"Haha..." Ling Kexin let out a sweet laugh, her face full of doting, and her laughter was cheerful.
Lin Anya recognized it. She narrowed her eyes and raised her eyebrows to see that there was a brown-red horse following the white horse. She had ridden that horse before and it had a fierce temper, but the man on the horse was so dazzling.
He was like a ray of sunshine, so dazzling that Lin Anya was stunned on the spot, with obsession in her eyes.
The foreign girl next to her looked curiously at the two horses galloping towards her. The girl was beautiful and the boy was handsome. At a glance, they looked like a family.
She looked at them with envy, unaware that the horse beside her saw other horses galloping over and began to kick its hind legs restlessly. When Ling Kexin's white horse galloped past, the horse suddenly raised its hoof.
, raised his head towards the "raging flames" behind him.
"Hiss..." it chirped, and Lieyan followed it and raised its hooves and raised its head.
When Mo Ye saw this, he immediately reined in the horse. The flames fell on his front hooves, but he flicked his long tail over the shoulders of the stunned Lin Anya.
"Ah!" Lin Anya was startled and sat down on the ground in fear.
The horse's neigh from behind made Ling Kexin rein in the horse's reins and slowly turn its head...
"Are you okay?" Mor Ye had already dismounted and helped Lin Anya up from the ground. Lin Anya raised her eyes to look at the handsome man, her pale face turned red, and she shook her head shyly.
More Ye looked at her horse, then at her honey friend, and then said: "Be careful, lead the horse while walking. If you see a horse galloping in front of you, you must hold on to the reins tightly. It is necessary."
If you touch their heads sometimes, they will become quiet."
Lin Anya didn't know if she was really hurt by the fall. She swayed like a flower branch, fell into Mo Ye's arms, and whispered: "Remember."
Mo Ye frowned, thinking, didn't she just say she was fine? Now she can't stand well again?
"Miss Lin..." He lowered his eyes and looked at her.
Lin Anya glanced at Ling Kexin who was not far away, her face suddenly turned red, and the corners of her lips made a pained expression, "I seem to... have sprained my ankle."
The foreign girl was holding two horses. Her blue eyes were wide open. She seemed to see something strange in her girlfriend's face. She smiled and turned to look at Ling Kexin in front of her.
The older woman just squinted her eyes when she saw the beauty nestling in the man's arms, with an unpredictable smile on her lips, but the younger one opened her mouth wide and shouted.
"Daddy, get on your horse quickly!"
More Ye waved his hand towards them, indicating that Lin Anya's foot was sprained, and then squatted down to check her foot.
"Which foot?" Seeing that Lin Anya was also wearing riding boots, Mor Ye had no idea what to do.
"Yes...it's the right foot."
She said it was her right foot, but she hooked her left foot and put her hands on Morye's shoulders, her posture was extremely ambiguous.
"Daddy!" Mo Xinnian pouted.
More Ye frowned and stared at Lin Anya's black leather boots. Lin Anya also lowered her head and looked at him, infatuated, with no trace of pain on her face.
Mo Ye raised his head and met her nymphomaniac eyes, the soft love and the light of admiration.
He stood up suddenly, and the violent movement caught Lin Anya off guard. Her hands bounced up, her body lost weight, and she fell backwards again...
"Wow!" The foreign girl exclaimed, and Lin Anya had landed on her butt. It was bad luck that she happened to sit on a pile of horse manure.
Lin Anya screamed in panic, stood up as if she was electrocuted, and spun around twice in circles as if her whole body was covered with wasps. She waved her hands and wanted to pat the horse dung on her pants.
"Hey... I'm so dirty, what should I do?"
"Your feet are healed, Miss Lin. There is a pool in front of you. Go and wash it quickly." Moor Ye looked at her with an indifferent expression, and his dark eyes were so cold that it suddenly made people feel cold.
Lin Anya's face flushed red again, she restrained her hands and feet, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig in in an orderly manner.
I really don’t know where he saw her flaw. This man is really extraordinary!
Mor Ye glanced at her indifferently, walked to the flames, stepped on the stirrups, and jumped up.
Ling Kexin chuckled, loosened the reins of the horse, clamped her legs hard, and said, "Drive!" The white horse galloped away, and the flames behind it also spread their hooves and chased Prince Charming...
"Daddy, you are so handsome, that's why that beautiful sister wants you to hug her." On the way home, Mo Xinnian kept complaining and scolding.
"The pretty sister is just pretending, can't you tell?"
Seeing that the adults were silent, Mo Xinnian turned to look at her mother and blinked, "Mommy, did you see it too?"
