C20 Be My Sister-in-law

She admitted that she did not have any hatred for Xiao Yingyue. Thinking of this, Yang Zhexu's face appeared in her mind, and her body froze. Could it be that because of Yang Zhexu, Xiao Yingyue was unhappy and wanted to take revenge on her?

Jian Mo was never a fool. If there was something, she could think of countless possibilities in her mind. After working with Xiao Yingyue for so long, she shouldn't be such a person. Thinking about it this way, her mood immediately became much better. After all, she was the rightful boyfriend and girlfriend of Yang Zhexu. If it was like this, she would be the outsider who had interfered in their relationship.

"Teacher Xiao Yue might like Shuo, so she mentioned his brother in passing." Jian Mo said what she thought she could fool the child.

"No way. Auntie Xiao Yue likes my brother, but I don't like Auntie Xiao Yue. I don't want Auntie Xiao Yue to be my sister-in-law. I want Teacher Mo to be my sister-in-law." After saying that, he hugged Jian Mo.

When Jian Mo heard the word sister-in-law, her body instantly froze. She had never thought that she would still be with Yang Zhexu.

"Shuo, you can't speak carelessly, we are responsible for what we say, so..." Before Jian Mo could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Yang Zishuo's words.

"What I said is true. I want Teacher Mo to be my sister-in-law." There was no calculation in the child's eyes. There was no darkness. There was a boundless light in his eyes, which made him look especially sincere.

"I..." Just as Jian Mo was about to brainwash Yang Zishuo, the phone in her pocket rang.

Picking up the phone, she saw that it was Yang Zhexu. He wanted to do something, but he didn't hesitate to pick it up.

"Hello." Before he could finish speaking, a voice came from the other side. "Pour me a cup of tea and come to my study." With that, he hung up without waiting for Jian Mo to speak.

It was true. There were so many servants in the house, yet he had to come. However, she had no choice but to go and pour some tea now. She got up and touched Yang Zishuo's face. "Teacher Mo is going to do something, it's getting late, Shuo will go to his room to sleep after playing for a while, only then can he grow taller."

"I know that Teacher Mo is going to look for big brother. Go, Shuo will be good." It was obvious that he was just a child, but he spoke sincerely and sincerely. I understood what he meant.

The children of the Yang family were really precocious. They sighed in their hearts, but did not argue. They waved goodbye to Yang Zishuo and left the room.

There were a lot of tea leaves in the living room of the Yang family, and as for Yang Zhexu's taste, Jian Mo already knew it like the back of her hand. When she opened the tea pot, the good tea leaves emitted a fragrance. The tea in this tea cabinet was usually expensive. She poured out the tea leaves and skillfully operated them.

In fact, she didn't know anything about tea in the past, but after being with Yang Zhexu at that time, he loved tea so much that she had come to learn it without thinking about it. She didn't expect to use it after she was bought. With a bitter smile, he brewed the tea.

He carried the tea to the study room on the second floor, knocked on the door twice, and pushed it open.

Because of Jian Mo's entrance, Yang Zhexu stopped what he was doing and looked into Jian Mo's eyes. After a while, he said, "Leave it here." His fingers tapped on the table.

Jian Mo knew him. She carried the tea over and placed it where he had pointed.

Her long, bony fingers lifted the lid, and the aroma of tea filled her nostrils. She kissed it lightly, ran her fingers along the rim of the tea, and took a sip. A low voice sounded with dissatisfaction. "This is not the tea I want. Go make more."

Jian Mo, who was about to leave, had three big question marks in her mind. She had always drunk this kind of tea in the past. "Then what kind of tea do you want to drink?" She humbly asked.

"Don't you know what I drink? Little thing. " Yang Zhexu supported his chin with one hand and looked at her thoughtfully, but Jian Mo could still see the usual cold light in his eyes.

For a moment, she felt a little perturbed and conflicted. "Then I'll go get another cup." The pressure in the room made her uncomfortable, so it was better for her to run away as soon as possible. He took the cup that he had only taken a sip from and left in a hurry.

When they arrived at the kitchen and saw the busy servants, Jian Mo went up to them and asked, "What tea does Yang Zhexu usually drink?" It wasn't a bad thing to ask first.

The servant stopped what he was doing and said, "The first one on the left side of the tea cabinet."

"Thank you." Jian Mo smiled and thanked him.

When she arrived at the tea cabinet, she saw a variety of tea leaves inside. The first one on the left was the one she had just brewed. Could it be that the tea was not good enough for him to drink? He put the cup to his mouth and took a big sip. It was not bad. The tea was fragrant and tasty.

Forget it. Since it wasn't this kind, he would try the one beside it. After that, he started to brew the tea neatly. After a while, another cup of hot tea was ready.

This time, Yang Zhexu only took a sip before putting it down. "It's not what I wanted."

"Then can you tell me what you want?" Jian Mo asked patiently.

Yang Zhexu, who was still dealing with work, raised his eyes and said in a cold tone. "You've been by my side for so long, little thing, you actually don't know my taste. Shouldn't you punish me?" After saying that, his eyes emitted a thought-provoking light.

This light scared Jian Mo so much that her heart trembled. "I know, I'll go make more." With that, she quickly picked up the teacup on the table and ran away like a wisp of smoke.

Yang Zhexu looked at the woman who had rushed out. This person seemed to be different from before. In the past, she would always look at him with hatred and bitterness. Other than bitterness, there was no other emotion on her face, but now she seemed to be more lively. While making tea, although he made things difficult for her, she was not unhappy. Thinking about Jian Mo, his mood seemed to have started to rise and become clearer.

When the third cup of tea was served, Yang Zhexu grabbed Jian Mo's wrist. "Since this tea doesn't suit your taste, then I'll eat you." Without waiting for Jian Mo to react, he pulled her into the bedroom.

He pushed her onto the bed. The soft touch caused Jian Mo to immediately wake up, and she quickly pushed Yang Zhexu away. "No." With that, he retreated.

"Little thing, don't you think it's too late to pretend now?" Yang Zhexu opened his mouth and spoke in a cold tone.

Jian Mo didn't understand what he meant. She raised her tern and glanced at Yang Zhexu, noticing that his eyes had suddenly become so terrifying. A chill suddenly crawled up her back, and she lowered her head as she spoke. "Can you do it next time? I'm not feeling well today."