"Who allowed you to assert yourself?"
Yan Mojiu raised his hand and touched Meng Mingxuan's head soothingly, but his voice was still cold and serious when he spoke.
"I'm sorry, Brother Jiu, just give me a good beating." Feng Yilin apologized quickly, but with a kind of stubbornness that said, 'I would do the same even if you beat me to death.'
Meng Mingxuan couldn't help but laughed.
Feng Yilin: “…”
Meng Mingxuan was right next to Brother Jiu, still smiling.
She didn't make trouble with Brother Jiu.
He seemed to have misunderstood.
"Sister, Yin Ting is not a good person, he is not worthy of you." Look back at Brother Nine.
Meng Mingxuan smiled and replied, "I understand."
"Also, this was done behind Brother Nine's back. Brother Nine couldn't bear to use these methods on you. If you want to blame someone, blame me."
Meng Mingxuan looked at Yan Mojiu. His expression was as cold and indifferent as ever, except that he did not show any cruelty towards outsiders.
She had seen him get angry.
"I won't blame you. But there's no possibility for you and Yin Ting anymore. You don't need to do this anymore. You have a lot of things to do." Meng Mingxuan said to Feng Yilin on the other end of the phone.
Feng Yilin's laughter came happily: "Okay, thank you for your understanding, Sister Xiao."
He waited to change his tune.
Call her sister-in-law.
Yan Mojiu slid the screen and hung up the phone.
Meng Mingxuan seemed a little surprised: "This is the first time I hear Master Feng laugh like this."
"Just call him by his name." Yan Mojiu noticed how she addressed Feng Yilin.
"How can that be? He is older than you." Meng Mingxuan shook her head.
In fact, Feng Yilin and the others are all the eldest grandchildren of a large family in Kyoto, so it is reasonable for her to call him Young Master Feng.
If she hadn't been the sister protected by Yan Mojiu, Feng Yilin and the others wouldn't have even looked at her.
"But now you are his girlfriend, and they all call him brother." Yan Mojiu raised his eyebrows.
“…”
That's not the case.
"After returning to Kyoto, they will most likely call you sister-in-law."
Well.
A stream of hot air came out of her clothes and headed towards Meng Mingxuan's face.
"Next time you see him, just call him by his name." She tried to remain calm.
"good."
Seeing that her ears were already pink, Yan Mojiu stopped talking about this topic and stood up. "Go cook."
"Let me help you." Meng Mingxuan stood up.
"So virtuous."
“…”
Meng Mingxuan's steps became unsteady and she almost tripped over her right foot.
Yan Mojiu reached out and steadily pulled her into his arms, "At this time you should say - yes, you have found a treasure."
“…”
After a moment, Meng Mingxuan repeated under his gaze: "Yes, you found a treasure."
"It's barely passable, but not natural enough. The voice could be sweeter." Yan Mojiu let go of her waist and walked towards the kitchen while rolling up his sleeves. "Flirting is also a must-have for couples."
Meng Mingxuan followed behind him, her mind full of doubts.
Has he taken special training?
Otherwise how would you understand so much.
Soon, Yan Mojiu gave Meng Mingxuan a bag of snow peas and said, "Tear the tendons."
“…”
She almost heard it as a quarrel.
…
Kyoto.
Yan Zheng walked into the living room and saw Old Man Yan holding a newspaper, reading it calmly.
"Dad looks good lately."
He walked forward and sat down on the right side of Mr. Yan.
Mr. Yan is over seventy years old and already halfway through his adulthood, but the dignity and sternness between his brows is the result of being in a high position for half his life.
At first glance, it's intimidating.
At this moment, he glanced at Yan Zheng with a calm expression and said, "Both grandsons are coming home, so this old man is naturally happy."
Yan Zheng's eyes darkened, "Are you so impatient to send the young off?"
Old Master Yan looked at him dimly, "Yes, I have sent it before."
The old butler at the side bowed his head silently, staring at the surface.
As if he heard nothing.
There was deathly silence in the living room.
"It's been so many years since he died, why are you still hurt?" Yan Zheng smiled, his calm tone seemed to be poisoned, "The Yan family has no descendants."
"People like you who have walked through the hail of bullets will not be hurt no matter how hard they try." Old Master Yan looked at his son kindly, "But you can't forget that you have a brother - a twin brother who was killed by your own hands."
Yan Zheng's expression finally changed. "Don't talk nonsense."
"You killed your brother to seize the throne, abandoned your wife and children. Now your brother's son and the son you killed are back together. Are you afraid?" Old Master Yan had a gentle expression.
Yan Zheng looked extremely ugly.
After a while, he stood up and left without looking back.
The sound of the car outside the door faded away, and the old butler stepped forward and bowed: "Old man, do you need to remind the two young masters?"
The gentleman is not an easy person to deal with.
Maybe, he could directly prevent the two young masters from returning to Kyoto.
"No need." Old Master Yan continued to flip through the newspaper. "If you can't even avoid this little crisis, you'll die if you go back to Kyoto."
"놆."
Mr. Yan finished reading a newspaper and slowly raised his head.
He asked about Lincheng, "You said yesterday that the girl from the Meng family was Young Master Wang's girlfriend?"
"Yes, she broke up with Young Master Xiao half a month ago, and now she is Young Master Xiao's girlfriend."
Old Master Yan snorted, "Such a remarkable method."
"She is the only one left in the Meng family. The eldest young master feels very guilty towards her and always puts her first in everything." The old housekeeper spoke the truth.
Thinking of the three lives of the Meng family, Old Master Yan reluctantly showed some forgivingness.
"There are many ways to make up for it. She doesn't deserve Mo Jiu."
Old Master Yan said, giving orders, "Go pick some suitable illegitimate children from the family and show them to her when the time comes. Don't make sure the conditions are too bad, otherwise Mo Jiu won't be interested."
"놆."
No matter how good the other person is, the young master won't be interested.
The old housekeeper who had been to Lincheng thought.
But he didn't need to destroy the old man's beautiful fantasy, which would be a thankless task.
Wait for the young master to return to Kyoto and attack him personally.
Yan Zheng drove back to the villa.
Xu Yuhe, who was wearing delicate makeup, had just finished making the soup. Seeing Yan Zheng coming back, she approached him tenderly and considerately, "Honey, I just made the chicken soup..."
"Do you still remember Lin Ruxue?"
Yan Zheng ignored Xu Yuhe's gentleness and sat down on the sofa.
Xu Yuhe's expression froze, and she suddenly felt as if she had no place to put her hands.
After all these years, why did he suddenly mention...that woman?
Yan Zheng noticed Xu Yuhe's nervousness at that moment and sneered, "Let her go, she's dead."
Before Xu Yuhe could react, Yan Zheng dropped a bomb: "But she gave birth to a son."
“…”
"Now, the son she gave birth to has been recognized by the old man." Yan Zheng reached out and gently grasped Xu Yuhe's slender wrist, staring at her with cold eyes, "Are you afraid?"
“…”
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