Before Su Xiaomi could delve into what Mo Beixiao's words meant, she had already pushed the door in, "Madam, Mr. asked me to send you back to the old mansion." ”

Helpless, Su Xiaomi had no choice but to hang up the phone and leave strictly.

Along the way, Yan Yan's brows were tightly locked, and Su Xiaomi wanted to talk to him several times, but it turned into a cold scene.

She could see with the naked eye that strict emotions were very bad.

Mo Beixiao's mood on the phone just now was very bad.

Why?

Shouldn't it be a joy that someone in the family has returned?

With this question in mind, Su Xiaomi arrived at the Mo family's old house.

The living room of the old mansion was full of people.

On the left hand side sat the family's eldest uncle, second uncle, aunt and aunt, and on the right hand side, Jiang Yinian Mo Beixiao Mobai, and Mo Qingyu, who usually did not appear at all.

And on the main seat, sitting is the old man Mo, and there is a young woman.

When she saw Mo Nansheng for the first time, Su Xiaomi was almost shocked.

Mo Nansheng was eighteen years old when he had an accident, and now ten years have passed.

The twenty-eight-year-old woman seemed to be frozen with age, whether it was the tightness of her skin or the brightness of her eyes, it was exactly the same as the photo of her eighteen-year-old.

If it weren't for the twenty-eight-year-old Mo Nansheng, Su Xiaomi would even suspect that this was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl!

She was even wearing the white dress in the 18-year-old photo, and she looked as if she had come out of that photo.

Seeing that Su Mi was staring at Mo Nansheng in a daze as soon as she entered the door, Jiang Yinian hurriedly got up and pulled Su Mi over, "Don't look at her like that, this woman has a bad temper, be careful that she beats you!" ”

Su Xiaomi: "......"

She didn't make a mistake, so why hit her?

However, she still obediently followed Jiang Yinian to sit at the very edge of the living room.

"God opens his eyes, our family's genius girl Nan Sheng is not only not dead, but also back intact!"

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Old Man Mo coughed lightly and said, "Just now Nan Sheng told me about her experience in Europe in the past ten years, it is really a life of nine deaths!" ”

"But it's good to be back, it's good to be back!"

As he spoke, Old Man Mo pointed to Su Xiaomi, who was sitting in the corner, "Nan Sheng, in the past ten years since you were away, there has been no change in the people in the family, and the only change is this." ”

"This is Beixiao's wife, Su Xiaomi!"

Hearing that her grandfather had called her name, Su Xiaomi hurriedly stood up and greeted Mo Nansheng with a smile, "Hello sister." ”

"Hello."

The corners of Mo Nansheng's lips had an evil smile, and his eyes turned lightly on Su Xiaomi, "You look so cute, I didn't expect Beixiao to be so blessed." ”

"I think this brother and sister are very good, but they are too far away, are you afraid of me?"

"I'm not a bad person, can you come and let me have a look?"

Su Xiaomi pursed her lips and subconsciously stood up and wanted to go over.

"No need, there will be time to see it in the future, and now that everyone is here, it is important to talk about business."

As soon as Su Xiaomi took a step out, Mo Beixiao opened his mouth coldly.

As soon as he said this, Old Man Mo frowned, "Beixiao, how can you speak?" ”

"When we get together as a family, we are supposed to catch up on the old days, what is there to talk about?"

"The eldest sister is like a mother, your sister has taken care of you for so many years, and now that you have married a wife, she must take a good look!"

After speaking, the old man glanced at Su Xiaomi with a smile, "Come here, let my sister take a good look at you." ”

Although Su Xiaomi knew that Mo Beixiao had his concerns, now that the family was reunited, it was not easy for her to directly refuse the request of her elders when she met his sister for the first time.

So, she glanced at Mo Beixiao, and walked over with her legs raised.

"It's so cute."

Mo Nansheng smiled strangely and gave way to the sofa to make a place, "Sit here." ”

Su Xiaomi said thank you and sat down.

"Beixiao is really blessed to have cultivated for eight lifetimes, and he can marry a wife like you."

Mo Nansheng stretched out his hand and held Su Xiaomi's hand, his nails gently sliding on Su Xiaomi's palm.

A sharp stinging pain came from the palm of his hand.

Su Xiaomi frowned fiercely, and her intuition told her that there were needles hidden in Mo Nansheng's fingernails!