Mo Shao's little ancestor is quite arrogant

Mo Ziye was playing games in the room, and Lin Yin pushed the door to go in, a bit resentful that iron can't be made into steel.

"Mo Jingchen will be back soon, you still have the mood to play games."

Mo Ziye was wearing a headset, staring at the computer screen without paying attention.

"Come back and come back!"

"Who knows what your dad is going to say to him again, can't you have some snacks? I'm so mad."

Every time she faced Mo Ziye's attitude, Lin Yin felt that her work was wasted alone.

Mo Ziye didn't cooperate at all, which always made her very angry.

"No matter what he says, if he wants to whisper something to his precious son, why don't you have the cheek to go over and eavesdrop?" Mo Ziye muttered disdainfully.

Lin Yin is not as generous as Mo Ziye, she is Mo Linwei's wife, why should Mo Jingchen's illegitimate son enjoy exclusive favor.

"Then why did you choose to call him back at this time today?"

"Hehe!" Mo Ziye smiled sarcastically, "It's a great reunion during the Chinese New Year. I just found my beloved son, so why not ask him to come over for the reunion dinner?"

Seeing that Mo Ziye could still laugh, Lin Yin was speechless.

I could only sigh sadly inwardly, "I knew you were so disappointing, and I didn't engage in such a stalemate with your father back then, and now he treats me differently than before."

After listening, Mo Ziye put down the headset and exited the game.

Hugging Lin Yin, who was in a depressed mood, coaxing in a low voice: "No matter what, your relationship with him will never get better. You might as well treat me better. I can still love you more."

"Pfft..." Lin Yin laughed amusedly at Mo Ziye's words, and she was in a much better mood, and said angrily, "You'll be talkative."

"It's not talkative, it's the truth, don't I love you more than him?"

Lin Yin sighed in her heart, isn't it? It's not that her son loves her more than her husband.

Thinking of Mo Linwei's indifference towards her, Lin Yin felt very depressed.

However, fortunately, her son is more caring. Except for the fact that she is too unmotivated in fighting for property and the power of the Mo family, she is very satisfied with other aspects.

He patted Mo Ziye's shoulder helplessly, "Son, you really can't understand my mother's painstaking efforts, and you will never understand the worries in my heart."

"I understand." With a smile on his face, Mo Ziye continued to comfort him: "You, don't worry about it. I will handle all these things in the future. You only need to be responsible for being happy every day."

"Ugh!"

Lin Yin just sighed and said nothing.

Mo Jingchen wanted to go out, Zhuo Han was not happy.

"Where are you going? I'm going too."

Mo Jingchen held the car keys, "I'll go to Mo's house."

"Why are you going there? I thought you were going to find Lan Xi!"

If it was to go to Su Menglai's house, he would also like to go. It's too boring to be at home by himself, it's more interesting to tease others, especially Su Menglai, he is used to chatting with Su Menglai now.

Mo Jingchen cast a glance at him, "If you want to find someone, go by yourself."

Zhuo Han blinked, then waved his hand abruptly, "No need, you go, go and do your own thing, I'll go out and have fun later."

"up to you."

"By the way, where is that boy Song Wei? Let him accompany me!"

"He has his own things to do, not as busy as you."

"Okay, okay, it seems that I can't take him out to hang out together, it's a pity."

Hearing these words, Zhuo Han didn't seem to be in a bad mood, so Mo Jingchen ignored him and went out with the car keys.

The villa is a little far from Mo's house, and it takes about half an hour to drive.

When he arrived, Mo Linwei was alone in the hall, not even the servants.

Seeing Mo Jingchen coming in, Mo Linwei immediately stood up happily to greet him, "You're back."

Mo Jingchen's eyes were as cold as ice, "Where are the things?"

He came here for what Mo Linwei said was his mother's relic, and Mo Linwei already knew that Mo Jingchen's attitude towards him was not much better.

Even if I wanted to say something, I knew it was meaningless, so I simply gave up struggling.

With a deep and low voice, he said, "Follow me to the study!"

The study is on the second floor, a very large one.

The Chinese-style wall bookshelves are displayed in an antique style, with a sense of age, as if they have collected books from ancient times to the present, and they are particularly complete.

Mo Linwei sat at the desk with a gloomy expression.

"I heard you were injured? Are you feeling better now?"

He cared about Mo Jingchen's body, but what Mo Jingchen heard was extremely hypocritical.

Therefore, there are no words to answer.

Mo Linwei also knew that he would not get a good response from Mo Jingchen, so he continued: "Today is New Year's Eve, your grandfather is gone, and the house is a mess. I really want to have a reunion with you." Spring Festival, but I know you don't want to."

Mo Jingchen sat across from Mo Linwei, not saying a word.

"So, I can only use this way to let you come back to accompany me."

"Say the point!"

After all, Mo Jingchen urged in a cold voice, he didn't want to hear these unnecessary words from Mo Linwei anymore.

The study room is large, but it is very cold at the moment.

The voices of the two talking could even be heard quietly in the study.

Mo Linwei unlocked the drawer, and took out a rectangular wooden box from inside. A small combination lock was hung on the wooden box.

He pushed the box to Mo Jingchen, "The password is your mother's birthday."

Birthday……

Mo Jingchen stroked the wood grain pattern on the surface of the wooden box with his fingers, his handsome face downcast.

After a moment of silence, he scrolled through the numbers on the small combination lock.

1017!

It's really open.

The wooden box is not small, but the things inside only occupy the middle part of the wooden box, wrapped in red cloth and placed there.

Mo Jingchen picked it up and lifted the red cloth, and there was a golden bracelet in the middle.

Mo Linwei said: "Your mother and I were planning to get married. This is her dowry. It is said that it was passed down to her from her natal family."

Mo Jingchen squeezed the bracelet tightly, his thin lips formed a sharp arc.

"I know that you have a good relationship with Mayor Su's niece, so I thought of taking this opportunity to give it to you. Otherwise, it would not be good if the bracelet was broken in your mother's hands."

Mo Linwei observed Mo Jingchen's face, his tone was cautious, afraid that what he said would offend Mo Jingchen.

"If you really marry her in the future, you can hand this over to her, and it can be regarded as being passed down to your generation."

If it wasn't his mistake at the beginning, if he married Mo Jingchen's mother, he would definitely have another daughter, so that the inheritance could be passed on to his daughter. Now, it can only be passed on to his future daughter-in-law.

After Mo Jingchen heard this, he didn't say anything and put the things away again.

Standing up, he said, "This is the only right decision you made."