"Your dad is so close and he can't see it. How can we know?" Ling Kexin's words were unusually sarcastic, "Maybe your dad just likes beautiful sisters."
"Ahem..." A man who was driving felt a tight squeeze on the back of his head. He coughed twice and swallowed.
Mo Zihao sat in the passenger seat, glanced sideways at his father, and said expressionlessly, "What's so beautiful? In my eyes, Mommy is the most beautiful."
"Mommy is pretty, but that pretty sister seems to be more beautiful than Mommy..." Mo Xinnian's voice dropped.
Ling Kexin ruffled her hair and answered with a smile without a care, "She's a little prettier than Mommy, and she's still younger!"
"Wrong, she is two years older than you." A certain man spoke.
"Oh, you know her so well?" Ling Kexin glared at the back of his head.
More Ye twisted his neck and smiled, "I heard what others said. Didn't I do an interview last time? Chen Gang said it after seeing it."
"Mommy, when daddy gets into trouble, he likes to move his godfather out." Mo Zihao curled his lips, picked up his phone and started playing games.
More Ye turned his head and gave him an angry look... This boy, he is also a boy, but he didn't help me.
"Mommy knows better, babies, don't talk about your daddy." Ling Kexin said generously, with a wicked smile on her face.
Mo Ye peered into the rearview mirror and saw a hint of cunning in her eyes, and couldn't help but feel nervous.
"Mommy, if daddy wasn't handsome, his beautiful sister wouldn't throw himself into his arms. Don't blame him. Didn't he make his beautiful sister sit on the ground again later?"
You really shouldn’t be helping me! However, my daughter is definitely speaking in a biased manner now.
"Should we let him change from handsome to ugly?" Ling Kexin smiled, seemingly true and false.
Mo Xinnian immediately panicked and waved her hands desperately, "No, I like handsome daddy. Mommy, don't worry, daddy will always be mommy's."
Back at Mo's Manor, Mo Ye started to please Ling Kexin.
Helping her with her shoes and clothes, and always turning her head and smiling at her when eating in the evening, Wu Qiong stared at them a few times with confusion.
After the holidays, Mo Lin stipulated that every child must return to the manor. These days, Ling Kexin and the babies spent the night here every day, and the identity of the eldest daughter-in-law was basically confirmed.
Besides, Ling Kexin is self-reliant, her studio's performance is getting better and better, and she has even been reported on TV. Wu Qiong has noticed this. Now when she goes out, acquaintances will praise her if they see her.
This finally saves a little bit of face.
Xu Chenlu never liked Wu Qiong very much, so she went back to her hometown after the company holiday. Mortao went back to the manor alone, but he was quiet. He never brought another woman back.
Mo Yiting is the busiest. Apart from coming back to sleep at night, she goes to the orphanage and Xiangshan during the day. She seems to be living a very happy life.
Soon after dinner, the children went back to their rooms to rest. Wu Qiong thought of what Mrs. Yang said, so she went up to the fourth floor and pushed open More Ye's bedroom.
Because she thought it was still early, she barged in without knocking.
"Seventy-eight, seventy-nine, eighty..." Ling Kexin turned her back to the door, sat on the edge of the bed and plucked her eyebrows in front of a small mirror, counting in her mouth.
On the carpet at the end of the bed, a man's head is facing the window. He is wearing sweatpants and a sweat vest. He has two big pillows on his head. Maybe he is afraid that the pillow will accidentally fall. A red rope ties the man's head to the pillow.
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"Hey...hey...hey!" The man's posture when doing push-ups is very standard. His legs are straight, his shoulders are the same width as his open hands, and his arms are perpendicular to the ground.
He did it very vigorously, saying "hey", and the little woman started counting.
Wu Qiong really didn't know what tricks they were playing. He frowned and stood at the door, his sharp eyes staring at the little woman's back and the man's head.
"Ninety-nine, one hundred! Okay, let's kneel in the corner again..."
"Honey, my arms are sore."
"As long as your feet are not sore."
"Honey, I was right today. Miss Lin leaned into my arms on purpose. I didn't hug her."
"I know... Wow, I pulled out the wrong one."
"Ah? Don't pull it out randomly, come on, I'll do it..." The man on the ground suddenly jumped up, and when he took the mirror from the little woman's hand, he immediately froze.
His face was dripping with sweat, his complexion was flushed, his exposed skin was firm and sexy, and he was tall... He was a man, handsome and handsome, but he had a pillow on his head, and a red rope was wrapped around his nose.
The last circle, and another circle from the chin...
