mo Yuancun was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding why Mo Yunqing suddenly asked this: "Yes."
Mo Yunqing looked at Mrs. Ye: "Do you hate your own son so much?"
Mrs. Ye said nothing.
The village chief's face darkened when he saw that Old Mrs. Ye was silent. When Mo Yuancun saw it, he immediately glared at Old Mrs. Ye and said, "My ancestors are asking you a question, please say nothing."
Mrs. Ye's thin body shook and she said without hesitation: "Yes."
Mo Yunqing took a deep look at Mrs. Ye, and after a while she said without any emotion: "In that case, let's adopt him into the name of the Liu family."
The truth of these words shocked everyone, and everyone looked at Mo Yunqing.
The village chief was about to speak, but someone beat him to it.
Mrs. Ye was irritated by Mo Yunqing's words, and shouted at Mo Yunqing loudly: "I don't agree. Why should I adopt the name of that short-lived woman?"
The village chief didn't quite understand Mo Yunqing's approach, so he said tactfully: "My ancestors, isn't this very good?"
Mo Zhongshun also followed up and said, "Yes, ancestors, no matter how much my mother dislikes Lao Wu, Lao Wu was born in ten months of pregnancy. How can I take advantage of outsiders?"
Mo Yunqing ignored the words of the village chief and Mrs. Ye, and looked at Mo Zhongshun with a sneer, with emotions in his eyes that Mo Zhongshun could not understand.
"Outsiders? I remember that although Ms. Liu didn't live long enough to marry your father, she was engaged and entered the Mo family tree after her death. She was even your father's first wife. According to the rules, you all have to call her her.
Call me auntie."
After saying this, not only did Mo Zhongshun's expression change, but even Mrs. Ye's expression became difficult.
On the other hand, Mo Yuancun's expression was indifferent, which made Mo Yunqing think a little more.
Turning to look at Mo Zhongping, his tone softened slightly: "What do you think?"
Mo Zhongping knew that Mo Yunqing was doing this for his own good, so he did not disappoint Mo Yunqing.
"Back to our ancestors, I have been thinking about this for a long time. When my mother came over to make trouble last time, I had already had this idea. I was still a little hesitant at first. Now that my mother hates my son so much, it is just right to adopt him to my aunt. This way
This will save my mother from hating my son."
Mo Yunqing looked at him, a hint of complexity flashed in her eyes. He was afraid that he would be hated by his mother, so he took the matter on himself.
He said that he had thought this way for a long time, so that Mrs. Ye could transfer her hatred to him.
These words drove Old Mrs. Ye crazy. She rushed in front of him and beat, scratched and scolded him.
"Unfilial thing, you were born to me, and you want to pass on to that short-lived ***. In your dream, you want to pass on to her, unless I die."
Mo Yunqing subconsciously wanted to step forward and pull Mrs. Ye away.
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Jiang Ximing took a step ahead of her, stepped forward and pulled Mo Zhongping away, and said to the two brothers Mo Zhongli: "If you haven't pulled your mother away yet, your ancestors, I and the village chief are still here, so you dare to do it in front of me?"
Do it in front of the elders."
Mo Zhongli frowned and stepped forward to hold his mother.
"Mom, stop fighting."
Mo Zhongshun also hurriedly stepped forward to help: "Mom, our ancestors and the village chief are still here, please stop fighting."
What he said was obvious. If Mo Yunqing and the village chief were not here, they could fight, but there was someone else here at the moment.
Mo Yunqing glanced at him, and then moved her gaze to Mo Yuancun.
Mo Yuancun looked gloomy at Mo Yunqing's eyes, and stepped forward and pulled Old Mrs. Ye away: "That's enough."
Mrs. Ye, who was dragged away, did not stop going crazy. She looked at Mo Yuancun with a sinister expression: "Do you also want to adopt this unfilial son to that short-lived ***?"
Seeing her mouthing a short-lived fuck, Mo Yuancun looked at her with a sullen face and looked at her with a more ferocious look: "Ms. Liu is also my wife. If you mouth a piece of fuck, who am I?"
After hearing what Mo Yuancun said, Mrs. Ye felt as if she had been betrayed. She scratched at him frantically: "She is your wife, what am I? Mo Yuancun, what am I."
Mo Yuancun was really annoyed by her appearance and pushed her away coldly: "Are you crazy enough?"
Mo Zhongli sighed and said helplessly: "Mom, stop making trouble."
Mo Zhongshun already regretted why he came back. He was annoyed that his mother, let alone his father, was like this: "Yes, mother, so many people are watching."
Mrs. Ye listened best to the words of her two sons, especially her fourth son.
Seeing that Mrs. Ye stopped making trouble, Mo Yunqing looked at Mo Yuancun: "What did you say?"
Before Mo Yuancun could speak, Mrs. Ye said harshly: "I won't agree. Even if you are the ancestor of the village, I won't agree."
The village chief looked at her with a dark face: "Why did the Tomura family talk to our ancestors?"
Mo Yunqing did not give in at all and directly stated her attitude: "It's not your turn to disagree with this matter."
Mrs. Ye ignored the village chief's words and looked at Mo Yunqing with a fierce look on her face. She was so angry that her whole body was shaking: "You..."
Mo Yuancun's face was gloomy, and his voice was a little higher than before. It was obvious that he was angry: "Shut up, you have no place to speak here."
Old Mrs. Ye's face turned pale. Although she was a little scared, she did not give in as usual: "I gave birth to the fifth child. The flesh that fell from my body is his mother. I don't agree with any of you."
Mo Zhongping had been silent just now. Now he looked directly at Mrs. Ye. There was no emotion on his face and his tone was very calm: "Mom, do you want to force your son to death?"
Mrs. Ye said gloomily: "Even if you die, you were born by me."