Xu Chenlu's sweet laughter slowly turned into ambiguous moans. She responded positively to him, twisting her slim waist, hugging Mor Tao's neck and kissing him passionately.
Seeing that her pink panties were down to her knees, Wu Qiong couldn't help it, "Ahem..." She coughed twice loudly on purpose.
The couple immediately separated, their breathing was short and unsteady, and they hurriedly arranged their clothes. After a trace of embarrassment appeared on Mortao's face, he quickly calmed down. He put away the hard guy in his abdomen and opened the room.
Door.
"Stop!" Wu Qiong stopped him.
Xu Chenlu's face was as red as kapok. She stood there awkwardly, with cold sweat on her forehead, her hands folded around her abdomen, and her fingertips trembled.
She knew very well that Wu Qiong didn't like her.
Wu Qiong's face was cold, and he walked over gracefully, but he had an aloof and admirable aura about him.
Mortao raised his eyes and smiled, "Mom, are you okay?"
Wu Qiong gave him a cold glance, then turned his gaze to Xu Chenlu, his voice as cold as ice: "What do you like about our Er Tao?"
Xu Chenlu raised her head nervously and her eyes flashed away in panic. As if she had been caught in bed and raped, she lost her usual calmness and became panicked.
"I like it... I just like it, I like everything." She trembled with trembling.
"You didn't know he was a playboy?" How could any mother say that to her son?
"I know."
"He is playing with you, don't believe his sweet words, so I advise you to leave him and don't waste your youth."
Doesn’t this seem to be good for Xu Chenlu?
"Mom..." Mortao was anxious.
"Shut up, you don't have to speak!" Wu Qiong shouted coldly, rolling her eyes at her son.
"Auntie, no matter what kind of person he is, I still like him." Xu Chenlu expressed her attitude.
Wu Qiong snorted coldly, "Ling Kexin's children are so old, and they are not married yet. How do you still imagine that we can be together? Girl, our Mo family is a famous family, and a commoner wife is enough. You'd better leave."
After hearing this, Xu Chenlu's face immediately turned blue and white.
Although Wu Qiong did not scold her directly, his words clearly revealed his disgust and contempt for her. What Wu Qiong wanted was not a commoner's wife, but a rich and famous lady.
She, Xu Chenlu, was born in an ordinary worker's family. Her mother was laid off and her father was a skilled worker in a paper mill. Her usual income was only enough for the family's daily expenses. How did she catch Wu Qiong's eye?
She glanced at Mortao sadly, bit her lip, and said in a low voice, "Then I'll leave first."
"Don't leave!" Mortao grabbed her wrist with a firm attitude and a serious expression, "Mom, if you rush Lu Lu away, then I will leave too!"
"You?" Wu Qiong was angry, her chest heaving, staring at a pair of beautiful eyes, looking at Mor Tao sadly, "You want to make me mad to death?"
"I don't want to, but Lulu is the girl I like, and I feel happy with her! If you drive her away, you will deprive me of my joy and happiness!"
"..." Wu Qiong's face turned red, her chest heaved violently, and her eyes swept back and forth on the couple's faces.
Mor Tao calmly pulled Xu Chenlu, bowed to Wu Qiong, and then took her hand and left...
"Young Mistress, Young Mistress!" Ling Kexin was standing in the yard talking to a few friends when Lu Qiaoer hurried over.
Ling Kexin hurriedly followed her, asking her what was going on along the way.
"Madam has fainted and is lying on the bed sighing."
"Does the master know?"
"Madam didn't let us talk, I think it's better for you to go."
Ling Kexin pushed open Wu Qiong's door and walked gently to her bed. Seeing her eyes closed, she whispered to Lu Qiaoer: "Go and make a glass of milk."
Lu Qiaoer went out, and Ling Kexin sat on the edge of the bed. Although the movement was slight, Wu Qiong still felt it.
"What are you doing here?" She opened her eyes and asked displeasedly.
"Auntie, give me your hand." Ling Kexin stretched out her hand.
Wu Qiong was too lazy to pay attention to her, and instead put his hands into the quilt. Ling Kexin smiled faintly, squatted down, half-knelt in front of the bed, reached into the quilt, and grabbed her feet.
