The relationship between father and daughter has always been very good, and Mo Minghui never interfered with his daughter's decision, including her starting a business in Xihai, Mo Minghui secretly used some of his connections to help his daughter, of course, his wife and son didn't know all this.

Mo Ziyun told Mo Minghui that the sky-high bodyguard she hired was not simple, and she also said that Ye Hao punched Shen Feilong and slapped Long Jiahao. He was not familiar with Shen Feilong, but Long Jiahao was too familiar.

Mo Minghui understood the truth after a little analysis, it is by no means a fool to be able to get his daughter's salary of one million annual salary, since he is not a fool, he dares to beat Long Jiahao, which means that he has this ability. Therefore, he decided to come and meet Ye Hao in person.

"There is no sect, there is no sect, the master is a wandering Chinese medicine practitioner, but it is just a small skill of carving insects." Ye Hao said lightly.

Mo Minghui smiled implicitly: "Mr. Ye is modest, I don't know if I can ask Mr. Ye to take a look at my eldest son, he had a serious illness when he was a child, and then his brain was not very good, the doctor said that it was a nervous disorder, and he had found many experts over the years, and even Professor Qian said that it was an incurable disease." ”

Speaking of this, Mo Minghui drank a cup of himself, and his face showed pain: "In my life, the most indebted thing is my eldest son, and Xiaoyun. ”

Ye Hao was silent for a while, then raised his head and said, "If it's convenient, I can take a look, and only after reading it will I know if there is a way." ”

Hearing this, Mo Minghui's face showed gratitude, and he raised his glass again to toast Ye Hao: "Okay, I'll go back and tell Xiaoyun that you can stay for two more days before leaving." Tomorrow my father's birthday, there will be some guests at home, please forgive Mr. Ye for any neglect. ”

On the other side, in the restaurant on the first floor of the attic in the middle, there was a circle of people sitting at the delicate and simple Eight Immortals table, and sitting on the main seat was an old man wearing a black Tang costume with white hair but a good mental outlook.

He is the master of the Mo family, Mo Wu Nan.

"Xiaoyun, I heard Ziming say that you are going to sleep in the small bungalow in the back tonight?" Mo Lao had almost eaten, put down his chopsticks and looked at Mo Ziyun on his right. Although he had a smile on his face, there was still a majesty in his eyes.

Mo Ziming hurriedly snorted coldly: "Grandpa, what do you think she looks like now?" rejected his family for the sake of a strange man, and embarrassed Jiahao in public. If it weren't for Jiahao's large energy, it is estimated that he would have died of anger. ”

Long Jiahao, who was sitting on the side, hurriedly waved his hand and smiled, glanced at Mo Ziyun with a gentle face, and said to Mo Lao: "Grandpa Mo, in the future, we will all be my own family, this is all a trivial matter, it doesn't matter." ”

Mo Lao nodded, and said to Mo Ziyun with a hint of sternness in his tone: "Xiaoyun, your father's opinions and I can be consistent, but there is one thing, before you get married, you must not insult the reputation of the Mo family, do you understand?" ”

Mo Ziyun had food in her mouth, and she was extremely aggrieved, but she didn't dare to refute her grandfather's words, she just nodded silently.

Ye Hao and Mo Minghui were late for a meal until more than nine o'clock in the evening, Mo Minghui was already slightly drunk, and he was pushed out of the private room. Ye Hao came out of the welcome pavilion and walked along the cobblestone path, eating too much to digest it.

Although the mountain is full of trees, it is lit up by the roadside at night, making it very quiet. Ye Hao walked to a small pavilion, sat down, and lit a cigarette.

At this time, a figure walked towards this side, Ye Hao looked up, and saw the fat chef Lao Yan walking quickly towards this side.

"Mr. Ye, rest here, I didn't bother you." Lao Yan walked into the pavilion and looked much more enthusiastic.

Ye Hao smiled and waved his hand, and at the same time handed over a Chinese cigarette to Lao Yan: "You came out to be lazy, right?" ”

"Ouch, don't talk about it, I cut a big pot of potatoes, and my old waist is about to break. Those people didn't know how to do it, so I had to do it myself. Lao Yan took the cigarette and smiled a little boastfully.

