C31 He never had a good temper

Mo Weinong declined to comment and followed the servant to Second Master Mo's courtyard.

He came back suddenly. It was only this morning that he received news that he was dozens of miles outside the city. Although the old lady had ordered people to clean up the courtyard, time was short. Looking at this place now, it was rather deserted.

Mo Weinong pushed open the door and entered. A slender figure stood by the window, his back facing her.

Mo Weinong pondered. Was she respectfully calling him father, or was it a cowardly calling him father?

But before she could think of what to say, the man by the window had already turned around. When he saw her, he slightly frowned.

"I heard some things on the way back today. I heard that you don't know your place and secretly made a life promise with Ji Family's Second Young Master?"

Mo Weinong frowned, but before she could explain, Second Master Mo's cold voice sounded again.

"Although I have not been at home for so many years, I have not done my duty of educating you. But even so, as the young miss of the Wanning Marquis Mansion, you should have a bit of a noble lady's appearance. At that time, not only will I be humiliated, the entire Wanning Marquis Mansion will be affected as well. "

Each and every word of his was full of accusation, and when Mo Weinong heard it, she could only laugh mockingly in her heart.

Suddenly, she didn't want to explain anything anymore. The father she hadn't seen for so many years didn't even have the chance to verify the truth and just poured a bucket of sewage on her head.

Indeed, in the entire Wanning Marquis Mansion, he could only rely on himself.

"Why aren't you talking? "You know your wrongs?" Second Master Mo took a step forward. Seeing that her head was lowered without a sound, he became more and more unhappy with her temperament.

Mo Weinong slowly took a deep breath, then raised her head and asked in a low voice, "Father called me here just to say this?"

"Hmm?"

"Father left his daughter at home for more than ten years, and went out for sightseeing by himself." If he couldn't be filial to his parents and couldn't be a teacher to his children, what right did he have to call his daughter over to reprimand her the moment he returned? You're right, this sort of thing isn't right. So what if my father had a daughter like me when he wasn't married to my mother ten years ago? Isn't the daughter's temper just like the father? "

This man wasn't her father, but even if he was, he wouldn't have the right to act so arrogantly.

Who did he think he was, and who did he think she, Mo Weinong, was?

He usually pretended to be a good boy in order to save himself some trouble and settle down. After all, he had just arrived in this world and was not familiar with anything. It was not good to offend too many people.

However, this didn't mean that just by casually coming out, someone could tell her that she didn't know what was going on. Her temper ? Never good.

Second Master Mo was stunned, in the next moment, his face turned ashen as he stared at Mo Weinong and shouted, "Impudent, is this the attitude of you talking to your elders?"

"When father came back, he scolded me without any hesitation. Is this your love for a daughter that you left behind for more than ten years?"

Even if she had to treat him as an elder, she had to act like one.

Second Master Mo's breath stopped as his originally angry gaze slowly calmed down.

He looked at the girl in front of him, his face flickering under the dim candlelight. It seemed as if he had somehow ? Beautiful.

A beautiful and gentle figure suddenly flashed through his mind. The current Mo Weinong was actually somewhat similar to her. It didn't look like it at all in the evening...

Second Master Mo's expression softened as he looked at his ice-cold daughter. With a lowered voice, he asked, "Are you blaming me? Blame Father for not taking good care of you all these years? "

The corner of Mo Weinong's mouth twitched. You think too much of yourself, she was only speaking the truth.

Second Master Mo sighed and waved his hand, "Forget it, it's getting late. You should go back and rest. Just pay more attention in the future."

Mo Weinong turned and left, looking somewhat unlucky.

Second Master Mo started to ponder as he looked at her back. Didn't his mother say that she had a timid personality? Why did he sound so eloquent at this moment? Was he truly heartbroken?

He pursed his lips and sat down on the chair. The image that was deeply engraved in his mind once again flashed across his mind.

However, Mo Weinong had already returned to her own Thick Ink Garden. Lan Qin welcomed her happily, even the White Fox rushed into her embrace.

However, when they saw that there was nothing in her hand, the faces of the man and the fox immediately became stiff.

Still no presents?

Lan Qin opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she was afraid that it would make the young miss sad. You haven't recovered from your illness yet, but the cold wind is blowing heavily at night, so don't worsen it again. "

Mo Weinong couldn't help but find it funny, she would actually feel wronged for her.

However, she was indeed quite tired. She rubbed her shoulder. Seeing that it was already getting late, she went to bed.

When the time came, her soul was separated once again.

With the experience from the previous two times, Mo Weinong was now extremely calm. She didn't even glance at the bed before she directly left the room.

She still remembered the agreement she made with the Prince Yan.

He had to hurry.

However, before she could even leave the Wanning Marquis Mansion and pass by the old lady's safe house, she saw a thin figure cautiously enter.

It was already so late, her new father was not sleeping, so why would he come in the middle of the night?

Mo Weinong frowned, and could not help but follow him.

The old mistress usually slept rather early, but today, for the first time, she did not sleep.

In the dim candlelight, she sat on a chair at the side with her eyes closed, meditating. It wasn't until Second Master Mo entered the room that she slowly opened her eyes and said, "Sit."

Mo Weinong followed behind Second Master Mo and entered, sizing up the house.

Other than the Old Mistress and the Second Master Mo, there was only one other Nanny Wei that served the Old Mistress in close proximity.

The Nanny Wei was the Old Mistress' trusted aide, and she treated the Second Master Mo very well. The two of them did not seem to have any intention of avoiding her.

"You said that you have something to discuss with me. What is it that's so important?" You just came back so you shouldn't have a good rest. Can't you talk about it tomorrow? " The old mistress' heart ached as she looked at her thin son. He had left home for so many years and was living and sleeping in the open. How did he resemble a Wanning Marquis who lived like a prince?

Second Master Mo sighed, "It's not really anything important, it's just that I can't let go of this matter. I want to quickly explain it to mother."

"What is it?"

"It's about Weinong."

Mo Weinong raised the center of his brows. Was her relationship really related to everything that happened in the middle of the night?

Fortunately, she had followed him out of curiosity.