"The reason why I came overnight is because at noon today, I heard something from my son by chance. I guessed right, he likes you. Xiao Yan, I am willing to use Wanguan's family property in exchange for my son's satisfaction. ”

Mrs. Wen said solemnly.

Mo Jielian was shocked when she heard this.

Mo Yan was overwhelmed with enthusiasm and panicked to break free from Mrs. Wen's hand.

As if she was afraid that Mrs. Wen would pull her again, she simply hid behind Mo Jielian.

"Mrs. Wen, there are a lot of misunderstandings here. I don't think Mr. Wen had time to explain it to you. Mo Yan showed her face from behind her mother and said to Mrs. Wen.

Mo Jielian's previous hesitation was based on a unilateral choice, and now when she heard that the writer confessed to his mother that he liked Mo Yan, how could she hesitate. What kind of father with a complicated marriage history, what kind of wealthy family is as deep as the sea, and what may not be able to end up in the same place, are all not considered.

She only grasped two key words: the writer is serious, and the writer is rich.

It's not that she sees money, she is simply excited that her daughter can live a rich life. She has been a rich person and knows the difference between being rich and not having money!

Mo Jielian grabbed her daughter and pushed her forward: "Stand and talk." ”

Mrs. Wen beckoned with a smile: "Why stand, come, sit down." ”

Mo Yan was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks: "Mrs. Wen, I can't explain it to you clearly, I'll call Mr. Wen and ask him to tell you himself!" ”

Mrs. Wen stretched out her hand to stop Mo Yan. She has that kind of bearing, and it's impossible to ignore the instructions she gives.

"I know. I don't know! So, I'm here to beg you. ”

Beg?

As soon as this word came out, Mo Yan and Mo Jielian were so surprised that they couldn't make a sound.

"That's my own son, I raised him myself, I've watched him for 29 years, how can I not know what kind of character he is? He won't force you, or even dare to pursue you hard. He was used to seeing my cowardice in my relationship, and unconsciously, he became timid. That's why I came to you behind his back! ”

Mo Jielian was obviously deeply moved.

Mo Yan was extremely embarrassed. She can say "no" to Mr. Wen unscrupulously, and it is difficult to categorically refuse to Mrs. Wen in this situation.

Seeing Mo Jielian wiping her tears, Mrs. Wen herself was red-eyed, she hurriedly took out a stack of red books from the large Kun bag and piled them on the small dining table of Mo Jielian's house: "I am a woman, I have never worked in my life, and I am over half a hundred years old, and I don't understand the popularity in society. Because of chanting Buddha, he has given up jewelry for many years. Please don't get me wrong, these real estate certificates I brought are rich and use money to smash people, they are only a small part of my sincerity.

Xiao Yan, if one day, you and the writer achieve a positive result, in the name of the Buddha, I swear that I will definitely be the best mother-in-law in the world, and will not interfere in anything between you and the writer, the writer dares to bully you, I will help you beat him. ”

Mo Jielian was already moved to tears-she was a little moved, so she was deceived by men back then.

Mo Yan had already lowered his head.

It is impossible to say that he is not moved at all, especially when Wang Chengyou's mother has just been a demon.

"Mrs. Wen, I'm ......" Mo Yan raised his head and looked at Mrs. Wen above.

"Don't answer me!" Madame Wen was amazed at how calm that gaze was, she had already read the answer in that gaze one step earlier, "At least don't answer me now." I, I came secretly behind my son's back, and please don't tell him about my visit. ”

Mrs. Wen got up in a panic, took the empty Kun bag, and was about to leave.

"Your stuff." Mo Yan picked up a stack of real estate certificates on the table.

Mo Jielian seemed to have just woken up from shock and emotion at this time, she cooperated with her daughter and grabbed Mrs. Wen: "These must not be done." ”

Mrs. Wen was anxious to say: "Compared with the property that the writer will get, these are really a drop in the bucket and not worth mentioning." It's that I didn't make it clear just now, this has nothing to do with Xiao Yan and whether he is in love with the writer or not, this is simply my personal gratitude to you for bringing you embarrassment! ”

Mo Jielian snatched Mrs. Wen's Kun bag and quickly stuffed the real estate certificate into it: "Sister, fortune is destined." I also hope that the two children can have a happy future, but these thank-you gifts will be waived. Those who have no merit and will lose their lives. ”

Mrs. Wen saw that the Mo family's mother and daughter were determined not to, so she had to take it back and leave in shame. Mo Jielian sent downstairs in one go, saw Mrs. Wen get into the car, and the car drove out of Wangjiadu, before turning around and going home.

Oops, when I went out, I found that she was wearing too much thick.

With a sweat all over her body, Mo Jielian returned to her home. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted at Mo Yan. The call was nothing more than what Mrs. Wen said.

"Oh my God, there really is a tanuki for a prince!"

"Oh my God, I'm a rich daughter!"

"Oh my God, even Mrs. Wen knows that Wenhao likes you!"

"Oh my God, that stack of real estate deeds looks like there are at least six copies!"

"Oh my God, the father of the writer can still have a child at the age of 60!"

"Oh my God......"

The style of painting is getting more and more crooked.

Mo Yan laughed and laughed.

She was still thinking that at 8:20 tomorrow morning, Wang Chengyou would ask him to meet him in the small garden at the entrance of the village downstairs.

"Alright. Mom, Huang Liang is dreaming, wake up. Go to sleep. ”

Mo Jielian reacted, and Fugui sent it to the door, but she and her stupid daughter neither agreed nor asked for it. It's not just a joy in vain.

"I said you stupid girl, why don't you like Wenhao?"

With my own understanding of my mother, when she is angry, her IQ is also spiraling. This is the time when the reasoning is not clear.

"Mom, the client entrusted me with a private job of interior design. I have to go to work. ”

This is the best answer to my mother's questions.

Sure enough, despite all kinds of unwillingness, Mo Jielian still consciously closed her mouth. Not dragging her daughter back is already her subconscious choice.

The Mo family quickly calmed down because of the commotion caused by Mrs. Wen's unexpected visit. Mo Yan held her sleeping baby doll, and after a few rolls, she fell asleep.

Mo Jielian is not as simple-minded as Mo Yan, and she has not yet come out of her strong affection. Send a message to Xixi's mother and ask Xixi's mother how is today? My mother replied: It doesn't seem cheap to live in a cheap house.

Because of the high humidity and lack of light, the tide insects bit her and her Xi Xi with a red rash. Looking shocking, she had to go to the pharmacy and get some anti-inflammatory ointment herself.

Then, because of the ventilation problem - the small room is not air-conditioned, a mouse came in and bit the silk skirt that the writer gave him, and he cried bitterly.

Mo Jielian didn't dislike mice, but she thought that the rat that entered the small black house might be a stray mouse, and it was not as good as the little catfish she raised, so she didn't recommend that her mother put some food on the ground.