Young Master Mo's Stuttering New Wife

On both sides of the road are people who have already been busy with their lives.

There are breakfast people who have to shout on both sides of the road because of business.

Everyone is working hard for life.

Chen Yi has a large family to support, so she has no time to complain, no time to be sad.

Now that you have chosen everything, you have to bear it.

Come on!
Looking at the people beside him who were not easy, Chen Yi was full of strength.

Continue to face the cold wind.

Although Mrs. Mo hurt her a lot, life had to go on.

It is not easy for everyone, and no one will give up their life because of one thing.

But in the cold wind, the small figure, with bold steps, although thin and thin, forged ahead in this cold wind.

Just like a stubborn child, never give up the pace of progress.

But in a tiny room.

Facing the same problem every day.

The whole family is waiting to go to the bathroom.

This is a problem that every family will have. To be exact, since the Mo family moved here, they will have to stage such a thing tomorrow.

"How are you, old man?"

Mrs. Mo changed from her previous elegant demeanor, clutching her stomach and banging on the door with a pained expression on her face.

But there was no response from inside.

Mr. Mo was still very calm.

Mrs. Mo was still spinning around in the living room anxiously, but the room was still calm.

"Crash..."

Hearing the sound of pumping water, Madam Mo almost rushed into the toilet like an arrow from the string.

"Oh my god, this stinks too!"

A whine followed.

But he still endured the stench and squatted down.

After he came out, Mr. Mo had already cleaned up, and he was still sitting on the sofa as usual.

With a pot of tea and a newspaper, his time began.

Although the teacup is not very expensive, although the tea is not very delicious, but this is his living habit.

Nothing can change it.

But this morning was destined to be restless.

Mrs. Mo rushed to Mr. Mo with disheveled hair, and grabbed his newspaper.

Looking at him angrily.

"What leisure is there to read newspapers and drink tea! Look at the mess this family has become. The sons and sons don't care, and the old ones don't care. Do you really want to live like this for the rest of your life?"

"Why did you go crazy this early in the morning? You ruined your good mood."

Mr. Mo grabbed his newspaper, turned around, and turned his back to Mrs. Mo.

"In a good mood? Your heart is really big! It seems that you really want to live such a life."

Mrs. Mo looked at the old man's back, her face had turned ashen-blue.

"Okay, then go ahead, I've had enough of this life."

"What happened?"

Old Man Mo took off his eyes, obviously impatient.

"What's wrong with me? Where did I suffer from this kind of crime? I have to grab the toilet with you every day. When did I do this? I look like a tigress every day. Do you think this kind of life is good? Look at my hands , have been corroded by water like this, what do you think happened to me?"

Mrs. Mo has always been an elegant person in the eyes of outsiders, and a noble lady in people's eyes.

But now this kind of life has long been unable to satisfy her life.

Although Mr. Mo said that these are all a kind of training, but now she doesn't want to live like this.

She doesn't want to care about experiencing life, she just wants to be manipulated by someone, and she only wants her previous life.

She's tired of everything now,
"I didn't say..."

"Don't tell me to experience life, I have already experienced it. I don't want this kind of life anymore!"

He sat down on the sofa, but quickly jumped up again.

Pick up the stinky sock that was left on the couch.

"Ah! Mo Yuhan!"

Madam Mo was almost furious now.

What she can't stand the most is smelly socks flying around.

She was already angry, but now the smelly socks are definitely her last defense.

But Mo Yuhan challenged her bottom line again and again.

It finally exploded.

Throwing the stinky socks aside, Mrs. Mo strode to Mo Yuhan's room.

"Mo Yuhan, come out for me, don't hide in there for me."

Madam Mo's anger seemed to blow the roof off.

Mo Yuhan has been in the house all day and night, no one knows what he is doing?
He also didn't eat all day, but he always kept silent.

I thought that the company was taken away, and I was in a bad mood. It must take time to digest.

But it has been gone for so long.

And because he angered Mrs. Mo, who would care about him!
"pat-"

Mrs. Mo's hand was still frozen in the air, but she didn't expect Mo Yuhan to open the door so easily.

No matter how they called yesterday, they would not come out.

But that's not the point.

Mrs. Mo walked into the room with an angry expression on her face.

"Mo Yuhan, what's the matter with you, why are you throwing these things everywhere. You..."

Usually not so sloppy.

But the curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and the room was pitch-black, and no one could be seen at all.

Mo Yuhan also stared at his messy hair and hid under the blanket again.

Although the weather is already warm, the tools for heating here still rely on quilts.

And the house was a mess.

"you……"

Mrs. Mo was furious.

And the oppressive environment in the room made her a little uncomfortable.

Then he walked to the window angrily and drew the curtains aside.

All of a sudden, sunlight shone through the glass into the room.

The room looked even messier because of the light, and the sudden light made Mo Yuhan uncomfortable.

He quickly hid under the quilt.

But how could Mrs. Mo let him succeed.

He snatched his quilt, leaving Mo Yuhan nowhere to hide.

"Look at you, what do you look like now, how can you still look like a president?"

"I'm not the president anymore, not anymore!"

Being disturbed early in the morning, Mo Yuhan was already angry, but Mrs. Mo's words aroused guilt in his heart.

In the end, it directly evolved into a rage.

"What are you doing! Why are you so loud? Every one of us is running around for our lives. Why do you stay at home like nothing happened? Do you want to live a life like this?"

Mrs. Mo looked like she hated iron for being weak.

The tone is naturally a bit harsh.

But these words pierced Mo Yuhan's heart like a sharp knife.

"What's wrong with me like this, I just can't do anything, I'm a prodigal, I'm a loser, what's wrong?"

But these words had no effect on Mo Yuhan.

He pulled up the sheet beside him and rolled onto the bed again.

The dirty and messy environment around him can't affect him at all.