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The next day.

Mo Yu Bie Garden.

The domineering Bugatti Veyron drove into the courtyard and stopped in front of the villa.

"Motoc, we're here." Gu Zi An unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out of the car. He respectfully opened the car door and reminded.

Mo Yi Qing slowly opened his eyes. Junyan was a little tired, and his long fingers lightly pinched between his eyebrows.

Last night, after a video conference, when he returned to his room, he still entered her room by accident.

In the end, he saw Jing Xiao Can lying at the door of the bathroom.

Seeing this scene, Mo Yi Qing immediately became furious.

Without saying anything, he carried her to the bathroom. After that, he laid on the sofa for the whole night and left in the morning.

Mo Yi Qing got out of the car and stood beside the car to tidy up his sleeves. As he looked at the villa in front of him, he adjusted his mood.

It had been three years. The magnificent and magnificent building in front of him still annoyed him with just a glance.

And the only thing that could affect his heartstrings here was the old man.

"Yi Qing, you're back. Come in quickly." Mo Yuan Kun, who had been waiting at the door, saw him and welcomed him with a face full of joy.

Mo Yi Qing was expressionless. He tilted his head and whispered to Gu Zi An, "Wait for me in the car. Later, we will leave together."

"... " Yes." Gu Zi An nodded with a surprised expression.

After giving his orders, Mo Yi Qing turned sideways with a cold expression. He walked past Mo Yuan Kun, who had already arrived in front of him, and walked into the main hall of the villa with big steps.

This scene happened to fall into Leng Qiu Hua's eyes, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor.

Leng Qiu Hua's maroon curly hair was tied behind her head. Her tight, hollowed ink blue dress wrapped around her curvy figure. Although she was over fifty years old, she was still charming and enchanting.

And because of the good maintenance of her exquisite face, she looked to be more than ten years older than her actual age.

Seeing her husband holding the hot face and sticking a cold butt on it, she curled her lips and sneered, "Trash. He's just a b * tch's illegitimate child. It's as if he saw a treasure."

Retracting her gaze, she walked to the dressing table and carefully tidied her hair. Only when she was satisfied did she twist her waist and quickly walk out of the room.

In the hall on the first floor.

When Mo Yi Qing walked in and saw the scene in front of him, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The old man, Mo Zhenzhi, was sitting on the sofa, holding a chess piece and blowing his beard at the chessboard. He complained, "Little girl, how dare you bully my old man? Watch how I kill you."

"Haha, Grandpa lost again. If you lose, you can go back on your word. I swear I will never play chess with you again in the future. Wuwuwu, I can't afford to hurt you. I really can't hurt you... Ah! "

Mo Zi Fei smiled proudly and raised her hands to jump off the sofa. She laughed at the old man and made a face. She subconsciously looked to the side. When she saw the tall figure standing not far away, she exclaimed. He covered his mouth in shock.

The old man's anger had yet to dissipate. He looked towards the source of the sound and saw who it was. The chess piece between his fingers fell to the ground and made a crisp sound as it rolled under the sofa.

"Brother Yi Qing!" Mo Zi Fei came back to her senses and ran over excitedly.

Looking at the little girl running over, Mo Yi Qing smiled dotingly. He stretched out his arms and took a step forward to catch the little figure that was flying over.

"Wakaka, Big Brother Yi Qing, is it really you? Am I dreaming?" Mo Zi Fei wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on his body like an octopus. Her excited little face moved closer and kissed his cheek several times.

After not seeing each other for three years, the little girl from before had now become a little beauty.

Facing his little sister who had a look of adoration and mischievousness, Mo Yi Qing pretended to frown in disgust. "Little girl, did you brush your teeth? You made me drool."

As soon as they met, he exposed her short hair. Mo Zi Fei kissed his cheek again and smiled slyly. "I didn't brush my teeth, so I deliberately disgusted you."

" Cough, cough, cough... "The old man who was ignored could not bear to watch any longer. He was full of surprise but deliberately put on a straight face and lightly coughed as if reminding him.

