"Tingting," Mrs. Mo waved her hand, "let her come down and talk."
Ling Kexin pinched the corner of her clothes, then calmly walked down the stairs and walked to Old Mrs. Mo. Old Mrs. Mo took off her flower glasses and looked at Ling Kexin up and down with a strange expression. Jier smiled slightly: "She is pretty, but...
…Girl, are you still young?”
"Twenty." Ling Kexin replied.
"Oh, are you here to work to pay off debts?" Mrs. Mo's tone became a little softer. Ling Kexin looked at her and found that her eyes were kind and felt that she was not as unapproachable as she thought.
Perhaps, compared with young people, old people are more likely to sympathize with poor children? Are they more likely to be kind?
Then can she...
"Old lady, I'm here to find my mother. My father died when I was fifteen years old. My mother can't be found now. I have no money. Young Master Mo said that my mother owed him a lot of money and took me to the manor.
The debt is low." Ling Kexin said clearly, her clear eyes slowly filled with a layer of mist.
Her sad expression matched her words, so the effect should be good.
Mrs. Mo paused for a moment, then frowned. Soon, a trace of pity appeared on her eyebrows, and the wrinkles on her forehead were filled with pity, as gentle as the ripples of water in a hot spring.
Ling Kexin felt that her assumption was right. In this family, she finally found someone who could sympathize with her.
"Girl, how much does your mother owe us?" Old Mrs. Mo asked.
Ling Kexin shook her head. Before she could answer, Mo Yiting spoke angrily: "Grandma, don't sympathize with her. She is very good at acting. You don't know her! She always makes her brother angry with us these days.
She is very fierce, and she is a bad girl who always hooks up with boys and is very shameless."
Mo Yiting didn't care about Ling Kexin's dignity at all, she spoke freely and criticized her casually.
Ling Kexin looked at Ling Kexin angrily, bit her lip lightly, scratched her skirt with both hands, looking angry but afraid to speak, which made Mrs. Mo both confused and somewhat appreciative.
It seems that Mo Yiting's words are half true and half false. Seeing how angry she is, it is probably possible to make her grandson angry.
"Tingting, you can't speak so casually." Mrs. Mo turned back to criticize Mo Yiting. Her fair attitude made Ling Kexin feel a little better.
She lowered her eyes, looking aggrieved and downcast.
"Go have breakfast," Mrs. Mo looked at Ling Kexin, her eyes still shining with charity, "I will talk to the young master about you then."
"Thank you, old lady." Ling Kexin bowed to her respectfully.
"Grandma, you can't interfere in eldest brother's affairs, otherwise, he will be unhappy." When Ling Kexin turned around, she heard Mo Yiting shouting anxiously.
Ling Kexin slowed down and listened to Mrs. Mo's words: "Is he going to drive me to the United States too?"
"It's possible, I'm afraid of my eldest brother."
"If he chases me away, I will break his legs."
Regardless of whether the old lady had the courage or not, these words fell into Ling Kexin’s ears and she laughed!
When Ling Kexin entered the servant building, Wang Ma immediately brought her breakfast, three meat buns and a bowl of porridge. She also gave her the bag she left in the kitchen last night.
Ling Kexin took it gratefully. Although the breakfast on the table did not include the milk and eight-treasure porridge when she was injured, it was enough to make her happy.
Wang Ma said that the two young masters finished breakfast and left at seven o'clock, and asked her why it was so late.
Ling Kexin smiled: "I...I came back too late last night and went to bed very late."
"He didn't get angry when you came back so late?" Wang Ma was very surprised.
What's strange is Ling Kexin. She was so "toughened" by the Great Demon last night, but Wang Ma didn't see it? Thinking that it was already past ten o'clock last night, Ling Kexin felt relieved and guessed that Wang Ma must have fallen asleep.
"He got angry." In this manor, Wang Ma was the person closest to her. Ling Kexin treated her like a relative and didn't want to hide it. "But he didn't beat me. He just threw me into the swimming pool and took a bath." Details
The plot is embarrassing to say.
Wang Ma breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that her face was fair and without the red and swollen fingerprints of the past, so of course she believed what she said was true.