How could he ruin the image of a handsome man like this?
What's even more annoying, is this a punishment for men?
Wu Qiong angrily stared at her eldest son who was "unsatisfied". After the eldest son was stunned for two seconds, he immediately took off the pillow and smoothed his dark, wet hair as if nothing had happened. He smiled slightly and said, "Mom..."
Ling Kexin was shocked, and then her buttocks bounced up like a wasp, and she was close to Mo Ye's shoulder. She was embarrassed and at a loss. Her smile didn't feel like a smile, and her crying didn't feel like crying. Her cheeks were ###, and she pulled her lips and couldn't make a sound for a long time.
What's even more ridiculous is that her hair is pulled back and tied into a bun in front of her forehead. Her eyes flicker shyly and fearfully, making her look cute and annoying at the same time.
"What are you playing? Playing something different?" Wu Qiong asked displeasedly.
"Mom, why didn't you knock on the door?" Mo Ye grabbed Ling Kexin's hand.
"If I knocked on the door, would I still see you coming out? What kind of talk is this? Ah? You haven't even gotten married yet, and the woman is already in charge of the man?" Wu Qiong's words were thrown to Ling Kexin.
Ling Kexin wrinkled her face in confusion and lowered her head.
"Mom, young man... this can be considered fun." Mo Ye was calm.
"Interesting? Why did I hear you say Miss Lin, did you accept the punishment after you made a mistake?" Wu Qiong approached them, and her noble yet stern aura made Ling Kexin press closer to Mo Ye.
Then, she raised her head and said, "Auntie, he hugged Lin Anya in front of me."
"Huh?" Wu Qiong's face changed immediately.
Mo Ye's eyelids flicked, and he glanced at the little woman with dissatisfaction. Just as he was about to defend himself, Ling Kexin said again: "He said Lin Anya is prettier than me."
"This...isn't it!" Seeing his mother's sharp and unhappy eyes glance at him, More Ye defended, "That's not it. I didn't take the initiative to hug her, mom."
"Ye'er, you choose the woman next to you. If you want another woman, then drive her away first! If you don't drive her away, then you should settle down. I don't want to see the Mo family.
My son is having a romantic affair outside, and I don’t want to see such tricks like yours!”
As soon as Wu Qiong finished speaking, Moer Ye and Ling Kexin looked at each other with wide eyes, and they were sure...she was right!
If you love her, be loyal to her! If you don’t love her, wait until we break up before you touch another woman!
Wow! Mom really likes Ling Kexin?
Wow! Wu Qiong is helping me?
"Mom!" Moor Ye happily walked over and hugged Wu Qiong, his voice hoarse, "I remember your words, don't worry, I will not be sorry for the one I love."
Wu Qiong closed his eyes slightly, pursed his lips and said nothing.
Ling Kexin shook off the bun in front of her hair, smoothed her hair, walked slowly to Wu Qiong, smiled warmly and sweetly, and said softly: "Auntie, I was wrong, I will never play with him like this in the future."
"Wife, it's okay, I like it." Moer Ye was afraid of wronging his wife.
Wu Qiong gave him an angry look, then looked at Ling Kexin calmly and said, "Tomorrow afternoon, you and I will go to the ladies' club. Mrs. Yang invited you."
"Hey!" Ling Kexin nodded happily, her eyes sparkling.
As soon as Wu Qiong left, Moer Ye picked up Ling Kexin and kissed her again and again, and then spun around excitedly for a few times. After feeling dizzy, she fell on the bed, touched her face and said: "My dear, you finally let mom
Accepted!"
"Yes." Ling Kexin felt a burst of crying in her heart and choked her throat, and tears rolled down her eyes with excitement.
It's not easy, but to get Wu Qiong's recognition and her blessing, the previous grievances and pains are nothing.
More Ye hugged her and gently sucked the tears from her face, "Don't cry, wife, I love you!"
"husband……"
The two hugged each other tenderly, and then went to the bathroom to take a mandarin duck bath. After returning to bed, the man gently massaged his wife's shoulders.
"Honey...then I don't have to kneel on the floor, right?"
"Well, no need, just kneel on the bed."
"Okay." He was very obedient, knowing that the posture of kneeling on the bed was not an ordinary enjoyment.
Of course, Ling Kexin soon realized that what she meant by "kneeling" was completely different from what he understood by "kneeling".
"Hey! Kneel aside." She kicked her legs.
He grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulders, and moved his body close to her passionately. He touched her face very gently with both hands, pretending to be pitiful, "Honey, this kind of kneeling position is suitable for me."