School started in ten days, and Moole asked Lan Ke to book a plane ticket that day, and decided to take his children to London, England, before they started school.
He had always wanted to go to London with Ling Kexin. So many things had happened during this period, so he should go out to relax and eliminate some unpleasant shadows.
Wu Qiong did not object this time. When Mo Ye announced the news in front of everyone, she saw a happy smile on Ling Kexin's face and slowly turned her head away.
That night, Ling Kexin stayed at Mo's Manor.
Because the construction of the seaport was in full swing, Morye went to Haizhou with his father that night. Before leaving, he handed over several important matters to his father.
Because Wu Qiong was sad some time ago, she didn't eat or sleep well for several days, and as a result, she suffered from stomach trouble again.
"Auntie, this is white fungus and red date soup. Get up and drink some." Ling Kexin came to Wu Qiong's bed carrying a white porcelain bowl.
Wu Qiong turned sideways and opened her eyes slightly. Seeing the beautiful face surrounded by heat, she closed her eyes again and said, "I'm not hungry."
"Auntie, you only had a few bites of food for dinner. If you don't drink a little before going to bed, it will be even worse for your stomach." Ling Kexin put the bowl on the bed table and said earnestly, "Drink it while it's hot. It will warm your stomach."
"..." Wu Qiong remained silent, her expression calm and indifferent.
"Auntie, no matter what happens to you, please don't get in trouble with your own body. It's your own body." Ling Kexin didn't care whether Wu Qiong was annoying or not, she picked up a pillow and leaned it against the bedside, reaching out to pull her.
Wu Qiong was unhappy and opened his eyes, "What are you forcing me to do?"
"For the sake of your body, I would rather let you hate me once." Ling Kexin pulled her up, grabbed her hand, and forced the small spoon into her hand with a very determined attitude.
Wu Qiong was startled... This woman was really stubborn. No one was afraid of her.
"Eat, you can't be hungry anymore, otherwise your stomach will hurt even more." Ling Kexin blew on the mouth of the bowl, "It's just warm, take it."
She stubbornly handed the bowl to Wu Qiong. Wu Qiong was having a tantrum like a child at first, but seeing that Ling Kexin had no intention of giving up, she had no choice but to take it.
Seeing this, Ling Kexin raised her lips and smiled, "You drink slowly, I'll make the medicinal soup."
"You don't need to do it, there are servants." Wu Qiong didn't look at her, and his tone sounded a bit angry.
Ling Kexin ignored her and walked out the door. As soon as she left, a small head poked through the door of the room, its dark eyes twinkling like stars in the ink sky.
"Xin Nian, come in." Wu Qiong smiled, his eyes full of endearment.
Mo Xinnian ran in happily, climbed onto the bed, and sat down next to Wu Qiong, "Grandma, how does it taste?"
"It tastes good." Wu Qiong stirred the white fungus soup a few times and looked back at her, "Do you want to drink it?"
"I don't want to drink it. Mommy said this is for grandma to drink. Grandma is in good health and we are all happy."
"Did your mom really say that?"
"Well," Mo Xinnian nodded and said seriously, "Grandma, can't you see? Mommy likes you, but she doesn't say it."
Hearing this, Wu Qiong felt sour, and a wry smile appeared on his face.
Ling Kexin likes herself? How is that possible? He has always been bad to her. Even now, he is lukewarm towards her, without a clear attitude towards her.
If she doesn’t hate herself, she is like Amitabha.
"Grandma, Mommy said she has no parents. Grandpa is her father and you are her mother. She will be filial to you." Mo Xinnian hit Wu Qiong on the back and started talking again.
"Xin Nian, is this what you said?" This ghost.
"No, mommy said it."
"The last sentence was said by you."
Mo Xinnian shrank her neck and continued to squeeze her shoulders hard, "Grandma, do you like Xinnian Mumu?"
"like."
"Then grandma will also like the person she likes?"
"Yes." He slipped out smoothly.
Mo Xinnian suddenly lay down in front of Wu Qiong, with bright eyes, and said happily: "Then Xinnian likes Mommy, and grandma likes Mommy, right?"
"..." Wu Qiong narrowed his eyes, dumbfounded.
Mo Xinnian stared into her eyes with an expectant look on her face. Wu Qiong felt uncomfortable with her stare. He laughed to himself and twisted the tip of her nose, "Little girl, you are the only one who thinks fast."
Mo Xinnian smiled cutely, and she helped Wu Qiong carry the bowl. The grandfather and grandson sat on the bed, and you drank the white fungus and red date soup in one mouthful.
Ling Kexin came over after boiling water for soaking her feet. Through the half-open door, the scene in front of her made her stop suddenly.
