Who wants to eat something made by a woman with ulterior motives?

Mo Baichuan hid all the displeasure in his eyes and then said, "Grandma, I really can't eat it. By the way, I have something to do, so let's go first."

Before Mrs. Mo could react, Mo Baichuan's figure disappeared outside the door.

"This brat!" Old Mrs. Mo sighed helplessly.

...

The Zhao family has two children and one daughter. The daughter Zhao Jingrong has been spoiled since she was a child.

Zhao Jingrong is three years younger than Moqishen and is twenty-four years old this year.

The twenty-fourth Zhao Jingrong has a very good reputation in the circle of wealthy people in the capital. She is not only beautiful, but also a top student who has returned from France. If it weren't for her engagement with Mo Qishen, the person who proposed to marry him at this time would have crossed the threshold.

Early in the morning, the Zhao family all sat in the living room, and the atmosphere was a bit solemn.

Zhao Baosheng looked up at his baby daughter, "Jing Rong, I heard that the sixth brother of the Mo family has returned. What do you think about this?"

Zhao Jingrong blew on her nail polish and said indifferently: "He is back, what does it have to do with me?"

Zhao Baosheng continued, "Jing Rong, have you forgotten that you have a marriage contract with him?"

Zhao Jingrong chuckled softly, "Entertainment? Whoever agreed to this engagement at the beginning will let anyone marry."

Just because Mojishen's nothing is going to do, he also wants to be a toad to eat swan meat?

dream!

Zhao Baosheng choked by his baby daughter because the engagement was their parents.

Mrs. Zhao said slowly beside her, "The engagement back then was just a verbal word, so it shouldn't be taken seriously, right?"

Zhao Baosheng said sadly: "But we took the token from the old Mo family."

In fact, at the beginning, it was a genius that was rare in a thousand years.

Moqishen can memorize all the Tang and Song lyrics at the age of three, and can calculate any addition, subtraction, multiplication and division formulas at the age of four, and can talk about the five thousand years of history of China at the age of five, and it is more detailed than recorded in history. He was in the first grade at the age of six, and jumped to the third grade at the age of seven.

Otherwise, the Zhao family would not have established a marriage relationship with the Mo family early.

Because the Zhao family concluded that the profound future must be limitless.

Who would have thought that they had taken a look and took the wrong treasure...

They were full of hope for Mo Qishen, but Mo Qishen finally hurt Zhongyong, and the wizards stopped and gradually became an ordinary person.

Even, it is not as good as ordinary people.

At least ordinary people know that they have to work and earn money to support their families, but Moqishen can do nothing except to be idle.

Mrs. Zhao said indifferently: "If you collect the token, you can't pay it back! What's the big deal?"

Zhao Baosheng sighed, "But we cannot go back on our word. Moreover, we have been in love with the old Mo family for so many years. If we really break off the engagement, how can we get in the future?"

Mrs. Zhao screamed, "Don't you break off the engagement? Do you want to marry our Jing Rong to that waste? Friendship, is it important to have our precious daughter in friendship?"

"Mom is right! I am the first to disagree if I want my younger sister to marry Moqishen!" Zhao Zijun, the eldest son of the Zhao family, spoke clearly.

Zhao Ziyi, the second son of the Zhao family, said: "I don't agree to let my younger sister marry Mo Qishen!"

Mojishen's trash is not worthy of their baby sister at all.

Their sister is worthy of the best man in the world!

"Jingrong," Zhao Baosheng looked up at Zhao Jingrong, "What do you think?"

This matter depends on what the baby girl thinks.

Zhao Jingrong smiled and said, "Dad, I think you are so old and confused! How can you be worthy of me with a useless person who has accomplished nothing? I, Zhao Jingrong, will either never marry for the rest of my life or marry a man like Mr. Mog!"

Mr. Mog is a mythical figure in the upper class.

Age becomes a mystery, identity becomes a mystery, and even nationality becomes a mystery.

Even Zhao Jingrong has only seen Mr. Mog's back in the International News section.

When talking about Mr. Mog, people in the circle all look admiring.

Zhao Baosheng continued: "But you have never even seen Mr. Mog before. How do you know that he is the type you like?"

Zhao Jingrong smiled softly, "Dad, do you think your daughter is the kind of person who is so superficial that she only looks at the skinny face?"

Skin phase?