Hearing the old man's dissatisfaction, Mo Yi Qing put down his little sister and respectfully walked in front of the old man.

The old man suddenly stood up and stretched his trembling hand towards Mo Yi Qing's cheek. Before he could touch it, his body swayed and he fell back into the sofa,... "You."

The old man was so excited that he could not speak for a long time. His hand, which was frozen in midair, kept shaking.

Mo Yi Qing's face was serious. He knelt on the ground and grabbed his hand to cover his face. His voice was slightly trembling. "Grandfather, it's me... I'm back."

"Alright... Alright, alright, it's good that you're back. Have you recovered? "The old man's bright eyes were immediately covered with a layer of mist as he looked at him from head to toe with concern.

"I've recovered. I'm fine." Mo Yi Qing nodded. A trace of guilt flashed across his eyes.

Three years ago, he was seriously injured and left without saying goodbye.

Later, in order to find out the truth of the matter and find out the mastermind behind it, he had no choice but to release fake news of his illness again and again.

The old man loved him the most when he was young, so he would definitely be frightened and unable to eat or sleep in peace for him.

Looking at the old man's wrinkled face, Mo Yi Qing wanted to kneel down and give him a few kowtows.

Unexpectedly, the old man's face was full of heartache. He deliberately put on a stern face and berated, "Stinking brat, get up quickly and accompany me back to my room to play chess." As he spoke, he glared at Mo Zi Fei who was standing by the side. "You came back just in time. Later, help me teach this disrespectful little girl a lesson. Just now, I was almost angered to death by her."

"Grandfather, you are not allowed to badmouth Brother Yi Qing about me. It is you who is not good at chess. Why are you blaming me instead?" Mo Zi Fei rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction, pouting and stamping her feet.

"Aiyo, Yi Qing is back." Leng Qiu Hua hid at the corner of the stairs and eavesdropped for a long time. She walked down the stairs in a high posture and pretended to be surprised as she pretended to walk up.

"Yes." Mo Yi Qing stood up and answered indifferently. He supported the old man and turned around to go upstairs.

Mo Zi Fei followed closely behind and kept defending herself. She was afraid that Mo Yi Qing would believe the old man's words and distance himself from her. "Brother Yi Qing, ever since you left, I have been playing chess with grandpa to make him happy. Grandpa wronged me, you can't listen to me."

"Zi Fei, come here. I have something to ask you." Leng Qiu Hua, who was left hanging by the side, glared at Mo Yi Qing's back angrily. She had lost face and could only vent her anger on her daughter.

Mo Zi Fei stopped and sat back on the sofa with a sad face.

Mo Yuan Kun walked into the hall and saw the mother and daughter staring at each other. He said to Leng Qiu Hua in annoyance, "Quickly call Shao Yang and ask him to come back. Yi Qing is back. Let's have a good gathering."

"What's wrong with him coming back? Do you have to make such a big fuss? It's best to not bother Shao Yang with such a small matter. Really." Leng Qiu Hua snorted in disdain and turned around to go upstairs.

Mo Yuan Kun had been ignored by Mo Yi Qing just now, and he had been holding back his anger for a long time. His anger had yet to dissipate when his wife snatched him away from him. He kicked the chair beside him in anger, and his face darkened. “ Look at you, do you still have the appearance of an elder?"

Leng Qiu Hua, who had walked to the middle of the stairs, stopped when she heard him. Her face was full of contempt. " You bastard, when have you ever looked me in the eye? You should teach your precious son a lesson first before teaching me a lesson. " After saying that, he went straight upstairs without looking back.

Mo Zi Fei picked up a chair by the side and carefully walked to Mo Yuan Kun's side. She comforted, "Dad, calm down. Brother Yi Qing just entered the house. Don't quarrel. It's not good to let him hear it."

Mo Yuan Kun helplessly sighed. He put his hands on his forehead and fell into the sofa.