His daughter was nestled in Wu Qiong's arms. Wu Qiong hugged her like a baby, rocking her gently while talking to her daughter in English.
Her daughter laughed from time to time, and Wu Qiong's face was also filled with a kind and friendly smile. Wu Qiong was telling the story of the mermaid, and Mo Xinnian had heard it countless times.
However, it was her first time to listen to Wu Qiong telling stories.
She listened with great interest, as if it was the first time she heard such a touching story. She opened her big, smart eyes and asked questions in English from time to time. Her small hands were still wrapped around Wu Qiong's hair hanging on her shoulders.
Maybe what her daughter longs for is the love she has been missing for the past five years. She is very obedient and clings to Wu Qiong's arms very attachedly.
Wu Qiong's embrace was very warm, just like mommy. Mo Xinnian slowly closed her eyes.
Ling Kexin had been standing at the door. Through the ajar door, she saw Wu Qiong placing her daughter next to her, covering her with a thin quilt, and lowered her head to kiss her on the forehead.
Ling Kexin suddenly had a sore nose and hot eyes. She lowered her head and realized that the water in the footbath was cold.
She went downstairs again, and when she came up, Wu Qiong was already sitting on the sofa.
"Auntie, come on, soak your feet. This will help you sleep better." Ling Kexin placed the footbath next to Wu Qiong's feet and reached out to take off her slippers.
"I'll do it myself." Wu Qiong retracted his foot.
Ling Kexin smiled, then got up and went to get a footcloth.
It took half an hour to soak the feet. The hot smell of medicine carried a sweet fragrance, and Wu Qiong closed her eyes slightly.
She actually enjoyed this moment. Her feet wrapped in hot water slowly relaxed the blood, and the stagnant Qi all over her body seemed to be opened up. It spread from the soles of her feet to her heart, feeling warm and cozy.
The only thing that made her uncomfortable was that Ling Kexin was standing next to her.
"Go ahead and let Aunt Mei come in." Wu Qiong said calmly.
"Aunt Mei has not been feeling well these past two days, so I asked her to rest." Ling Kexin squatted down again and began to touch Wu Qiong's instep.
Wu Qiong frowned, seeming a little angry.
She hasn't married into the Mo family yet, so how can she exercise the power of "young mistress"? Also, don't Aunt Mei, Aunt Wang, Lu Qiaoer and others like to call her "eldest young mistress"?
She is quite popular with people.
"Then let Qiaoer come in." Wu Qiong raised his foot, not wanting Ling Kexin to touch it.
Ling Kexin ignored her, grabbed her ankle and started massaging it, ignoring the complex emotions that appeared on Wu Qiong's face. She could understand the expression that seemed annoyed, helpless, angry and entangled without even looking at it.
"Qiaoer went back to see her grandma."
"you?"
"Then let Wang Ma come in."
Ling Kexin smiled, this Wu Qiong is really becoming more childish as he gets older.
"Auntie, Mother Wang is older than you. She has to cook so much food for the servants during the day. Just let her have a good rest at night. I am young and can do everything."
Wu Qiong glanced at her displeasedly, and slowly relaxed his tense feet.
She had to admit that Ling Kexin's massage skills were very good. Her nerves, which were already relaxing, felt smooth and comfortable all over her body.
But I would not be grateful to her, otherwise, she would be extremely proud.
Wu Qiong rolled his eyes, an unknown smile flashed across his eyes, "You can do anything?"
"Within our power."
"Okay, I believe you can do it. You said that Aunt Mei was not feeling well, and Qiaoer went to see her grandma again. They didn't do what I told them during the day. Otherwise, you have done it now?"
"Auntie, tell me." Ling Kexin continued to massage and wash her feet without raising her head.
"After I've soaked my feet, you can go out and scrub the walkways on the third and fourth floors. Sister Hua is just careless in her work. I found dirt hidden in many of the cracks in the corners..."
Ling Kexin's hand paused. The third and fourth floors? How many hours would it take her to complete such a large villa?
It was obvious that Wu Qiong was deliberately making things difficult for her.
"What? You can't do it?"
"No, of course it's no problem." Ling Kexin suddenly smiled at her, and her massage gesture became stronger.
"Ah!" Wu Qiong was pinched in pain, "Ah...what are you doing?"
"Be patient for a while and it'll be fine."
Ling Kexin was smiling and her gestures did not lighten up at all. Wu Qiong couldn't bear it and shouted: "Okay, okay, you can go out."
"It's only twenty minutes, Auntie, please wait for a while."
Ling Kexin stood up. No one would believe that her actions just now seemed a bit intentional. Besides, as soon as she loosened her hands, Wu Qiong did feel that her feet were lighter.
After soaking her feet, Wu Qiong felt sleepy and climbed into bed, but as soon as her head hit the pillow, she got out of bed again.
