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barely let herself make a sound, Qiao Weihuan endured Su Shuang's numbness on her legs, and put Lu Xiaoya back in the wheelchair with great effort.

He turned around and was about to pull away, but his arm was grabbed.

Lu Xiaoya grabbed her arm, crying breathlessly, looking like she could faint at any time, looking at her with teary eyes, and muttered: "Miss Qiao, you, can you say good things to the old lady for me......"

Qiao Weihuan showed a compassionate look, and she really didn't know how to describe her mood at this moment.

Lu Xiaoya's words and deeds are no longer within the scope of her understanding, and it is not an exaggeration to summarize it as mentally retarded.

Qiao Weihuan and Mo Xilin canceled their wedding a while ago, and the matter was so big that it would be embarrassing to meet in the future, so naturally it would be rare to see it. And in the final analysis, she and Mo Xilin became like this, and Mrs. Mo had a grudge against her, and they were inseparable from Lu Xiaoya, whether she had a heart or not.

So how did Lu Xiaoya open her mouth and ask her to say good things for an indirect murderer who caused her last relationship to fail?

Lu Xiaoya won't be embarrassed, and she won't think that she is already very magnanimous if she doesn't fall into the well?

Qiao Weihuan took a deep breath of fresh air, and then pulled Lu Xiaoya's hand, trying to make her tone as stable as possible: "Miss Lu, in fact, in this situation, you should choose to go back first." ”

Hard, can't pull.

I'm going to die......

Qiao Weihuan was speechless, but Old Madam Mo suddenly waved her hand, her tone was full of impatience: "Huan girl, don't pay attention to this kind of innocent person." Let's go back upstairs and talk. ”

Lu Xiaoya grabbed her arm tightly, trembling all over. She looked at Qiao Weihuan, and then at Mrs. Mo, the whole person fell into a panic of being isolated and helpless, and the pain was unspeakable.

Qiao Weihuan felt that she might be sick, and this disease might be blamed on her head, so she immediately gritted her teeth, broke off the fingers that Lu Xiaoya grabbed her arm one by one, and then turned around decisively, stayed away from trouble and cherished life, and said to Mrs. Mo as she walked: "Grandma, I think Lu Xiaoya's mood is not very stable, it is better to let her go back to the hospital first." ”

The words fell, and I felt that the corner of my clothes was pulled again.

Qiao Weihuan frowned and turned her head, but found that Lu Xiaoya leaned forward because she was driven by the strength of her walking, and she was falling to the ground crookedly.

Endless!

Qiao Weihuan had a headache, but once again subconsciously reached out to help Lu Xiaoya. It's just that this time Lu Xiaoya seems to be determined to find trouble, her body balance is not maintained, and the plaster on half of her body is heavy, Qiao Weihuan didn't stand it, not only Lu Xiaoya fell, but she also suffered.

The plaster hit the floor with a heavy, muffled thud. Qiao Weihuan hurriedly dragged Lu Xiaoya, half-kneeling on the ground, and heard the sound of the fabric breaking, and suddenly there was a coolness from the outside of the exposed thighs.

Lu Xiaoya's cold tears were scattered on her legs.

"Nonsense!" Old Madam Mo was furious, and scolded Lu Xiaoya loudly: "You do it yourself, don't pull Huan Yatou and suffer with you!" Roll up from the ground! ”

At the same time, a male voice that was not unfamiliar came from the door: "Xiaoya! ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

She straightened up in sorrow and raised her hand to help Lu Xiaoya, but the other party threw herself into her arms and said intermittently: "Qiao, Miss Qiao, I know that the old lady likes you very much, and I also know that you will not forgive me and Xilin, but we really love each other!" Can you, don't blame me, and talk to the old lady? She likes you so much, she'll listen to you......"

…… Is this plot a little wrong?

Qiao Weihuan pushed it away, nor did it comfort, and his expression was very stiff.

Mo Xilin's gloomy gaze swept over Qiao Weihuan and fell on Lu Xiaoya, instantly turning into irrepressible distress. The wind came under his feet, and he pulled Qiao Weihuan away without saying anything, picked Lu Xiaoya up from the ground, and carefully put it back into the wheelchair.

Mo Xilin was about to get up, but Lu Xiaoya cried directly into tears, grabbing his collar and not letting go.