Ling Kexin ate two steamed buns and drank half a bowl of porridge. Before she put down her chopsticks, Aunt Mei hurried in. With a somewhat unhappy expression on her face, she picked up Ling Kexin and left.
"Aunt Mei, what happened?" Ling Kexin asked nervously after walking out of the servants' building.
"Why didn't you answer the call from the eldest young master?"
"ah?"
Aunt Mei looked at her displeased: "The young master ordered you to go to the room and get your mobile phone. Go quickly!"
Ling Kexin didn't digest the sudden news for a while... Is the mobile phone in the bed cabinet mine?
Seeing how ugly Aunt Mei's face was, she was completely worried that the great devil was angry. She didn't want to embarrass Aunt Mei, so she immediately raised her feet and rushed towards the big villa.
The great devil seemed to have installed a tracking device on her body. As soon as she opened the drawer, her phone rang, and three letters jumped on the blue screen that made Ling Kexin's eyes sting - mey.
"Little goblin! Are you tired of living?" He touched the screen with his finger and pulled it down. Before he put it into his ears, the roar inside almost shattered Ling Kexin's eardrums.
She frowned and simply stopped putting the phone to her ear... His voice was so loud, was it necessary?
"You...what's the matter with you?" Her voice was very soft.
Because it was far away from his mouth, Mor Ye on the other side couldn't hear clearly, so he yelled again: "Take your mobile phone to school and don't contact others!"
To put it concisely, Ling Kexin certainly knew that what he meant was that this phone could only contact him.
Ling Kexin gritted her teeth, squeezed the phone tightly, and raised her hand... She wanted to throw the phone away, but she dropped it hard to the ground and watched it break into pieces!
If she imagines her cell phone as a huge demon and watches it break into pieces, she will be happy.
"You dare to drop your phone, or I will make your life worse than your death!"
Just when she raised her phone, Mo Ye's dull voice came out again. Ling Kexin stopped her hand. She turned around in surprise, wanting to see if Mo Ye was hiding in some corner of the room, or whether
Did he install a camera in the room?
"If you don't obey me, you don't want to see your brother!"
The next sentence completely and effectively subdued Ling Kexin. She relented and gave up the thought of breaking the phone...Brother, she had to see him! She promised him that she would take him home every weekend.
Ling Kexin did not have the strength to fight against the great demon. Besides, she had not yet obtained a right of freedom, which was to allow her to spend weekends with her brother. For this, she had to listen to the demon.
If she can bear it, she will endure it, if she can bend it, she will bend it... In this devil's cave, she must learn how to survive.
"I know." She put the phone close to her mouth and said reluctantly.
There was a pause on the other side, and then the cold voice was still very calm: "There will be a bus at the school gate after school." After he finished speaking, he hung up. Ling Kexin opened her mouth. In surprise, she wanted to ask...
What should I do if I go to school? Mohs Manor is too far from the college.
She really wanted to ask this question, but he hung up, and she didn't want to take the initiative to call him. She casually looked through the phone book and found that there was only Mo Da Devil.
The communication record only contains the phone call just now, which lasted one minute and twenty seconds.
After gathering her mood, Ling Kexin walked out of the big villa and saw Mo Yiting driving a red Audi A6 towards the gate. Maybe she saw Ling Kexin in the rearview mirror, and the car suddenly stopped.
Ling Kexin hesitated for a moment, then walked slowly over with her bag in hand.
"Want to take a ride?" The window glass was pressed down, and the corners of Noila Mo Yiting's lips raised with a scornful smile.
Ling Kexin ignored her and quietly walked past the car and walked out of the door.
"Hey," the car caught up, Mo Yiting held the steering wheel, sneered at Yi Zai, and looked at Ling Kexin who was walking with her head bowed, "Let me tell you, as long as you promise not to associate with Senior He, I will take you to the college every day, how about it?
?”
"..." Ling Kexin glanced at her indifferently and quickened her pace.
"Hey! I'm asking you something." Mo Yiting was a little impatient.
"No matter what conditions you put forward, I will never agree!" Ling Kexin replied to her with firm eyes.