Mo Yishen twisted his eyebrows: "What's the matter, say it quickly." ”

Qi Yihan snorted displeasedly: "I heard that my uncle held a banquet at home to entertain the eldest lady of the Yan family, how could I be missing?" ”

"What do you want to do?" Mo Yishen listened to her malicious words, and his tone became colder.

Qi Yihan raised his eyebrows disappreciably: "What can I do, I just want to help you refer to the future Mrs. Mo." ”

"Don't mess around with me."

Always afraid of Mo Yi's deep and strong cold aura, Qi Yihan stuck out his tongue: "Okay, I'm going to hang up the phone, remember to come early, bye-bye, Trojan Horse!" ”

There was a busy sound on the other end of the phone, Mo Yishen looked at Yan You who looked out the window, Yihan The girl was pampered and arrogant, and her mouth had no edge, it was estimated that she was coming for Yan You, and she couldn't help but be faintly worried.

When he arrived at the old mansion, before he entered the door, a pink figure flew over like a butterfly and slammed on Mo Yishen's body.

"Brother Yishen, Hanhan misses you so much." Qi Yihan hugged him tightly, threw himself into his arms, and glanced at Yan You defiantly.

Yan You saw her hostility, opened her eyes lightly, and ignored it.

"Stand still." Mo pushed Qi Yihan away with a deep frown, and subconsciously glanced at Yanyou, her indifferent expression was not moved in the slightest.

Qi Yihan stared at her unhappily, with a haughty posture that showed nostrils, and snorted coldly in his heart: What are you pretending, dare to rob me of Brother Shen, see how I fix you.

When she entered the door, the maid told Yan You that Mo Shiwei was waiting for her in the study.

Yan You looked at Mo Yishen, bowed his head to him, and was led to the study by the servant.

There was a knock on the door, and Mo Shiyu put down the brush and looked at Yan You who entered the door, with a loving face: "Youyou, you're here." ”

Yanyou smiled slightly and shouted politely: "Uncle Mo." ”

"Hey, come and sit." Mo Shiyu responded, warmly beckoned her to sit on the sofa, and personally poured a cup of tea for her, which showed that he attached great importance to Yanyou.

Yan You took the tea, took a sip, put down the teacup and looked at Mo Shiji.

Mo Shiwei looked at the beautiful face in front of her, which was almost similar to Han Jing, and was inexplicably sentimental, if she was still alive, she would be very relieved to see her daughter grow into such a slim appearance as she is now.

"Youyou, are you still in the habit of living in Eshen?"

Yan You was stunned, it seems that Mo Yishen did not tell him that he did not move back to the Mo family's villa: "Well, it's okay." ”

Mo Shiyu sighed: "Youyou, I guess you also know the reason why I talked to you alone, although my father and I discussed giving you time to get along and let you get engaged in half a year, the main decision on this marriage is still yours." After a pause, he continued: "I can see that Yishen is not repulsive to you, and I am also conceited that he may have different feelings for you. ”

As soon as Mo Shijian said this, Yan You was stunned, slightly distracted, and Mo Yishen.. He.. For me.. Is it possible?

Mo Shiwei saw her expression in his eyes, and his eyes flashed: "If you are willing, I will naturally be happy, but if you are not willing, Uncle Mo will never impose it on you." ”

Yan You lowered his eyes and nodded, indicating that he understood.

Mo Shiji's chin was satisfied, the corners of his lips were hooked, and his eyes quickly flashed a trace of cunning.

In the end, Mo Shiwei talked about some common words, and asked the maid to prepare the meal.

At the dining table, Yan You obviously noticed a strange atmosphere, and with a casual glance, she understood that Qi Yihan, who was sitting next to Mo Yishen, was staring closely at her every move.

Yan You squinted at this girl of the same age as herself, this guy, since they met, he didn't look at her with normal eyes, swallowed speechlessly, lowered his head and continued to eat.

"Cough", coughing lightly, Mo frowned slightly and stared at Qi Yihan coldly, silently warning her to settle down.

Qi Yihan glared at Yanyou, retracted his eyes in displeasure, and lowered his head in displeasure.

Mo Shiwei pretended not to know about their small actions in private, and the joy blossomed in his heart, and the stinky boy protected Yanyou, it seems that there is still a play.