She is like this, always weak, always in need of shelter, never need to think about what kind of trouble and trouble her actions will cause to others.

Qiao Weihuan quietly stood up from the ground, gathered the skirt that had been torn, and found that she couldn't hold it, so she took off her coat without changing her face and tied it around her waist.

Old Madam Mo had no time to care about him, she was so angry by Mo Xilin's upright protective behavior that her heart trembled, and her face turned blue and said: "Xiao Lin, what do you care about this kind of woman!" ”

Mo Xilin frowned and looked back at his own grandmother, his face was cold and firm: "Grandma, Xiaoya is your granddaughter-in-law in the future, not 'this kind of woman'." ”

"Do you remember that I was your grandmother?!" Old Madam Mo's blood pressure jumped upward, slapped the table hard, and pointed her trembling fingers at Lu Xiaoya, "You promised me not to let her enter the door, what are you doing now?!" ”

Mo Xilin pursed his lips, his expression was complicated and difficult to distinguish, and suddenly turned his gaze to Qiao Weihuan's.

Qiao Weihuan's eyelids jumped, and she intuitively didn't want to listen to him. She walked back to Mrs. Mo, who was so angry, held the old lady's arm comfortingly, and said softly: "Grandma, family affairs can only be said in front of the family, now the time is not right, let's go back upstairs first." ”

Old Madam Mo heard something in her words, and suddenly calmed down.

Teaching her grandson this kind of thing needs to be done behind closed doors, Lu Xiaoya, an "outsider", is still there, how can she lose her grandson's face too much.

After figuring out the joints, Old Madam Mo eased her face, and only glared coldly at the woman who was hiding in Mo Xilin's arms for most of her body.

"Hurry up and send her away, I'm upset when I look at it!"

Qiao Weihuan ignored the crying Lu Xiaoya and the ugly Mo Xilin, and helped Mrs. Mo upstairs.

Mo Xilin looked at her thinly dressed back, and hugged Lu Xiaoya's arm and tightened unconsciously.

Lu Xiaoya snorted uncomfortably, and a small hand slowly wrapped around the waist of the man who sheltered him.

Mo Xi came back to his senses, picked up Lu Xiaoya, took a big step steadily, and lowered his gaze, "Grandma hasn't figured it out yet, don't say hello to me next time." ”

The weak man in his arms did not hesitate at all, and whispered.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Qiao Weihuan helped the old lady to the bed, picked up the empty cup on the table, went out to pick up a cup of hot water, and relieved the old lady.

Old Madam Mo's mood was much calmer at this time, she looked at Qiao Weihuan's faint expression, and her face couldn't help but show a little regret.

What a good child, but it's a pity that he can't be his granddaughter-in-law.

Old Madam Mo let out a long sigh, "Girl, even if you and Xiaolin don't get married, I will always be your grandmother, and it is natural for grandma to help you out today, don't be too burdened." ”

Qiao Wei's heart moved, and she gently took the empty water cup handed by the old lady, and said softly: "Grandma, you love me, I know." ”

Dad who has never seen him saw God early, and Qiao's mother only took her back to her side eight years ago, and her mental state is like that, Qiao Weihuan can almost be said to have never tasted the love of her elders, so she cherishes Mrs. Mo's closeness.

It's a pity that many times, if you are not a real blood relative, there is no way to speak without a mustard.

For example, now, Qiao Weihuan really wants to say that it doesn't matter if Old Madam Mo doesn't do it, because she really uses Lu Xiaoya as a passerby, and she doesn't want to be angry with her at all.

But how could Old Madam Mo come to such a show just to be angry for her?

is nothing more than to use her to tell Lu Xiaoya that there is a world of difference between the granddaughter-in-law she chose and Lu Xiaoya.

Sick and weak and healthy, decayed and beautiful.

One is a silk flower that can only survive according to people, and the other is a rose that is both rigid and soft.

Compared with the two, Lu Xiaoya can retreat in the face of difficulties, so she can save a lot of effort, and she will not let the relationship between herself and her grandson deteriorate.

Who knew that Lu Xiaoya was a person with a hole in her brain, and she couldn't see Mrs. Mo's good intentions at all, and she used her tears to catalyze Mo Xilin's love......

Qiao Weihuan gently closed the door, smoothed out her long and somewhat messy hair, and the smile gradually disappeared.