Lao Yan and Ye Hao were swallowing clouds and fog in the small pavilion, and they didn't seem to have anything to talk about. When Lao Yan was about to finish a cigarette, he hesitated again and again, and asked Ye Hao, "Mr. Ye, I heard that Mr. Mo said that he wanted to ask you to see the eldest young master?" ”

"yes, what's wrong?" Ye Hao was a little surprised, how did this Lao Yan know, could it be that he was eavesdropping outside the private room before?

If so, then this Mo family is a little terrifying.

Seeing Ye Hao's suspicious eyes, Lao Yan hurriedly waved his hand: "Mr. Ye, don't get me wrong, I overheard it when I was passing by your private room before. ”

"But I still have to remind you, the eldest young master's illness can't be cured, don't offend people." Lao Yan leaned closer and lowered his voice, his eyes still glancing around when he spoke.

Ye Hao frowned: "Offending people? How so? ”

Seeing Ye Hao chasing after him, Lao Yan was uncomfortable again, he lowered his voice and said: "I heard an old gardener here say that the eldest young master's illness is man-made, anyway, it's quite complicated, just like the drama on TV, the wealthy family is as deep as the sea." ”

"Mr. Ye, I see that you are a good person, and you have a big belly, so I came over to take a mouthful, don't say that I told you this, after all, Old Man Mo is good to me."

Ye Hao pondered, then nodded.

"Come on, it's getting late, I still have to go and prepare a meal. Tomorrow, many nobles will come to congratulate the old man on his birthday, and some of them have been busy in the past two days, and they have returned to see Mr. Ye. After Lao Yan finished speaking, he got up and walked outside, and disappeared after a while.

In the early morning of the next day, Ye Hao got up early for morning training, and the Mo family didn't get up yet, but the people living in the small bungalow were busy. According to Mo Minghui, the old man didn't let too many people come to pay his respects, and it is estimated that there are only four or five tables.

But the guests at these four or five tables are all wealthy businessmen and magnates from all over the three provinces south of the Yangtze River, powerful military and political powers, and some cultural and artistic leaders. In Lao Yan's words, these guests can only look at them with their necks tilted.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Chen Xian, who was wearing a red cheongsam, stood under the welcome attic with Mo Ziming and Mo Ziyun.

There was also a middle-aged man wearing glasses who was also standing next to the three of them, looking two points similar to Mo Minghui.

Ye Hao had nothing to do, sitting outside the small pavilion, Lao Yan got him a fishing rod, and was sitting quietly fishing alone.

As time passed, the guests outside entered the gate of the villa one after another, and Mo Ziyun and the others were also busy, constantly greeting the people who came outside, and then introducing the welcome pavilion.

There are also people walking into the forest garden next to the small pond, there are young men and women and middle-aged people, they are also wearing gold and silver, and their temperament is extraordinary. They walked around and chatted about national affairs.

Some people also noticed Ye Hao, who was sitting quietly fishing not far away, and some people came over curiously to take a few looks, and walked away when they didn't know him.

This is a good opportunity for Mo Lao to pay his birthday and make friends. Connections, in this society, often determine the fate of a person or a company.

After a while, the crowd behind him was in a commotion, and some people looked at the welcome pavilion outside. Some people also exclaimed: "Yanjing Shen family is here, my God, it is said that Shen Muqing, who is still famous all over the world, has come to pay tribute to Mo Lao, let's go, go and see." ”

Shen Muqing!

Ye Hao's eyes suddenly burst out with a fine light, but it was fleeting, and the garden that was still lively just now suddenly became extremely deserted.

North Muqing, South Ziyun, East Mengyao, West Feiyan, four beauties who are famous all over the world, gathered two of them at once today, how can they not be shocking and exciting?

What's more, Shen Muqing is still the head of the four beauties, and many powerful people in the three provinces south of the Yangtze River only hear her name and don't see her person.

If you can get in touch with Shen Muqing, maybe you will be able to soar from now on!