"You go, you go, I don't want to see you." Wu Qiong started to lift his feet.
Ling Kexin grabbed her ankle and touched her gently, her tone was always gentle and calm, "You are not in good health, so don't be angry."
Huchi...huchi...
Can you not be angry? The eldest son wants you, and the second son has also rebelled! Depending on the situation, he must marry Xu Chenlu.
When a son grows up, he can’t help his mother! This is not true at all!
"Auntie, do you believe in fate?" Ling Kexin started the topic.
Wu Qiong half-closed her eyes, and her pursed lips revealed how annoyed she was at the moment and how she had no interest in her topic.
"Uncle Mo said that he loves you very much. He said that he and you are very destined. We met by chance several times in the college. You were very beautiful at that time and there were many people pursuing you, but you just liked him...
"
Old man Mo! He actually told the juniors about his love history.
Wu Qiong complained in his heart, but his brows were relieved. He recalled that his marriage to Mo Lin was also opposed by Mr. Mo at first, because Mr. Mo fell in love with the daughter of his old friend, but Mo Lin fell in love with her.
"Fate is destiny. Even if it breaks up, lovers will still come together in the end, it just takes a little twists and turns." Ling Kexin continued to speak slowly.
She seemed to be chatting with Wu Qiong.
Wu Qiong finally heard it, and she went around and around to tell her not to oppose her children's free love.
"Wow!" She lifted the quilt with her hand, and she jumped up, staring, as if a heat had accumulated all over her body, and the heat came out from the top of her head.
Ling Kexin was still squatting in front of the bed, her open hands still looking like her ankles, looking at her blankly.
Wu Qiong's face was flushed, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her lips, "Ling Kexin, if you really care about our Mo family, I advise you to persuade Xu Chenlu to stop pestering Er Tao."
"Aunt...they are in love with each other."
"I don't want to hear it!"
"Madam, your milk." At this moment, Lu Qiaoer walked in. When she saw the angry Wu Qiong, she shrank her head toward her neck and carefully handed the milk cup to Wu Qiong.
Wu Qiong didn't answer, so Lu Qiaoer had to put it down and reached out to help Ling Kexin stand up from the ground.
"Qiao'er, get out." Wu Qiong said.
Lu Qiaoer trembled, looked at Ling Kexin worriedly, then lowered his head and walked out. Just as he closed the door, he suddenly heard a "bang" sound inside.
She was startled, her eyes darting from side to side in a panic. She reached out to push the door but hesitated. She put her ear closer and heard Ling Kexin let out a slight "ah".
With his heart beating faster inexplicably, Lu Qiaoer ran out of the villa in a panic and found More Ye who was chatting and drinking with a group of friends.
Seeing Lu Qiaoer's face turn pale, Moerye stared at her and asked her what was wrong? Lu Qiaoer didn't dare to speak loudly in front of everyone, so he pointed his hand towards the room.
Mo Ye paused for a moment, then quickly saw the clue in Lu Qiaoer's eyes, and left in a hurry.
"Ling Kexin, just because of you, my family is in chaos. None of the three children can make me worry. Do you know that you are the bumbling star?"
After Wu Qiong threw a cup of scalding milk at Ling Kexin, he yelled at her irrationally.
The new skirt was splashed with milk stains, and the hot water temperature forced Ling Kexin to pull away the fabric that stuck to her flesh with both hands.
The milk was still dripping down, and it fell warmly on the instep, burning the skin and even the heart.
Ling Kexin looked down at her own embarrassment, feeling sour in her heart that she almost shed tears.
I have always regarded Wu Qiong as my "mother", but this mother is like a stepmother.
Raising her head, she held back her tears and let go. She still stood upright in front of Wu Qiong, with a firmness shining in her eyes.
"Auntie, please respect me! Also respect yourself!"
"Are you lecturing me?" He was just going to vent his anger on her tonight.
"No," Ling Kexin shook her head, "No matter what you do, I will respect you. You don't like me, but I still have to like you. My request is very simple, as long as you respect my personality."
"I'm not a bad guy. Although I didn't marry into the Mo family, I will try my best to maintain the reputation of the Mo family and treat everyone as my closest relative."
Wu Qiong choked and looked at her with complicated eyes... These words seemed to remind her of a lot.