Sometimes, things are seen too clearly, and it is difficult to live an easy life.

went downstairs and walked out of the Mo family's old house, and when I passed by the living room, I didn't look much, but I didn't hear the sound, it seems that Mo Xilin has sent Lu Xiaoya back.

However, when he walked into the courtyard, he saw Moxilin. Holding his coat in one hand, he stood in the green courtyard, his figure a little indescribable.

Qiao Weihuan stopped and spoke first: "Grandma has calmed down, can you go up and see her?" ”

Mo Xilin was shocked, and glanced at her, his gaze was extremely complicated, "Just ...... Have you ever been injured in a fall? ”

Qiao Weihuan looked away, not meeting his gaze, half-bent down, turned in the pocket of his jacket at his waist and said, "No." ”

I just touched the flannel box where the ring was placed, and my body suddenly sank.

Moxilin's coat was put on his body, and his big hands were folded and tucked gently.

Qiao Weihuan was not pretentious, and smiled, "Thank you." ”

Before his hand was taken out of his pocket, he caught a glimpse of Moxilin's lips moving slightly, and hurriedly interrupted him by speaking: "I came to see grandma today, but I didn't expect you to come, just right, I'll put-"

Suddenly, a long car whistle stopped the next words.

The people who live in this place are either rich or expensive, and no one will whistle in the park without heart, and the car outside is deliberate, right?

Qiao Weihuan tilted his head, crossed Mo Xilin, and looked out of the courtyard curiously.

Then, purse your lips.

The window of the Maybach driver's seat rolled down slowly, revealing the man's erect nose and perfectly curved jaw.

The eyes of the night are sealed, and they are deep and silent.

The slender fingers wearing white gloves put on the car door, slowly pushed open, the textured leather shoes fell to the ground, the man's straight trousers, the stand-up collar shirt buttoned to the top, and the dark gray coldness on the body melted into the elegance of asceticism and the strength of restraint.

Qiao Weihuan pinched her eyebrows, and her face was full of vegetables.

She must have been trained to react naturally, otherwise how could she want to grind her teeth when she saw He Zhengxiao?

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barely let herself make a sound, Qiao Weihuan endured Su Shuang's numbness on her legs, and put Lu Xiaoya back in the wheelchair with great effort.

He turned around and was about to pull away, but his arm was grabbed.

Lu Xiaoya grabbed her arm, crying breathlessly, looking like she could faint at any time, looking at her with teary eyes, and muttered: "Miss Qiao, you, can you say good things to the old lady for me......"

Qiao Weihuan showed a compassionate look, and she really didn't know how to describe her mood at this moment.

Lu Xiaoya's words and deeds are no longer within the scope of her understanding, and it is not an exaggeration to summarize it as mentally retarded.

Qiao Weihuan and Mo Xilin canceled their wedding a while ago, and the matter was so big that it would be embarrassing to meet in the future, so naturally it would be rare to see it. And in the final analysis, she and Mo Xilin became like this, and Mrs. Mo had a grudge against her, and they were inseparable from Lu Xiaoya, whether she had a heart or not.

So how did Lu Xiaoya open her mouth and ask her to say good things for an indirect murderer who caused her last relationship to fail?

Lu Xiaoya won't be embarrassed, and she won't think that she is already very magnanimous if she doesn't fall into the well?

Qiao Weihuan took a deep breath of fresh air, and then pulled Lu Xiaoya's hand, trying to make her tone as stable as possible: "Miss Lu, in fact, in this situation, you should choose to go back first." ”

Hard, can't pull.

I'm going to die......

Qiao Weihuan was speechless, but Old Madam Mo suddenly waved her hand, her tone was full of impatience: "Huan girl, don't pay attention to this kind of innocent person." Let's go back upstairs and talk. ”

Lu Xiaoya grabbed her arm tightly, trembling all over. She looked at Qiao Weihuan, and then at Mrs. Mo, the whole person fell into a panic of being isolated and helpless, and the pain was unspeakable.

Qiao Weihuan felt that she might be sick, and this disease might be blamed on her head, so she immediately gritted her teeth, broke off the fingers that Lu Xiaoya grabbed her arm one by one, and then turned around decisively, stayed away from trouble and cherished life, and said to Mrs. Mo as she walked: "Grandma, I think Lu Xiaoya's mood is not very stable, it is better to let her go back to the hospital first." ”

The words fell, and I felt that the corner of my clothes was pulled again.

