While Su Muying went to take a shower, Young Master He went downstairs. Young Master Feng didn't know who he was talking to on the phone. His cool little face twisted into a ball. When he saw Young Master He coming down, he immediately handed over the phone in his hand. , "I'm looking for you, Daddy, can you stop trying to pull red strings for me like a marriage agency? If you can't wait to have a grandson, see if I can give birth to one."
An Luosi's smile froze, while Wei Lan and Bo Song twitched the corners of their mouths.
Sister-in-law Qi smiled so much that she stood at the door of the kitchen without saying a word. Mr. He raised his eyebrows and took the phone, "He Lianlin."
"Uncle Peacock." A childish and arrogant voice came from the other end. Mr. He choked, held his forehead, and heard the other end continue to say, "Uncle Peacock, no, handsome guy, I want to go to your house."
Glancing sideways at his son, Mr. He slowly raised his lips, "Do you want to come and cultivate a relationship with my son?"
"That's it, by the way, I'll handle the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law issues with Muying Ah Yin."
Mo Xiaoniu spoke unscrupulously, and those who listened were looking in all directions. Her voice was crisp and tender, with a sweet flavor, making people unable to believe that a five-year-old girl was teasing her own prince as well.
Master Feng stood up angrily, "You are giving birth to a son for a blind date. It's a bad idea."
He hurried to his room and closed the door with a loud bang. The force was quite strong. Anluosi touched his nose. Young Master He came slowly and said, "Don't worry, there must be no problems with mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in my family."
"I know, it's about form." Mo Xiaoniu murmured to herself, then smiled, "Uncle He, was your handsome son so angry that I slammed the door and ran away?"
"Little girl Mo, you are quite foresight."
"So, if I become your daughter-in-law, you won't suffer any loss."
Mr. He tilted his head and thought about it. He really didn't suffer. The scene between a strong daughter and a son who is as big as an iceberg, is it a fierce confrontation, or is it smoothing each other out? It's a good show! Those pairs of eyes were staring at the show. The look in his eyes made the other three people feel cold.
It was really unlucky to be targeted by Mr. He with such evil intentions.
"Uncle He, I'll hang up the phone first. My dad is back. He doesn't like his daughter coming to his door by himself."
Immediately after the call was hung up, Mr. He slowly turned his head, stared at the three of them and said, "Do you think Chu Feng and Mo Yuan are suitable?"
Anluosi wanted to answer, Mo Yuan of the Mo family is a bastard, and his brother seems to be more suitable for Master Feng. Although Master Feng will break his neck immediately if he says this, isn't he a good gay friend now?
What a perfect match Mo Jie and Master Feng must be!
An Luosi was masturbating alone, while Leng Xi came from the kitchen and took the fruit salad prepared by Sister-in-law Qi while eating and expressing his opinions, "Prince, you think so far, is Master Feng suitable for Mo Yuan? Mo Yuan is not serious either. I like Master Feng, what a beautiful child he is, he is a limited edition."
Wei Lan felt that it was necessary to clarify and coughed slightly, "I think it's better to cultivate your own emotional matters and not force it."
Only Bo Song sat on the side with a heavy face and said nothing. Young Master He was silent for a moment and then slowly said, "Wei Lan, find out those who bully Su Muying and kill them without mercy."
Bo Song's body trembled obviously, Leng Xi and An Luosi both noticed it. In fact, they both knew who it was.
Bo Song slowly stood up and lowered his eyes, "Prince, leave this matter to me and I will handle it."
"If you can keep your personal feelings out of it." He Shaoyi pointed out, his tone was unprecedentedly cold, which made people's hearts tremble. Bo Song bit his lip and nodded heavily, "I will give the prince a satisfactory explanation. I will
Bring her to the Crown Prince and admit her mistake in person."
"Okay, I believe you."
Narrowing his eyes, he threw the phone in his hand on the sofa. Mr. He got up and went upstairs. The time might be just right.
Su Muying took a bath, wrapped herself in a bath towel, and walked out of the bathroom.
Just at this time, Mr. He pushed the door open and came in. Looking at the scars on her body, a sullen voice came out, "Who did the injuries on her body?"
Su Muying was startled. The towel that could not cover her scars was tightly held by her. She smiled and tried to appease Young Master He's anger, but in vain. Young Master He's face remained gloomy and he strode towards
She raised her hand and the bath towel slipped from his fingertips.
The bruises all over his body left ugly marks on his delicate and fair skin, which made his eyes red.
Young Master He was so cold and murderous that no one dared to look directly at him.
Su Muying took the bath towel and wrapped it around herself again. Her face was flushed. She took Mr. He's hand and walked to the bedside to sit down. She decided not to hide it and told everything about it. It also said,
How come Bai Yiwei is Bo Song's sister? Bo Song is absolutely loyal to Mr. He. Can you please let Bo Yiwei go for Bo Song's sake?
Young Master He was completely angry. He felt that he could not vent his hatred by killing anyone now.
He stood up and walked to the window, opened it, and shouted, "Wei Lan."
Su Muying was shaken by him, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but her eyes were red. "That figure with such determination that only she can rely on will belong to her for the rest of her life." When Wei Lan heard the voice, he hurriedly walked out of the room.
He ran out, raised his head high, and saw that his prince's whole body was covered with anger, "Prince, what are you doing to me?"
"Bomb the black-faced ship stranded in the Gulf of Mexico, immediately, immediately```"
Wei Lan nodded blankly.
Su Muying hugged him tightly from behind. He was stunned in anger and turned his head, "I'll give you medicine."
Su Muying shook her head, "It's nothing, it doesn't matter."
"It's okay?" He turned around and looked at her gloomily and distressedly, "Su Muying, your whole body is covered with injuries, and you actually told me that it's okay?"
"Master He, I'm really fine."
Mr. He narrowed his eyes and picked her up directly. Without giving her any chance to object, he put her on the bed and pulled off the bath towel she had been wrapped in for less than three minutes. Su Muying exclaimed and wanted to pull the quilt, He
The young master held her hands and pressed them to her sides, her naked and enchanting figure exposed to the air, in his eyes.
"Young Master He!" She was angry and annoyed. Although it was not the first time she had met him frankly or had close contact with him, she was covered in wounds. How ugly was she? Her face turned purple, "He Lianlin,
Let go."
Mr. He supported both sides of her body, pressed her hands, and held them gently so as not to hurt her. When his eyes touched the bruises on her body, his eyes dimmed leisurely, and suddenly heartache overflowed, making her
Gradually the struggle stopped.
In his eyes, she understood too much.
She could see through and see how much this man loved her, how much he cared for her, and how much he cared about her. Compared to the feelings he had withheld five years ago, he now cared about her more deliberately.