Yu Siqiao's words were interrupted and he choked in his throat.

Then, I saw Mo Shu slowly get up, with a graceful figure and slow pace, walking in front of him, and then looked at Xing Mengzheng, "Aunt Yu, where is Qin?"

Yu Siqiao looked at her expression that seemed to have nothing to care about. She obviously wanted to say something, but she finally shut up again and looked at her half-believingly.

Xing Mengzheng actually didn't like her at all.

After all, Mo Shu's reputation is really bad. It can be said that the two words Mo Shu have become synonymous with the word "nothing is useless".

But today I saw the jewelry designed by Mo Shu herself, and I felt that she was not that bad.

Seeing Mo Shu's bright and polite smile on his face, Xing Mengzheng turned around and said, "Come with me."

Xing Mengzheng walked forward, and Mo Shu followed, but after taking two steps, he was pulled by Yu Siqiao.

Yu Siqiao had disbelief in his eyes. He glanced at Xing Mengzheng, then approached Mo Shu and whispered: "Don't show off this strength, if you know, if you know, if you know, if you know, if you know, if you know, if you know, if you know, I don't want to be fat. My mother hates someone who is slapped in the face and pretends to be fat the most. Then, don't get it better."

Mo Shu glanced at Yu Siqiao, threw his hand away, then laughed, and said word by word: "No need to worry."

After saying that, he passed by him and followed Xing Mengzheng up.

Yu Siqiao looked a little bad, walked beside her and whispered: "You really know how?"

Mo Shu's bright eyes curled up a faint smile and said softly: "Are you caring about me, Mr. Yu?"

Yu Siqiao paused and then sneered: "She is so passionate. I just don't want you to affect my mother's mood."

"Oh," Mo Shu retracted his gaze, "It's really a coincidence today, and I'll have an impact."

Yu Siqiao didn't believe she could, but when she heard her words, she was even more sure that she was showing off and blocking her face, saying, "Forget it, don't say that my Yu Siqiao's fiancée is obviously not good at all, but she even pretends to make jokes, which will be bad!"

Mo Shu sneered, and his clear eyes dug him, "After all, it's just for your own face."

Yu Siqiao's heart seemed to be criticized. Looking at the disgust on her face, a sense of anger suddenly rushed up, and simply stopped him and said, "If you want to humiliate yourself, go!"

Yu Siqiao's voice was quite loud, and Xing Mengzheng quickly turned around.

Mo Shu smiled and soon followed her to a delicate black grand piano.

This brand of piano was only seen in magazines in the past, but now it really appears in front of her.

Xing Mengzheng opened the cover of the piano and gently pressed the properly maintained fingers, and a row of crisp sounds were like the sound of nature.

Mo Shu's heart moved slightly, and his eyes were completely attracted by the black and white keys above.

Xing Mengzheng noticed her joyful and intoxicated gaze and said, "Try it, what kind of song you can play?"

Mo Shu asked back: "What song do you want to listen to?"

Xing Mengzheng paused and then smiled and said, "When Si Qiao was young, she especially liked to listen to me playing the "Turkish March".

"Okay." Mo Shu sat down.

Yu Siqiao's eyebrows were frowned, looking at her white and slender fingers, unconsciously buckled her arms, and watching her lips pursed tightly.

Xing Mengzheng noticed her son's small movements, her eyes were slightly deeper, and her eyes quickly turned to Mo Shu's hand.

The fingers fell skillfully, and soon the familiar melody sounded.
Chapter completed!