"Lao Liang, I just said that my father should be filial piety, right? Look at you, you hide him as an enemy, so you let the little fox take advantage of the loophole, and the Liang family's wealth is not known to which person will end up in the hands of whom. Mo Ran taught him earnestly.

Lao Liang touched his chin and looked confused: "Mo Xiaoran, what do you mean? I don't understand, my father is almost eighty years old, which fox spirit can take a fancy to him." ”

On the way back, Mo Ran told him about Chen Meihui.

When the two returned home, Lao Liang sat on the sofa and asked with a serious face: "So, this Xiao Chen is the culprit of your marriage?"

"I can't say that, my marriage was originally a show, I was fascinated, and it wasn't until the actor told me that he didn't want to act, and I realized my stupidity. Mo Ran poured a glass of wine and took a sip and replied abruptly.

"Mo Xiaoran, don't put all the blame on yourself, this is obviously the fault of that pair of scumbags and! Cheer up, it's not a trivial matter to deal with those two scum according to the strength of the two of us?" Lao Liang said indifferently, picked up the cold steak that Mo Ran hadn't eaten on the plate with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, and ate it in a big gulp.

"Uncle, you left without eating? That's what I left, it's cold, don't eat it, I'll get it for you." Mo Ran sighed, put down his wine glass, and went to the kitchen.

After a while, bring out a bowl of steaming noodles and put it on the table.

Lao Liang smiled and bent his eyebrows, took a sip of soup on the table, kept nodding, stretched out his thumb, and praised Mo Ran's craftsmanship.

"It's just a bowl of noodles, don't be so exaggerated, right?" Mo Ran pouted and shook his head.

Lao Liang took a sip of noodle soup, and his expression was even more exaggerated: "Little Moran, this is not just a bowl of noodles, this is the noodles you made, you actually cooked! I think I have been thinking about this meal for many years, and I finally eat it today." ”

Mo Ran felt a little pain in his heart, moved his eyes to the window, and sighed softly, when she lived in Lao Liang's house, she had never been in the kitchen, and when she went into the kitchen to wash a fruit, Lao Liang would follow up and drive her out, and he washed her and brought it out.

At that time, she really thought that she would be a fairy daughter who did not eat fireworks in the world for the rest of her life.

"Mo Xiaoran, you are really a little troublesome in this matter, Chen Meihui's little fox is sweet and can coax people, and it takes less than a week to coax the old man to coax the old man, listen to her everything, what you said is not unreasonable, our Liang family's wealth may fall into the hands of someone in the end." Lao Liang was eating noodles in a hurry, and his tone was a little heavy.

"If you don't honor your father, you have to get retribution, right?" Mo Ran replied to him decadently.

Lao Liang grinned: "Just now it was to ignite your fighting spirit, you took it seriously, in fact, think about it, our grandfather has been fighting for most of his life, which time is not me? ”

"Lao Liang, it's not that I poured cold water on you, you won it all back, that was when Auntie was alive, the correct way to open what you just said should be how to be a mother and fight a child. Mo Ran said.

Lao Liang straightened his eyes and wanted to speak, but his mobile phone rang.

"Mo Xiaoran, help me continue. Lao Liang commanded her.

Mo Ran pressed the speakerphone and threw the phone in front of him, and a man's anxious voice came from inside: "Mr. Liang, there are a few troublemakers at the door of the company, and the security department doesn't know how to deal with it, I want to ask for your opinion." ”

Lao Liang's face instantly turned gloomy, and he said coldly: "Do you want to ask me about this kind of thing?" After speaking, he was about to press his mobile phone.

Mo Ran quickly picked up the phone, and the man's voice came out: "Mr. Liang, these people are a little special, they are Mr. Mo's relatives, and we dare not dispose of them without permission, so I ask for your advice." ”