Ling Kexin squatted in front of the bed again, with a gentle face, took her hand, and gently rubbed the acupuncture points between her fingers, "I know you are in a bad mood today, and I don't blame you, but you have to think about your own body.
, what should I do if I can’t control my emotions well and the old disease relapses?”
Her voice was gentle, her eyes were sincere, and there was a sparkle in her eyes.
Wu Qiong stared at her face and suddenly felt a sore nose. He stretched out his hands and pulled Ling Kexin into his arms inexplicably...
She began to sob and said hoarsely: "I'm sorry, I...I couldn't control my emotions."
Ling Kexin was shocked by the sudden embrace. Her eyes flashed as if she had entered a dream. However, the warmth from the palms on her back, the hot and humid breath on her head, and the smell of women's perfume that rushed into her nose all told her.
she--
Wu Qiong lost her temper and hugged herself!
Glittering tears suddenly fell from Ling Kexin's face.
She believed that Wu Qiong was awake now and her apology was sincere. Wu Qiong was temporarily moved by her patience and sincerity.
Mo Ye stood at the door and saw this scene clearly.
It was unbelievable that his mother would actually hold Ling Kexin in her arms. She was clearly still angry just now. Was she too sad? Or was she just feeling guilty?
Wu Qiong couldn't tell what her emotions were. She only knew that this Ling Kexin made her feel uncontrollably moved. He treated her like that, and she still cared about her own health.
People's hearts are made of flesh, so she must have been impulsive all of a sudden. Doesn't this mean that she, Wu Qiong, is also an emotional woman?
Mo Ye did not go in. It was best not to disturb him at this time. He stood outside the door until Ling Kexin walked out of the room.
"Wife!" He looked at Ling Kexin with wet eyes and held her tightly in his arms.
Ling Kexin pursed her lips. To be honest, now that she was in the man's arms, she had the urge to cry... How difficult it was. Although Wu Qiong still didn't ask herself to call her mother, she still succeeded.
Wu Qiong should have acquiesced in her heart that she is her eldest daughter-in-law.
The clothes were wet with milk. Mo Ye carried her into his bedroom. He bathed and wiped her body very gently and considerately. He also personally picked out a new dress for her and dressed her up himself.
"Thank you, my dear." Looking at the beautiful little woman, he kissed her lips.
Ling Kexin smiled and said, "Today is a happy day. Stop talking nonsense and let's go entertain the guests."
"Honey, I really want to love you now." He must have been so moved.
Ling Kexin knew very well what the word "pain" meant, so she tugged on his ears and said, "Forget it, just love me in your heart and don't want it to hurt."
The two looked at each other, smiled, and walked down the stairs hand in hand...
Qiao family.
Wei Xianghong walked into Qiao Zhenzhong's room and saw him looking at the computer, so she walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Why don't you go out to play?"
"I haven't thought about anything yet."
"Have you decided?"
"Well, I have to give it a try."
Wei Xianghong sighed, "I heard that Mo's Manor is celebrating the birthdays of Ling Kexin's two children today. Many celebrities went there, but we were not invited."
"Mom, are you dreaming? Do you still want them to curry favor with us at this time?" Qiao Zhenzhong smiled mockingly.
Wei Xianghong was infinitely melancholy, but her eyes were burning with hatred, "That Ling Kexin is so hateful. If it weren't for her, how could we have fought? That Wu Qiong is afraid of me. She is domineering at home, but outside she is like a bug.
Ichijo, we all know her."
"Mom, don't hurt Aunt Wu, she has been crazy."
"I know, so I really want all the people in Jiangbin to know that she is a lunatic!" Wei Xianghong said through gritted teeth.
The next day, Mo Yiting received the rose as usual. This has been going on for half a month. Which man is so persistent?
He Xiaoxiao would definitely not do it. She had also asked several colleagues and good friends who could be so boring as to send flowers every day, and people who knew her well knew that she liked He Xiaoxiao.
You can ignore it once or twice, but you will be confused six or seven times, but after half a month, Mo Yiting became uneasy.
Is there any man who has been following me secretly?
Thinking of that strange phone call, Mo Yiting couldn't help but shudder... Who paid attention to her?