Qiao Weihuan frowned and turned her head, but found that Lu Xiaoya leaned forward because she was driven by the strength of her walking, and she was falling to the ground crookedly.

Endless!

Qiao Weihuan had a headache, but once again subconsciously reached out to help Lu Xiaoya. It's just that this time Lu Xiaoya seems to be determined to find trouble, her body balance is not maintained, and the plaster on half of her body is heavy, Qiao Weihuan didn't stand it, not only Lu Xiaoya fell, but she also suffered.

The plaster hit the floor with a heavy, muffled thud. Qiao Weihuan hurriedly dragged Lu Xiaoya, half-kneeling on the ground, and heard the sound of the fabric breaking, and suddenly there was a coolness from the outside of the exposed thighs.

Lu Xiaoya's cold tears were scattered on her legs.

"Nonsense!" Old Madam Mo was furious, and scolded Lu Xiaoya loudly: "You do it yourself, don't pull Huan Yatou and suffer with you!" Roll up from the ground! ”

At the same time, a male voice that was not unfamiliar came from the door: "Xiaoya! ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

She straightened up in sorrow and raised her hand to help Lu Xiaoya, but the other party threw herself into her arms and said intermittently: "Qiao, Miss Qiao, I know that the old lady likes you very much, and I also know that you will not forgive me and Xilin, but we really love each other!" Can you, don't blame me, and talk to the old lady? She likes you so much, she'll listen to you......"

…… Is this plot a little wrong?

Qiao Weihuan pushed it away, nor did it comfort, and his expression was very stiff.

Mo Xilin's gloomy gaze swept over Qiao Weihuan and fell on Lu Xiaoya, instantly turning into irrepressible distress. The wind came under his feet, and he pulled Qiao Weihuan away without saying anything, picked Lu Xiaoya up from the ground, and carefully put it back into the wheelchair.

Mo Xilin was about to get up, but Lu Xiaoya cried directly into tears, grabbing his collar and not letting go.

She is like this, always weak, always in need of shelter, never need to think about what kind of trouble and trouble her actions will cause to others.

Qiao Weihuan quietly stood up from the ground, gathered the skirt that had been torn, and found that she couldn't hold it, so she took off her coat without changing her face and tied it around her waist.

Old Madam Mo had no time to care about him, she was so angry by Mo Xilin's upright protective behavior that her heart trembled, and her face turned blue and said: "Xiao Lin, what do you care about this kind of woman!" ”

Mo Xilin frowned and looked back at his own grandmother, his face was cold and firm: "Grandma, Xiaoya is your granddaughter-in-law in the future, not 'this kind of woman'." ”

"Do you remember that I was your grandmother?!" Old Madam Mo's blood pressure jumped upward, slapped the table hard, and pointed her trembling fingers at Lu Xiaoya, "You promised me not to let her enter the door, what are you doing now?!" ”

Mo Xilin pursed his lips, his expression was complicated and difficult to distinguish, and suddenly turned his gaze to Qiao Weihuan's.

Qiao Weihuan's eyelids jumped, and she intuitively didn't want to listen to him. She walked back to Mrs. Mo, who was so angry, held the old lady's arm comfortingly, and said softly: "Grandma, family affairs can only be said in front of the family, now the time is not right, let's go back upstairs first." ”

Old Madam Mo heard something in her words, and suddenly calmed down.

Teaching her grandson this kind of thing needs to be done behind closed doors, Lu Xiaoya, an "outsider", is still there, how can she lose her grandson's face too much.

After figuring out the joints, Old Madam Mo eased her face, and only glared coldly at the woman who was hiding in Mo Xilin's arms for most of her body.

"Hurry up and send her away, I'm upset when I look at it!"

Qiao Weihuan ignored the crying Lu Xiaoya and the ugly Mo Xilin, and helped Mrs. Mo upstairs.

Mo Xilin looked at her thinly dressed back, and hugged Lu Xiaoya's arm and tightened unconsciously.

Lu Xiaoya snorted uncomfortably, and a small hand slowly wrapped around the waist of the man who sheltered him.

