I owe you a lifetime of love

"Hey, why don't you talk? Are you dissatisfied with the layout of the room? If you think something is wrong, you can tell me, and I will ask them to change it for you."

Mo Tang's voice was crisp.

Mo Yu shook his head, his voice was indifferent: "No, I'm very satisfied. It's late, I want to sleep, you go out."

The man's indifferent attitude made Mo Tang not feel frustrated at all.

She was filled with joy just thinking of who this man was, and his face made her fascinated.

"Brother Mo Yu, why don't you and I be so polite, have you forgotten? Our wedding will be in three days!"

"Such a thing happened to you not long after we returned to China, but fortunately you woke up before the wedding, and grandpa will take care of the arrangements for us afterwards."

"Grandpa said, my marriage is a big deal, but he has entertained all the upper class people in Haicheng."

As Mo Tang spoke, he moved a little bit to Mo Yu's side.

Mo Yu walked directly to the door and opened the door: "I see."

Mo Tang jumped up, she frowned and complained in dissatisfaction: "What! I said a lot, and you only have these four words? Brother Mo Yu, you are just perfunctory me, are you not Take our marriage as the same thing?"

The man looked indifferent, and his dark and deep eyes seemed to be filled with ice that could not be melted.

He said coldly: "I don't remember anything. If you feel wronged, you don't have to get married."

Upon hearing this, Mo Tang immediately changed his face: "Oh! Who said you won't get married? Brother Mo Yu, don't misunderstand him like this. He has wanted to marry you for many years."

"I finally waited until this day, and I will never miss this opportunity. Brother Mo Yu, I don't feel wronged, I just think we are going to get married, and it's not too much to sleep in the same bed with you, right?"

The girl smiled sweetly, and her voice was unstoppably soft.

But the person standing at the door was unmoved.Where he stood coldly, he was born with an aura that no one could ignore.

"Brother Moyu... If you, if you don't speak, Tangtang will take it as your acquiescence."

Although his eyes were scary, Mo Tang was still not knocked down.

She bit the bullet to keep a smile on her face, and even climbed onto the man's big bed without thinking after she finished speaking.

The two thin white legs under her nightgown were dangling, and when she was tucked into the quilt, the hem of the skirt rolled up to the heels of her legs.

As long as he is a man, no one can resist the temptation of beauty!

She doesn't believe it!

"boom--"

Just as Mo Tang lost his thoughts, the door was slammed.

She lay stiff on the bed for a long time before she could react.

"Brother Mo Yu, beep..."

Mo Tang ran out of bed with bare legs, where is there a man in the corridor?
Mo Tang softly called out the man's name, and finally stood at the door of the guest room.

She turned the handle and the door was locked.

"Brother Mo Yu?"

Next, no matter how much she slammed on the door and called that person's name, that person didn't respond to her as if he had automatically blocked his hearing function.

Mo Tang couldn't pretend anymore, and in the end he almost kicked the door of the room several times in a fit of frustration.

When the foot hurts, I hold my foot and jump up.

"Girl, what are you messing around with?"

In the end, even Grandpa Mo was startled.

Mo Tang stood there with one foot, his little white face was pitifully stained with tears: "Grandpa, is this man's heart really made of iron?"

As someone who has experienced it, Mr. Mo could only sigh repeatedly when he looked at his useless daughter.

"That's all, I think you won't die until the Yellow River. Just make trouble like this, Fu Qingshen is not someone you can get your hands on."

Mo Tang snorted coldly, and finally returned to his room in despair.

She has never seen a man who is colder and harder than Fu Qingshen!
The disturbing noise outside finally stopped, the ears returned to calm, and the night sky outside the window was pitch black.

Tomorrow seems to be a rainy day...

The man fell asleep on the bed, and when he woke up again, his eyes were moist, and his heart ached to the point of suffocation again.

He turned over suddenly, hunched over like a shrimp, with cold sweat on his forehead.

When his cheek touched the pillow, it was cold and wet.

He turned on the light by the bed and saw the mess on the bed clearly.

Pillow full of tears...

His half-open lips were pale and chapped, and he was in a trance, as if he heard someone shouting...

At night, the heart hurts so much that you can't sleep, and you cry until your pillow is wet?

After thinking about it, I found it ridiculous.

He got up a little irritably, and did not take off the hand covering his heart, walked to the window and looked at the night sky.

What is it that deserves him to cry like this?
Why, why is it so sad?
Three days later, the wedding of the little granddaughter of the Mo family was held as scheduled.

This wedding was not planned for a long time, but instead, invitations were sent to the upper class in Haicheng in a hurry as if they were in a hurry.

Summer is a good season.

The weather in Haicheng, which belongs to the north, is neither too hot nor too cold, so it is just right to wear a wedding dress.

The wedding venue was set in a church in the city.

Western-style wedding, there are flower girls, bridesmaids, flowers, arches.

A thick red carpet was spread around the door and into the church.

Mo Tang looked at the man in the white suit, she was almost dazed, and the corner of her mouth biting her finger nymphomaniac couldn't hold back.

Compared to such a hopeless Mo Tang, the elders of Mo's family had a dignified look on their faces, and there was no sign of a happy event in their eyes.

"Tangtang is ignorant, and we grown-ups are also messing around with her. This is considered a big mess. How will it end?" Father Mo asked with a worried face.

Mo's mother was also in a panic: "If I knew we shouldn't go back to China, I would organize their wedding abroad. When the time comes, the raw rice will be cooked. Who can say anything? But now it's getting popular Li really owes it!"

Mr. Mo didn't say a word.

Father Mo really didn't have the courage to offend Mrs. Fu for his daughter, but the current situation is not the result of his step-by-step connivance?
"Dad? Your old man is telling me, what should I do?"

Mother Mo also looked at Mr. Mo.

Mr. Mo was lying on his back on the grand teacher's chair, the crutch in his hand was tapping the white ground lightly.

"What else can I do? Resign to fate, let nature take its course!"

"This..." Father Mo's lips twitched, and he really had nothing to say, so he could only let out a heavy breath in the end.

Mo's mother rubbed her hands in front of her body: "Dad, I heard that Mrs. Fu came to look for someone a few days ago and fainted?"

As soon as this matter was brought up, Mr. Mo felt a dull pain in his heart, what a crime!
"It's okay if you don't say it, but when I say it, my old man really became the scourge of the next eighteen levels of hell!"

The old man's words made the faces of the Mo family and his wife turn red.

"Forget it, we did it for this granddaughter. After all, we owe her something. Let's find a way to make it up in the future."