C23 Stolen

The next day, Xing Mowei was in a good mood. He took Mi Qiao to visit the Old Master with her marriage certificate.

When the Old Master saw their marriage certificate, he was overjoyed. He was holding one in each hand as he smiled foolishly at the red book.

"Not bad, not bad, Weiwei, you didn't let grandpa down."

As the Old Master spoke, he slowly closed the red book and placed the two into one of his hands, pressing them under the pillow behind him.

Xing Mowei became nervous. He stretched out his slender and straight hand and shook it as he said:

"Hey hey hey, Grandpa, what are you doing? That's my marriage certificate. "

Mi Qiao glanced at it and wasn't as panicky as before. She could get as many fake witnesses as she wanted. How happy would it be to let the old man hold it for a while? Would he die?

"Grandfather, I'll take it."

Xing Mowei stood up and walked behind the Old Master with his arm stretched out, wanting to grab the certificate, but the Old Master punched him in the chest.

Mi Qiao, who was at the side, despised his actions of stealing from him. He deserved to be beaten by the Old Master.

"Stinking brat, do you want to get a divorce after getting married?"

The old man's mouth twitched in anger as he glared at him while blowing on his beard.

Xing Mowei, who was getting beaten up by the Old Master until his chest hurt a little, rubbed his chest and let out a "little sound".

"No, Grandpa, what are you doing with it?"

The Old Master's beard perked up. His right hand reached under the pillow and tucked it in. He leaned back tightly and said with the dignity of an elder,

"In order to prevent you, this unworthy grandson, from getting divorced, I missed out on such a good granddaughter-in-law.

You can leave your marriage certificate with me. Don't even think about taking it away from me. "

Xing Mowei sat on the stool and said:

"What if I need it someday?"

"You're looking for me to send in a report? As long as the report is written deeply, it will definitely be approved.

Unless you have evil intentions, don't blame me for not agreeing. "

As the Old Master spoke, he gave a cold snort, as serious as a child.

Mi Qiao, who was at the side, laughed.

This grandfather-grandson pair is really interesting, is it worth it to make such a ruckus over a forgery?

The Old Master was fine, but he didn't know.

The cold man sitting beside her was a little strange. Was there a need for him to be so serious with a fake certificate?

However, looking at his behaviour when he used a fake certificate, it was not hard to explain his current actions.

Doing things was more serious, paying attention to the details. You had to do what you did, it was worth it for her to learn from Mi Qiao.

The Old Master had been lying in bed for too long, and his body felt uncomfortable, when suddenly he began to cough.

Xing Mowei quickly went forward to pat the Old Master on the back.

Mi Qiao hurried over to the table and poured a cup of warm water for the Old Master, then carefully brought it over to the Old Master.

She carefully placed the cup next to Old Master's hand. Just as he was about to pour a cup of water, Mi Qiao carefully reminded him,

"Grandpa, lean forward a little, don't let the water splash onto the bed."

His grandfather nodded at Mi Qiao in satisfaction, then he leaned forward and took the glass of water from Mi Qiao's hands.

Xing Mowei, who was supporting the Old Master beside him, helped the Old Master to massage his back very dutifully, as if he was afraid that the Old Master would choke.

Mi Qiao's opinion of him had changed. She waited patiently by the side for the Old Master to finish drinking the water, then stretched out her hand to receive the cup.

Suddenly, Xing Mowei, who was beside her, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and nudged her with his body.

Mi Qiao raised her head and looked at him, confusion filling her eyes.

The Old Master stopped carrying his cup and looked at him suspiciously.

He shook himself, brushed back his disheveled hair with his other hand, and cleared his throat.

"Grandfather, I'll listen to you and treat Mi Qiao well."

The Old Master's face instantly broke into a smile. He was very satisfied with Chen Changsheng's performance, so he nodded and lowered his head to continue drinking the water.

Xing Mowei slowly put his hand on Mi Qiao's shoulder. Warm feeling flowed from his fingertips onto Mi Qiao's shoulder.

Mi Qiao was moved by what he had said, but she knew that it was not the truth.

Now that his hand was on her shoulder, Mi Qiao was in a trance. Still, she hardened her heart and shook her shoulders, shaking his hand off.

Not long after she shook his hand, Mi Qiao put her hand on her back and glared at him in dissatisfaction.

However, he acted as if he didn't see it. He still didn't take his hand down, as if it belonged to someone else.

Mi Qiao's back was stiff, and an uncomfortable feeling flowed through her spine. She subconsciously shook her spine and moved forward.

However, it seemed as if he didn't want to let her go, so he followed her, his hand following her like a piece of dope.

The Old Master seemed to sense something too. He raised his head to look at him, but the old man only tilted his head back and swept his eyes across the ceiling as he muttered:

"The hospital's ceiling design is very ordinary."

The Old Master smiled bitterly, placed the water on the bedside table, and waved his hand at them.

"Weiwei, since you guys have received the certificate, you should bring Mi Qiao to the mall to take a look and see if there's anything Mi Qiao likes."

Don't waste my time here. The doctor told me to rest more.

I also need to take care of my body so that I can see the birth of my great-grandson in the future. "

With that, the Old Master deliberately yawned, shifted his body, and adjusted his posture, as if he was about to sleep.

Mi Qiao felt a little awkward. She had only hired him to act, so how could she let him buy things for her?

"Grandfather, there's no need for that. I'll just stay here to accompany you."

I don't like anything anyway, as long as you're fine. "

Xing Mowei, who was standing beside her, pinched her butt from behind. Mi Qiao focused all her strength on her butt to resist.

What was he trying to do?

He clearly didn't like her, so why was he so abnormal today? Why did he have to harass her?

If it wasn't for the Old Master by her side, she would have to act along with him.

He would definitely stretch out his hand to pinch his butt and form a fierce red handprint so that he wouldn't be so presumptuous.

Mi Qiao shook her head, rolling her white eyes at him. He was actually still looking up at the sky.

After a long while, he finally lowered his head and looked at the Old Master, completely ignoring the whites of her eyes, and said very seriously:

"Yes, grandfather. It's better if you think carefully."

"I'll take Mi Qiao out for a walk. If you need anything, I'll buy it for you."

"There's no need. You youngsters just need to play well. Let's go."

As the Old Master spoke, he pulled at the corner of the blanket and directly closed his eyes.

Without saying anything, Xing Mowei hugged Mi Qiao's waist tightly and carried her out while his other hand was still on her abdomen.

Mi Qiao, who didn't have enough time to react, felt her stomach stiffen. She looked down and saw that he had stolen the fake marriage certificate under the Old Master's pillow.

She turned her head to look at the Old Master in shock.

He put a hand on her cheek, his finger on the corner of her lips, and pulled her face back.

The touch gave Mi Qiao a momentary hallucination. Did he like me?

She stupidly raised her head to look at him. With such a tall and powerful figure, there seemed to be a smile hanging on her face as she wrapped her arms around her waist and brought her out.