Mo Jiu took a deep breath, looked up and saw Long Qingtian's eyes looking over. He stretched his shoulders, stuck out his tongue and entered the room. He closed the bathroom door with a bang and started taking a shower.
In the mist, Mo Jiu clenched his fists.
Missing her daughter, she asked Jiang Li to call her mom? Her daughter is not dead!
I don't know how long it took, but the surging emotions finally gave way. Mo Jiu wrapped himself in a bath towel, turned off the water and was about to go out, when he heard the conversation outside.
"She came back wearing such tattered clothes on purpose to hurt my heart!" Mo Jiayi's voice was choked with sobs, "This child has been very thoughtful since she was a child."
"Mom, don't say that. Maybe Xiaojiu doesn't have money. Besides, the place in the eastern suburbs is small and desolate. It was originally a village near Kyoto, and the nanny there definitely doesn't know how to dress." Jiang Li reminded kindly.
"No money? The living expenses given to her every month are enough for five students. Ten thousand yuan is pocket money, and the money for clothes is not included. How much can she eat by herself? Can she have no money?" Mo Jiayi sighed.
tone.
"Mom, I happened to buy a few sets of skirts there some time ago. I think Xiaojiu is about the same height as me. Let's bring them over to Xiaojiu to wear."
"Hey, Xiaoli, please let her go in the future. She is young and not sensible."
"I know, Mom, don't worry."
…
The hand on the doorknob paused.
Mo Jiu felt that his mood was extremely depressed.
Is Lao Mo disgusted with her clothes and embarrassing her? Is Jiang Li laughing at her for not understanding clothes?
Damn it!
Even her food depends on the rent of that mansion. If she is not given money, is it possible for her, a middle school student, to make money to buy clothes by herself? She is not a cash cow!
But from what they said, Lao Mo sent her living expenses every month?
But eight years ago, when Mrs. Li left the villa, she clearly pointed at her forehead and scolded her because Mo Jiayi couldn't remember her and hadn't paid her living expenses for a long time!
Could it be that Sister-in-law Li is lying?
Shaking his head and not thinking about it, Mo Jiu opened the door and walked out. As expected, there were several dresses on the bed. The labels had not been removed yet. Mo Jiu didn't recognize any of the English, Owen and French words on them.
"Xiao Jiu, dry your hair quickly and get dressed. I'll be waiting for you." Mo Jiayi looked at Mo Jiu with a frown. After saying this, she glanced at her deeply and her eyes fell on the skirt on the bed. The meaning was obvious.
"Old Mo, I understand."
Mojiupi responded.
Mo Jiayi walked out.
There is no need for everyone to come together to pay homage to their ancestors. Mo Jiayi and everyone entered the Mo family ancestral hall one by one, offered incense to Grandma Mo, and then sat at the dining table to prepare for dinner.
After Mo Jiu changed her clothes and went to the ancestral hall, others had already offered incense. She first offered a stick of incense to her grandma, then stood under the tombstone and quietly stared at the serious old man in the portrait. She remained silent for a long time.
Return to the lobby.
In front of the large dining table in the living room, Mo Jiayi was sitting on a high seat. A middle-aged man wearing a suit and looking elegant was sitting with Jiang Li obediently below. Because of the presence of Long Qingtian on the dining table, his anger seemed a little suppressed.
"What time has it been, and you haven't come yet?" Mo Jiayi frowned, raised her head and glanced towards the stairs.
Jiang Mingyuan was a good-tempered man. Hearing this, he sighed: "Xiaoyi, this child has been stubborn since she was a child. Don't always talk to her in this tone."
Mo Jiayi raised her eyebrows when she heard this, but did not answer.
"Mom, let me go take a look." Jiang Li stood up in time.
