Chapter 322 What if I said, I am the second Mo Shaocheng?
Shen Manman hated his Godly perspective. Huo Yu was not qualified to criticize her, let alone persuade her to give up her family.
Huo Yu frowned, but did not continue to defend.
After a while, he softened his tone and said, "I heard from Ziye that Mo Zeqian is your child?"
"Yes, Zeqian is my child. I love him very much and will never leave him."
"What about Mo Shaocheng?"
"He is my husband, and we will support each other until we grow old. Moreover, I love him and it has never changed from the beginning to the end. Maybe you think it's unfair to Ziye, but I didn't want to spend the rest of my life with him at that time. Fake."
Shen Manman finished speaking calmly, and then asked, "What about you? Have you forgotten your ex-girlfriend? Also, do you feel guilty or in love with Wan Qing?"
Huo Yu put his hands in his pockets and leaned sideways against the wall, his dark eyes always looking at Xu Wanqing who was smiling.
"What if I say that I am the second Mo Shaocheng?"
She looked over suddenly, and Huo Yu smiled, showing a rare sense of intimacy, "Suddenly I understood his mood."
At this time, the photographer asked Huo Yu to take a photo, and Huo Yu walked over. At the photographer's request, he cooperated with Xu Wanqing to complete many actions.
His eyes were filled with doting and tenderness.
Later, Shen Manman also took many photos with Xu Wanqing, as well as a group photo of the three of them.
What she didn't know was that after Xu Wanqing returned, she printed out a super large photo of the three of them, framed it, and hung it in her and Huo Yu's bedroom.
Huo Yu looked at the group photo of the three people every day, and his mood was so complicated. Every time he wanted to change it, Xu Wan refused.
Finally one day, she was persuaded, and Xu Wanqing agreed to change the photos, but after changing them, they changed to a group photo taken a hundred days after the birth of the child. Three people became four people.
Of course, these are all things for later.
Xu Wanqing was already very tired after taking photos. She originally planned to have a meal together, but she changed her mind and separated after they came out of the photo studio.
It was only on the way back that Shen Manman figured out what Huo Yu said, so what he meant was that the person he had always loved was Xu Wanqing. He thought it was love before, but he was just deceiving himself.
Thinking of this, Shen Manman smiled knowingly.
There must be a cause, and Xu Wanqing's accident can be regarded as the achievement of their love.
A peaceful life is happy and beautiful. Shen Manman also enjoys life when she is busy. Today, Saturday, the family of three went to the old house when they had nothing to do.
A barbecue stove was set up in the yard, Mo Shaocheng was in charge of barbecue, Mo Zeqian was in charge of stringing skewers, and the two goddesses were in charge of eating.
The whole family is enjoying themselves in harmony, which is a rare comfort.
Mo Zeqian looked at his grandmother and mother and sighed silently, "Dad, let's be women in the next life. You see, it's great to be women."
The weather was sunny and cloudless. My cheeks, which had been burned by the charcoal, were red, and there were thin beads of sweat on my forehead.
"Zeqian, you can't be promising."
"Dad, life is short, enjoy it now."
Mo Zegan glanced at his precious son and thought for a long time, but finally couldn't find a word to refute.
Shen Manman couldn't bear it and let her husband and children serve her. She felt a little guilty. She ate the last chicken wing in her hand and stood up from the chair.
"Mom, I'll go help Shaocheng get it."
"What are you going to do? Doesn't it hurt for a grown man to have a wife? You have always taken care of him in the past, but you feel bad for letting him grill skewers? Manman, a woman must not be soft-hearted towards her husband. Just listen to me and you won’t be wrong.”
Well, Shen Manman was very doubtful whether Mo Shaocheng was her biological child.
Well, if you don’t help your husband, go help your son at the head office.
"Then I'll go see Ze Qian."
If you are cruel to your son, you should be more tolerant to your grandson. "Manman, in fact, he is six years old and can do something within his ability. If you want him to know that he loves his wife from a young age, you can see how well the father and son cooperate. , this picture of a loving father and a filial son is so beautiful.”
"ah……"
"But, if you want to help, I won't stop you. I won't go anyway."
Liu Mengjuan pouted, which was a bit cute.
Shen Manman smiled and said, "Okay, you just stay here while the wind blows, and I'll put on skewers for you. Do you want to eat lamb chops with garlic sprouts?"
Liu Mengjuan nodded hurriedly, "Well, let's have a few more skewers, it's quite tasty."
Stepping on the green grass under her feet, Shen Manman walked to the father and son and stopped.
Mo Shaocheng said hurriedly, "Why are you here? It's so smoky and choking. Go over and have a rest with mom. Let Ze Gan make skewers of whatever you want to eat. I'll bring it to you later."
"Dad, if you feel sorry for your wife, why don't you feel sorry for your son? I am your biological son. Why don't you care whether I choke or not?"
Mo Zegan complained, but to put it bluntly, he still made fun of his own father.
"I noticed that you talk a lot today, so I'd better try to explain your verbosity."
He looked at his biological father with resentment, "Mom, look, this is your good husband, he abuses me."
The bickering between father and son happens almost every day. Shen Manman finds it interesting every time, but laughs without saying a word.
She found a small chair and sat next to Mo Zegan. "Mom, please help you. There is strength in numbers."
"That's no need. I'm just grumbling and complaining. Deep down like my father, I still hate my mother's overwork. Mom, come over quickly and chat with grandma. I really can't watch a variety show."
Eating and playing at the same time is the process of enjoyment. Otherwise, there are servants in the old house, and they would not be needed whether it is baking or dressing.
"I want to spend time with you and dad."
As he said that, he already put on his gloves, picked up the bamboo skewers and marinated meat and started moving.
Mo Zeqian's spine trembled when his father's sharp eyes stared at him, "Mr. Mo, you saw that it was your wife who asked for it. You can't blame him."
Shen Manman joked, "Don't worry, he doesn't dare."
Soon, a bunch of mutton chops were dressed and placed on the tray, with a smile in the corners of his eyes. Mo Shaocheng's expression also softened and became tender.
Suddenly, Shen Manman's stomach felt extremely uncomfortable, and she turned around and ran to the side to vomit.
Mo Shaocheng was anxious, dropped the skewers in his hands and rushed over, followed closely by Mo Zeqian and Liu Mengjuan.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? No, let's go to the hospital, otherwise I won't worry." Mo Shaocheng said nervously.
Shen Manman wiped her mouth and rinsed her mouth with mineral water before feeling better.
"No, maybe I just don't feel comfortable eating and have some gastrointestinal discomfort. Don't make a fuss all day long."
Mo Shaocheng definitely disagreed, "No, let's go, let's go to the hospital now."
With Zeqian's lesson learned, Mo Shaocheng did not dare to let down his guard, so he pulled Shen Manman and walked out.