Mo Xi came back to his senses, picked up Lu Xiaoya, took a big step steadily, and lowered his gaze, "Grandma hasn't figured it out yet, don't say hello to me next time." ”

The weak man in his arms did not hesitate at all, and whispered.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Qiao Weihuan helped the old lady to the bed, picked up the empty cup on the table, went out to pick up a cup of hot water, and relieved the old lady.

Old Madam Mo's mood was much calmer at this time, she looked at Qiao Weihuan's faint expression, and her face couldn't help but show a little regret.

What a good child, but it's a pity that he can't be his granddaughter-in-law.

Old Madam Mo let out a long sigh, "Girl, even if you and Xiaolin don't get married, I will always be your grandmother, and it is natural for grandma to help you out today, don't be too burdened." ”

Qiao Wei's heart moved, and she gently took the empty water cup handed by the old lady, and said softly: "Grandma, you love me, I know." ”

Dad who has never seen him saw God early, and Qiao's mother only took her back to her side eight years ago, and her mental state is like that, Qiao Weihuan can almost be said to have never tasted the love of her elders, so she cherishes Mrs. Mo's closeness.

It's a pity that many times, if you are not a real blood relative, there is no way to speak without a mustard.

For example, now, Qiao Weihuan really wants to say that it doesn't matter if Old Madam Mo doesn't do it, because she really uses Lu Xiaoya as a passerby, and she doesn't want to be angry with her at all.

But how could Old Madam Mo come to such a show just to be angry for her?

is nothing more than to use her to tell Lu Xiaoya that there is a world of difference between the granddaughter-in-law she chose and Lu Xiaoya.

Sick and weak and healthy, decayed and beautiful.

One is a silk flower that can only survive according to people, and the other is a rose that is both rigid and soft.

Compared with the two, Lu Xiaoya can retreat in the face of difficulties, so she can save a lot of effort, and she will not let the relationship between herself and her grandson deteriorate.

Who knew that Lu Xiaoya was a person with a hole in her brain, and she couldn't see Mrs. Mo's good intentions at all, and she used her tears to catalyze Mo Xilin's love......

Qiao Weihuan gently closed the door, smoothed out her long and somewhat messy hair, and the smile gradually disappeared.

Sometimes, things are seen too clearly, and it is difficult to live an easy life.

went downstairs and walked out of the Mo family's old house, and when I passed by the living room, I didn't look much, but I didn't hear the sound, it seems that Mo Xilin has sent Lu Xiaoya back.

However, when he walked into the courtyard, he saw Moxilin. Holding his coat in one hand, he stood in the green courtyard, his figure a little indescribable.

Qiao Weihuan stopped and spoke first: "Grandma has calmed down, can you go up and see her?" ”

Mo Xilin was shocked, and glanced at her, his gaze was extremely complicated, "Just ...... Have you ever been injured in a fall? ”

Qiao Weihuan looked away, not meeting his gaze, half-bent down, turned in the pocket of his jacket at his waist and said, "No." ”

I just touched the flannel box where the ring was placed, and my body suddenly sank.

Moxilin's coat was put on his body, and his big hands were folded and tucked gently.

Qiao Weihuan was not pretentious, and smiled, "Thank you." ”

Before his hand was taken out of his pocket, he caught a glimpse of Moxilin's lips moving slightly, and hurriedly interrupted him by speaking: "I came to see grandma today, but I didn't expect you to come, just right, I'll put-"

Suddenly, a long car whistle stopped the next words.

The people who live in this place are either rich or expensive, and no one will whistle in the park without heart, and the car outside is deliberate, right?

Qiao Weihuan tilted his head, crossed Mo Xilin, and looked out of the courtyard curiously.

Then, purse your lips.

The window of the Maybach driver's seat rolled down slowly, revealing the man's erect nose and perfectly curved jaw.

The eyes of the night are sealed, and they are deep and silent.

The slender fingers wearing white gloves put on the car door, slowly pushed open, the textured leather shoes fell to the ground, the man's straight trousers, the stand-up collar shirt buttoned to the top, and the dark gray coldness on the body melted into the elegance of asceticism and the strength of restraint.

Qiao Weihuan pinched her eyebrows, and her face was full of vegetables.

She must have been trained to react naturally, otherwise how could she want to grind her teeth when she saw He Zhengxiao?

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