Can skin phase be exchanged for gold or silver?

Zhao Jingrong is very clear about what she wants. She not only wants a superior life, but also has supreme glory!

This honor is beyond words, who can give it to me?

Mrs. Zhao nodded, "Jing Rong, mom supports you. You are so outstanding. Not to mention a single Mog, even ten Mogs can get it."

Zhao Jingrong's two brothers also nodded and agreed. They were full of confidence in this sister.

Zhao Baosheng continued: "What if Mr. Mog is a very old man?"

After all, Mr. Mog won't be able to withstand the glory that a young man can do.

This person is likely older than him!

Zhao Jingrong smiled slightly, "That's better than that fool."

Zhao Baosheng sighed, "Okay, Jing Rong, dad knows what you mean. Dad will find some time to discuss this with the Mo family."

Zhao Jingrong gently put the nail polish on the coffee table, "Dad, don't find time anymore. You have to cut the mess quickly in such a thing. Just tomorrow, I'll go with you tomorrow."

"Also," Zhao Jingrong added: "Dad, breaking off the engagement is not an agreement, it is imperative!"

As soon as Zhao Jingrong thought about the fact that she and the useless man in the Mo family had an engagement, she felt disgusted and had goose bumps layer by layer.

"Little sister, we will accompany you too." Zhao Jingrong's two brothers said.

Mrs. Zhao said: "Then I will go with you too, just in case if the Mo family is a scoundrel and is unwilling to break off the engagement. We have many people, and we have the power to do it."

After Mrs. Mo learned that the Zhao family was coming to the door tomorrow, she was so happy that she couldn't stop talking. She immediately ordered the servant to clean the Mo family up and down, expressing her respect for the Zhao family.

The children on both sides have grown up. When the Zhao family comes to their house at this time, they must discuss the wedding date of Mo Qishen and Zhao Jingrong.

When she thought that she would be able to hold her big fat grandson soon, Old Mrs. Mo walked with the wind, so she quickly went upstairs to inform Mo Qishen of the good news.

Hearing this, he pulled the corner of his mouth deeply, "Okay mom, I understand."

Old Mrs. Mo continued, "Old Liu, you have to perform well in front of Jing Rong tomorrow!"

Mo Qishen nodded, "Don't worry, my son promises not to let you down."

Old Mrs. Mo said again: "And you, remember to clean yourself up tomorrow and don't be so careless."

Mo Qishen nodded, but there was a hint of sarcasm in the deepest part of his eyes.

...

On this side of Yuncheng Road, around 11:00 a.m., Ni Yan sold out 600 noodles and 500 cups of sour plum soup.

I made a total of 220 yuan today, and I went one step further from the plan to buy a shop!

Ni Yan smiled and began to prepare to close the stall.

She was lowering her eyes and packing the dishes. Suddenly, a heavy shadow enveloped her body. At the same time, there was a sense of oppression in the air, making people unable to breathe and a little cramped.

Ni Yan subconsciously raised her eyes and instantly fell into a pair of deep and cold black eyes.

The eyes meet, and the waves of light flow in their eyes. The eyes are too deep and too cold, and their insight is too forward, as if they want to see through people.

It's him, Mo Baichuan...

That trash that is extremely narcissistic!

Ni Yan has no good impression of such arrogant and conceited people.

However, last time she pushed him into the puddle, wouldn't he be here to take revenge this time?

Thinking of this, Ni Yan's eyes turned slightly deeper.

"Cook a bowl of noodles for me." After a moment, Mo Baichuan spoke and leaned over to sit on the stool.

Ni Yan recovered from the faintest slightest tone, "Sorry, I've closed the stall, sir."

When Mo Baichuan saw the meal Ni Yan cooked for Old Mrs. Mo at the Mo family, he couldn't control himself anymore!

Why can't you control yourself?

Because he couldn't wait to tear Ni Yan's beautiful appearance away.

Ni Yan has done so many things since the beginning, but she just wants to get close to herself.

OK, then he will give Ni Yan this opportunity. He wants to see what other shameful means Ni Yan will have in the future.

Mo Baichuan narrowed his eyes without any trace.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Ni Yan reminded again, "Sir, I have already closed the stall. If you want to eat noodles, come here tomorrow."

"I said it, my surname is Mo." Mo Baichuan suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Ni Yan, "Mo's deeds are not disagreeable."
To be continued...