After this period of thinking, Su Mo had already figured out how to attract Su Renyu's attention and how to confuse him.
She believed that this trick would work.
Because the information she asked Jin Jue to find out was very important. The reason why Su Renyu was so kind to Su Xiner was because he deeply loved Aunt Gu Ying'er.
If you want him to be less doting on Su Xiner, you can only start with Aunt Gu.
Although Aunt Gu has passed away, her charm is enduring and will live in the hearts of Su Renyu and Mrs. Wang for a long time.
Otherwise, how could Mrs. Wang come up with such a vicious plan?
She sneered, climbed up a nearby rockery, opened her arms, and said loudly, "I want to ride the wind back!"
Jin Jue covered her mouth and giggled, "Miss, you have become a poet. You can drop your book bag."
Su Mo stood at a high place, condescending. The setting sun fell on her body, as if coating her with a layer of gold. Her glass-like eyes were sparkling. At this moment, she did not hide her true temperament.
"I don't want to be a poet, I want to be a free man. As free as a bird. Freedom is what I pursue forever. Power, money, fame and fortune, that's nothing."
What she said was extremely contemptuous, and Jin Jue didn't understand.
Su Mo didn't need her to understand either.
Living in a place like the Duke's Mansion surrounded by women is too depressing. Those women know who is behind the scenes when they have enough to eat and have nothing to do. They fight in person and fight back and forth without stopping. They cooperate for the sake of profit and break up for the sake of profit.
, over a little shit as big as a needle nose can cause an uproar.
She disdains company.
"Kumquat, do you know that there are thirty-six strategies, and the most commonly used strategy is to kill someone with a borrowed knife!"
As long as there is a fight, there will be different forces, involving each other and leveraging each other's strength, so that her plan can be implemented most perfectly.
Mrs. Wang wanted her to share Su Xiner's fatherly love, and she also used this to make the division of power between them more obvious.
Why not?
Jin Jue really didn't understand. She raised her head and stared at Su Mo almost worshiping, "Miss, please tell me."
They didn't know that at the other end of the garden, under the camphor tree, was a tall and handsome man with a solemn face and his hands clasped in the wind.
He stared at her blankly. That little girl who was only six years old had such a confident look on her face. How could she be different from the stubborn, humble and submissive little girl he usually saw?
