Anger looked at Yan You's puffing cute appearance, and his heart was soft.

"Okay, after drinking the porridge, I'll take you somewhere to relax." Aang laughed.

The Office of the President of the Moshi Group

"You bastard, you know how hard it took me to get Lao Yan to agree to this marriage, originally Youyou was still young, this matter is not urgent, I put down my face and let Lao Yan persuade Youyou to return to China, you are good, it's only been a few days, and you are angry, I said why don't you look at your own virtue, you are about to jump three, and you don't know if you are in a hurry?" Mo Shiji's face turned red angrily, and he scolded the painless person on the sofa fiercely.

"Dad, what you said is too exaggerated, I will be three or four years old." Mo Yi tugged at his tie and frowned.

"Don't talk to me, you kid, you marry you, it's a blessing that you have cultivated for eight hundred lifetimes, you still think you are something, if you want me to say, you are not worthy of others."

Mo Yi lit a cigarette in deep depression and took a hard puff, his heart was very irritable, seeing his old man trembling angrily, knowing that his heart had never been good, he didn't dare to say a word again, but he had never seen Lao Tzu who belittled his son so much.

"I'll put my words here today, if you don't want to make me angry, you hurry up and coax Youyou back for me, if you are still so immortal, I don't mind the engagement banquet in half a year." Mo Shizhen breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Mo Yishen.

He obviously felt that Mo Yishen was not as repulsive about marriage as he was at the beginning, but this son was so thoughtful that even he, a father, couldn't see what he was thinking.

Although he kept saying that the marriage contract was a foregone conclusion, in fact, the decision rested with Yan You, if the two were really fated to be inseparable, he and the old man of the Yan family would not force Yan You.

Mo Shiyu sighed helplessly, remembering Yan You's mother's deathbed explanation, his eyes gradually became wet.

Mo Yishen looked at the fine silver light under his father's eyes, and a complex light flashed under his eyes.

"Okay, Dad, don't worry about it, I'll get her back." Mo Yishen comforted, but there was a firmness in his tone that even he didn't notice.

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The warm breeze of April gently kisses people's faces, the country roads are filled with the smell of grass, the ethereal chirping of birds and the melodious ringing of bicycles compose a beautiful music, and the wisps of white clouds float in the endless blue sky, everything is so beautiful.

Yanyou rode a bicycle briskly, looked back at Ange, who was also riding a bicycle and followed closely, and said with a smile: "Ange, the air here is good, the environment is beautiful, and it is the most suitable for walking. ”

Aang smiled with relief, he knew that this girl liked it here, and it was not in vain that he had been looking for so long.

Soon, the two pushed their bicycles to an idyllic cottage.

Entering the house, Yan You opened the curtains, and the afternoon sun shone in through the window, making people want to sleep.

"It's so comfortable, I'm a little sleepy." Yanyou closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun.

"Look at you, the ones with heavy dark circles are about to become panda relatives." Aang laughed.

"Panda relatives?"

"Well, it's an owl." Anger nodded solemnly.

"Nasty, am I that ugly?" Yan You casually picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it over, displeased.

"Seriously, you can rest well in the afternoon, and everything is arranged by me at night." Anger suddenly straightened up.

Yan You paused, then nodded in agreement.

Aang walked in, smiling and touching her head, his eyes full of pity.