"Why are you doing this?" Mo Miao's tone was stiff, and his voice was suddenly cold.

A hoarse voice came from behind the desk, and the man was sunk in the chair, with a majesty, "It's just a woman." Neither you nor Zhou'er should be hindered by her. ”

Mo Miao seemed to be suddenly stimulated, and shouted: "She's not just a woman!"

She is still the brightest and most beautiful flower in my bleak youth, the object I want to protect, and the person who is as difficult to give up as the light. But now, because of the sentence "just a woman" in front of him, he was about to suffer such a sin, Mo Miao's hands clenched unconsciously.

The man behind the desk lit a cigarette and smoked it, the smell of tobacco fainting, filling the snort. Then the man sneered, "I forgot, she's not even a woman, at most a yellow-haired girl." A yellow-haired girl will fascinate you? Zhou'er, forget it, you were taught by me, and you were also fascinated?"

Hearing the sentence "You were taught by me" Mo Miao's body trembled slightly, Rao is he has not experienced that feeling for a long time, but his body firmly remembers that feeling. When you think about it, you can't stop shaking.

"Haven't I taught you for a long time? What should I do, what should I not do, a little girl will make you unrelenting and come to confront me?"

Mo Miao was silent, and the fists on his side clenched tighter.

"What? unwillingly?" another sneer, this time with a very obvious mockery in his tone. "It's ridiculous that you like someone but you have a target, even if Zhou'er is fine, you also make this kind of mistake?"

Mo Miao replied to him: "I don't like it." "The green tendons on my hands can no longer be noticeable.

"Oh, I don't like it, I don't like it. ”

"Running to question a teacher who has taught you for years for someone you don't like?"

"Mo Miao, are you such a disliking Fa?"

Hearing him call his full name, Mo Miao subconsciously straightened his back, "The student didn't." ”

The man in the chair stopped talking, and after a long time, he said that you should go down. Mo Miao withdrew in response.

After Mo Miao left, the study was silent again. The man picked up the picture frame on the table, and the woman in the photo was smiling with crooked eyebrows and two shallow pear vortices at the corners of her mouth. The man stroked her face, showing a little tenderness on his face flickering under the lamp, "Alin..."

When Mo Miao went downstairs, he happened to meet a woman who came out of the kitchen with a tea cup in tow. The woman was very amorous, and although she was in her thirties, she was still well maintained, and when she saw him coming down from the upper floor, she greeted him with a smile.

A woman's every move is the appearance of everyone's beautiful and wealthy wives, but Mo Miao knows very well that she is just a concubine. If Mo Miao, who succeeded to the throne after Mrs. Zhengfang, naturally would not look down on her so much, but this one is a junior in the upper position. He didn't know exactly how, but this kind of thing has always been a slap in the face, but it pities the lady who was good to him.

He hummed faintly and politely declined the woman's invitation to keep him for a cup of tea. She was not annoyed at all when she was rejected, and told Mo Miao to be careful when driving and to take care of herself alone.

He answered them all. Over the years, she has been restrained from being her own wealthy lady, and she has learned that style of work, and she is gentle and gentle to everyone, and she has not shown the grandeur of the junior at all. At least the newcomers didn't know that this was not the original match, and the people liked this lady a lot.

Without a few words, the locomotive roared outside, and it turned out to be the young son of the new lady who had returned. It is said that she relied on her own child to come to the door to force her original match, but there have been a lot of hearsay in the past, although he was raised in this family, he rarely had contact with people and things in the family, and naturally he was not very clear.

I didn't know each other well, so when this person came back, he naturally left. When I went out, I happened to pass by the boy who was dressed in a flamboyant way. The boy was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, wore a leather jacket, exaggerated skull stud earrings, messed up his hair, and wore an unsightly make-up.

“……”

What an aesthetic is this.

Sometimes Mo Miao couldn't help but wonder, how could that man tolerate his flesh and bones being like this, it didn't look like his style at all. But it's his family affair, and he's not very interested. It should be said that as long as it is his business, he does not want to know anything except if necessary.

"The horn dog is here again?" passed by, and the boy's sentence was extremely flamboyant.

Mo Miao paused, chuckled, bloodthirsty and indifferent, "Learn to be a person, don't spend your parents' money and bark." Take everything you have, it's a breeze. ”

In the end, it was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, and his blood and qi were just unaware of the height of the sky, and he shouted angrily: "You dare to say what you are, it is easy to say! Shamelessly lying in our house, everything you have is given by my father!"

The woman heard the voice, and when she heard this, her face changed greatly, and the people around her lowered their heads and retreated. It's like it's been weird for a long time.

The woman heard the voice, and when she heard this, her face changed greatly, and the people around her lowered their heads and retreated. It's like it's been weird for a long time.

"Cheng'er, how can you talk to Brother Miao like this, quickly apologize to Brother Miao!" The woman who was still gentle just now had anger on her face at this time, and snorted Luo Cheng lightly.

"Why do you want me to apologize! He was originally dependent on our family!"

A clear sound of "pop" interrupted what he was about to say, the person who beat him was the housekeeper, and the old man looked as usual, and he was not afraid at all after slapping his young master. "The master said, if the young master can't learn to speak, he will fan until you can speak. ”

"You!" Luo Cheng's eyes widened as he touched his face, as if in disbelief.

Uncle Chen, the housekeeper, has always followed Luo Cheng's father to take care of the family's affairs, and is an old man who is not smiling and perfectly fits his father's sternness. Although Uncle Chen has been by his father's side for a long time, in Luo Cheng's cognition, how can a subordinate ride on the master's head!

So he scolded again, "What are you that you beat me!"

As expected, she was slapped again, and distress flashed in the woman's eyes, but she bit her lip and didn't speak. From the moment Uncle Chen appeared, she knew that this matter was tacitly approved by the man in the study upstairs. So whoever says it doesn't use persuasion.

"I'm nothing, but please don't talk like that, young master. Uncle Chen smiled kindly.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Mo Miao's expression was faint, and he elegantly adjusted his cuffs. Since he had sent someone to discipline him, he didn't bother to dirty his hands. He walked away, not caring at all about Luo Cheng's eyes that were about to breathe fire.

Oh, if he starts, it won't be so easy to pass.