Doting on sweet wife for hundreds of millions of years

"Ke Xin." Mo Xie pushed open the door of the room, but unexpectedly saw a person wearing a purple long skirt with a bare back. The moment the door was pushed open, an elegant looking back , followed by a pursed lips and a smile.

Mo Yao was absent-minded for a moment, and regarded her as Su Han, but soon returned to reality, she was Yinglian, with a face very similar to Su Han.

This dress……

"Brother-in-law." Yinglian walked over with a faint smile.

"What are you doing here?" Mo Yu immediately responded indifferently, "Go out, and don't enter this room in the future."

"I... I came in to look in the mirror, but there is such a big mirror in Sister Xin's room." Yinglian explained.

"These are desirable things, you don't deserve to use them." Mo Yan was not polite.

Not only was Yinglian not angry, but she was still smiling and raised her hand lightly to put on his shoulder.

Mo Yao didn't dodge, let her hold her hand, and shot him coldly, even a person with super psychological quality like Ying Lian couldn't help being startled.

Just when her hand was put on, before she could send a wink over her, she suddenly screamed, and her wrist was already grabbed by Mo Yao, and she lifted it up vigorously.

"You hurt me." Yinglian showed pain.

"If you dare to be disrespectful again, be careful and I will kill you." Mo Yan threatened, and then shook her hand away, as if she had just caught something dirty.

"You?" Ying Lian seemed to have heard a ridiculous joke. She was afraid of being caught by Mo Yu again, so she took a step back, "Do you dare? Are you afraid that your wife will hate you? If..." Suddenly she stopped talking Going down, he bumped into Mo Yao, "Brother-in-law, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Almost crying.

Almost at the same time, Mo Yu also heard it. It should be Chu Kexin's footsteps. Due to his cold and arrogant nature, he did not avoid it, but grabbed Yinglian's arm and pushed it back hard.

With a plop, Ying Lian seemed to be pushed out with great force, and hit the table directly, falling to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Chu Kexin was already standing at the door, and when she saw this scene, she looked at Mo Yu in surprise.

Mo Yao was originally a person who didn't like to explain, let alone Ying Lian who he despised the most, so he just snorted coldly, turned around and left.

"Yinglian, how are you?" Chu Kexin hurriedly helped Yinglian up.

"I'm fine." Yinglian waved her hands with a painful expression, forced a wry smile, as if she didn't want to embarrass Chu Kexin.

"He said it's okay, come here, let me take a look." Chu Kexin gently pushed her to sit on the side of the bed, lifted her clothes to see, there was a big red and swollen lump on Yinglian's back, "I'll take the medicine oil for you." People wipe."

Chu Kexin found out the medicated oil and wiped it for her by herself. Seeing such a big red and swollen area, Chu Kexin felt guilty and blamed herself. It was convenient for Yinglian to move here to take care of her, but it hurt her.

"Sister Kexin, I want to go home and get some clothes." Yinglian pursed her lips and looked back with a smile.

"Okay, I'll ask the driver to take you there." Chu Kexin put away the medicinal oil, "How is your recovery?"

"It's alright, it's just that I don't have much strength." Yinglian was weak in all aspects.

"I'll call the driver right away." Chu Kexin got up and went downstairs.

Downstairs in the living room, Mo Yao was sitting on the sofa with a glass of red wine in his hand, seemingly leisurely. A man in a black suit stood in front of him, as if he was listening to his orders. Chu Kexin recognized his name as Meng Cailiang.

"Madam." Meng Cailiang greeted her proactively.

From the moment she came downstairs, Mo Yu had been watching her, as if he was watching her face.

"Are you okay?" Chu Kexin asked.

Meng Liangcai didn't know how to answer, so he looked at Mo Yu.

"Do you have something to do?" Mo Yao slightly stopped shaking the wine glass.

"Yinglian needs to go back to get some clothes, I think..."

"You send her there." Mo Yu instructed Meng Cailiang.

Meng Cailiang hurriedly agreed, Chu Kexin signaled her to wait a moment, turned around and was about to go upstairs to call Yinglian, when she saw Yinglian walking down slowly holding on to the railing.

Yinglian looked at Mo Yao with timid eyes, which made Chu Kexin feel distressed and guilty, and told Meng Cai to take good care of her and sent her to the door.

When he turned around and came back, Mo Xie was still sitting firmly on the sofa, and when he raised his eyebrows to meet Chu Kexin, he put the wine glass on the coffee table, "Do you want to stand up for my sister and ask me why I treated her like that?"

"It seems that you want to explain yourself?" Chu Kexin was confident that he was still hostile to Yinglian.

"Don't you think the dress she is wearing today is very beautiful?" Mo Yan said coldly, leaning on the sofa.

"Yeah, is it still sexy?" Chu Kexin couldn't help but her heart skipped a beat, and the way she looked at Mo Yao became strange.

"You won't doubt that I treat her..." Mo Yi saw something in her eyes.

"Guilty?" Chu Kexin asked bluntly.

"I want to tell you that that dress belongs to Su Han." A sneer appeared on the corner of Mo Yi's lips, "Don't you remember that you brought her back from the hospital, and she is worth a change of clothes?" Did not bring."

"You still keep Su Han's clothes?" Chu Kexin was surprised.

"The guest room that Yinglian lived in was the one that Su Han lived in before." Mo Yi seemed to have something hard to say, "It's been too long, I even forgot about it."

"Is it because of the unrequited love?" Chu Kexin said angrily, then turned and went upstairs.

Is there any more love left?She herself didn't know why she said such a thing, even though Mo Yi repeatedly stated that the relationship between him and Su Han was just a helpless act, and there was no relationship, or it was Su Han's wishful thinking, but Chu Kexin was still very sensitive to that name.

"Yes, I don't have any more love for her." Mo Yi suddenly stood up and shouted at the back of Chu Kexin's leaving, "Just now, I saw her wearing Su Han's clothes Think of it as Su Han." After speaking, he sat back on the sofa angrily.

When Chu Kexin on the stairs heard these words, she immediately became jealous, but she soon knew that this was Mo Yi's aggressive method, to make her take the initiative to distance herself from Yinglian, because Yinglian was so much like Su Han.

At first, Chu Kexin was still thinking about letting Yinglian go back to live when her body fully recovered in a few days, but Mo Yao's words aroused her rebellious psychology, she secretly got angry with him, and insisted on fighting him to the end.

At first, she didn't know that Su Han lived in that room, but now that she knew, Chu Kexin walked in. Although this room has been vacant, it should be cleaned from time to time.

Are these things that Su Han used before his death?It's been five years, is she still the same as before she was alive?When I opened the closet, it was full of high-end clothes, some of which even had labels, obviously I didn't have time to wear them after I bought them.

He took out one casually, although it was five years ago, it still has its own characteristics.

Did Mo Ji buy these for her?Or did you buy it with her?The scene of Mo Ji and Su Han shopping together emerged in his mind.

It's been so long, but she didn't notice it, and even doubted whether Mo Yi often misses Su Han alone in this room.

No, why did he arrange for Yinglian to live here?Could it be that he really regarded her as Su Han, and his rejection of her was only superficial?But just now, she witnessed Mo Yao ruthlessly pushing Yinglian down, so she probably didn't do it on purpose for her to see.

It seemed to be getting more and more chaotic, she couldn't figure it out, she simply stopped thinking about it, Su Han's death was a constant fact, Ying Lian just happened to look like her.

The clothes in his hands were put back into the closet, and he stood there for a long time without leaving.