Quietly, she opened the door and looked around, but saw no one.
Tonight, Uncle Liu also followed his husband to Haizhou. Since Mor Tao was not there, Mo Yiting might have fallen asleep, so the whole villa was quiet.
She went downstairs, and when she walked to the corner of the third floor, she saw a white figure squatting in a corner. Her long hair was tied up with a light blue scarf, and the light yellow skirt she was wearing was replaced.
, wearing a servant outfit.
She was holding a steel wool ball in her hand and was vigorously wiping the cracks in the corners of the wall...
Rustling, rustling...the monotonous sound is particularly harsh in the silence.
Wu Qiong looked at her and suddenly couldn't explain. This Ling Kexin was one year younger than his daughter, but her personality was tougher than her daughter. She could endure humiliation and anger, and she had a certain temper.
No matter how hard or tiring she is, she will persevere if she achieves her goal.
Such a woman is actually the most suitable for the eldest son, because she can control and assist her husband.
The originally strong sleepiness suddenly disappeared. Wu Qiong stood in front of the window and looked at the scattered street lights in the yard.
The lights are dim, and the flowers, plants and trees under the halo are shadowy and hazy, which is uniquely beautiful.
Wu Qiong, the daughter-in-law of the Mo family, has always believed that she should be like a flower, as delicate and luxurious as a peony.
But now, although the flower that the eldest son has spotted is beautiful, it is not a graceful peony among the flowers, but a little lily growing in the wilderness.
To describe her more accurately, we can say that she is like grass. She does not need too fertile land and will grow wherever she is thrown.
It seems that Wu Qiong can no longer decide according to her will whether she wants to pick a flower or pull out a blade of grass for the Mo family.
Look, Maybach entered the yard, and only Morye came down.
Wu Qiong frowned, turned around and walked out of the room. Just then, Mo Ye went upstairs and saw his little woman at the top of the stairs, but he did not find the mother in pajamas who was hiding behind the bonsai to "peep" on them.
"Xin'er, it's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Moerye pulled Ling Kexin up from squatting on the ground. He felt very distressed when he saw her sweating profusely.
"Sister Hua takes care of the hygiene here. You don't need to do it." He went to take the steel ball in her hand.
"Sister Hua, you've been working hard too. I see you didn't go home and were doing some activities when you had nothing to do." Ling Kexin wiped the sweat from her face and smiled sweetly.
Mo Ye pinched her cheek and said, "Baby, you are slim enough. If you continue to move, do you want to lose weight and become a skeleton?"
"You don't like skinny?"
"I like the fleshy texture and elasticity to the touch."
"satyr."
When Wu Qiong heard their unscrupulous "flirting", a trace of embarrassment appeared on her face. Her feet were fixed on the ground, neither walking nor walking.
"Go to bed. We have to take a plane the day after tomorrow, so don't be tired." Mor Ye persuaded again.
"You go to bed first. I'll finish wiping the walkway on the second floor before going to bed."
"What?" A surprised voice said, "Are you crazy?"
"Haha..." Ling Kexin giggled.
From beginning to end, she did not mention "Wu Qiong". She said it was voluntary, not Wu Qiong's "order".
"Okay, I'll wipe the leftover area, and you can go to bed." Mor Ye was so considerate of his wife.
Wu Qiong suddenly felt uncomfortable. She originally wanted to embarrass Ling Kexin, but now her son has to do such a tiring job.
Wu Qiong's brows furrowed. She wanted to hear what Ling Kexin said again.
"Aren't you tired?"
More Ye replied: "I'm not tired, I'm a man, come on, give it to me."
"Thank you for your hard work, Er Ye. If you can't finish it, just leave me to get up and wipe it tomorrow morning."
"No, honey, you go take a shower, I promise to finish it in an hour."
Wow...the kiss was really loud.
Wu Qiong's cheeks twitched. When she heard Ling Kexin's footsteps walking up, she hurriedly stepped into the room. The light from the door slid across Ling Kexin's face like a narrow shadow.
Ling Kexin stared at her door with a strange smile on her lips.
After a while, Wu Qiong came out again. She went downstairs and took the steel ball from her son's hand. "Stop wiping it. It's so late at night. What kind of hygiene is a man doing? Go to bed."
"Mom?" Moer Ye was a little surprised when he saw that Wu Qiong was not sleeping.
"Go to sleep, go back to your room and sleep." Wu Qiong's tone was filled with distress.
Just now I was thinking that Ling Kexin, the "grass", would do all kinds of things and follow her eldest son. Unexpectedly, she didn't feel sorry for the man at all. She went to bed by herself and left the hard work to the man.
It seems that this daughter-in-law needs to be observed for a while longer.