The spring breeze is not as long as your love

Su Mowan hid to the side, but Mo Jinghao was in vain.

The man became impatient, and said contemptuously: "What are you pretending to be innocent? Didn't you sleep with many men when you were working in Shen's? I am much stronger than those potbellied bosses?

Besides, Mo Chenxiao is a cripple, his health is not very good, and he will not live for a few years.When the old man dies, one-third of the Mo family's property will be mine. It's better for you to follow me than to be a widow! "

As he said that, he suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Su Mowan's wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

"My dear, try it with my brother, I promise to make you feel like a fairy, and you will have endless aftertaste..."

Mo Jinghao pouted and kissed Su Mowan on the face.

But before his mouth touched her, Su Mowan grabbed the tablet on the table and slammed it hard at Mo Jinghao's head.

"Ah!" Mo Jinghao screamed, staggering back two steps.

He reached out to cover his head, but his hand was bright red.

Looking at the blood on his hands, Mo Jinghao was startled and angry: "You damn girl, how dare you smash my head!"

Su Mowan's eyes were cold, and he said neither humble nor overbearing: "This is just a warning, if you dare to bully me next time, your life will be interrupted!"

After finishing speaking, she got up and left without waiting for Mo Jinghao's answer.

Behind him, Mo Jinghao screamed in pain, and cursed: "You wait for me, there will always be a time when you cry and beg me...Come here, I'm hurt!"

Su Mowan seemed to be unable to hear anything, and walked faster and faster.

The servant rushed over after hearing the news, and saw the fourth young master's head was covered with blood, and exclaimed again and again...

As soon as she walked back to the lobby of the villa, she met Mo Ziyao, the eldest daughter of the Mo family.

Mo Ziyao is the daughter of the Dafang family. She has been spoiled by rich clothes and fine food since she was a child, so her personality is inevitably a bit willful and arrogant.

She blocked Su Mowan's way at once: "Stop!"

Su Mowan stopped in his tracks and looked at her lightly.

Mo Ziyao looked her up and down with a domineering attitude.

"I heard from the servant that you beat my fourth brother? Heh, you're so brave. You beat up my mother and the young master of the Mo family. Who do you think you are? You really think that Mo Chenxiao likes you, that you are Mo Mrs. President?

Let me tell you, the person Mo Chenxiao likes is Sister Yurou. Mo Chenxiao just regards you as a temporary substitute for Sister Yurou. When Sister Yurou comes back, you will be nothing! "

Su Mowan didn't bother to talk to her, and said indifferently: "Have you finished talking, get out when you're done talking!"

As he spoke, he planned to bypass Mo Ziyao.

Being ignored, Mo Ziyao suddenly became angry from embarrassment: "You bumpkin, I will make you stop!"

Then he went to tear Su Mowan's clothes.

As soon as he touched Su Mowan's arm, Su Mowan pinched the acupuncture points on her wrist with his backhand.

Mo Ziyao only felt a sore pain from her wrist, and the whole arm was as painful as if it had been removed.

"You...let me go, Su Mowan, you savage village woman! You killed someone, Su Mowan killed... ah..."

Su Mowan's pupils shrank, and the strength in his hand suddenly increased.

Mo Ziyao's whole body trembled, the pain was so painful that she could hardly make a sound, cold sweat dripped from her forehead: "Put...hand..."

Su Mowan said coldly: "Do you still dare to talk nonsense?"

Mo Ziyao struggled with her facial features in pain, and shook her head again and again: "No...don't dare...I'm sorry..."

Su Mowan didn't want to make matters worse, so he let go of his hand, gave her a cold look, and was about to go upstairs.

Mo Ziyao looked at her back, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

She suddenly stretched out her hand, and suddenly pushed it to the floor-standing blue and white porcelain vase beside it.

There was a loud bang and the vase shattered.

Su Mowan turned her head suddenly, and the place where the vase was broken was right at her feet.

If she took a step slower, the vase was about to fall on her.

Su Mowan's eyes turned cold, and he looked at Mo Ziyao in front of him sternly.

The corners of Mo Ziyao's lips curved into a calculated smile, and she suddenly shouted towards the door: "Oh my god! Third sister-in-law, how could you smash grandpa's favorite vase!"

The people in the villa rushed over after hearing the words.

Seeing the vase on the ground, the servant couldn't help but gasped: "My God, it's really the old man's favorite vase that broke."

"This blue and white porcelain vase seems to be an antique from the Qing Dynasty, worth several million!"

"It's over now, the old man will be furious."

"It's none of our business, it was the Third Young Mistress who broke it!"

Mrs. Mo rushed over when she heard the sound, and almost fainted when she saw the broken vase.

She sternly said, "Who did it?"

Afraid of being blamed, the servants pointed at Su Mowan one after another.

A smug look flashed in Mo Ziyao's eyes, but she said with a look of horror on her face, "Grandma, it was Su Mowan who broke it. She felt that we wronged her yesterday, so she purposely used the vase to vent her anger."

"What?" Mrs. Mo looked at Su Mowan, "Is that so?"

The eldest aunt also rushed over and said, "Mo Wan, if you have any dissatisfaction, just say it out, why take your anger out on these dead things, even if the Mo family has money, they can't afford to be spoiled like this by you!"

Su Mowan said calmly, "I didn't break the vase."

Mo Ziyao said: "She lied, she broke the vase on purpose, the servants all saw it, don't you think so?"

Among the juniors of the Mo family, there are four young masters, and only Mo Ziyao, who is so rich, is usually extremely pampered.

None of the servants dared to disobey her, they bowed their heads one after another, and everyone dared to deny it.

Mrs. Mo originally thought that Su Mowan was not worthy of the Mo family's family status, so she finally changed her opinion a little bit, but her brutal and rude behavior really made her a little intolerable.

Mrs. Mo said: "Mo Wan, Chen Xiao was punished for you last night, do you think the lesson is not enough?"

Mo Ziyao stepped forward and said, "Grandma, she has gone too far, you must not let her go lightly."

She wants to avenge yesterday for her mother!Let's see who can get punished for her today!

Su Mowan looked at the undisguised pride on Mo Ziyao's face, narrowed her eyes and said, "Miss Mo, may I ask which hand did I use to push the vase? Did you push the vase down?"

Mo Ziyao didn't expect Su Mo to ask such a question, so she hurriedly said, "You pushed it with your right hand, at the neck of the vase, and pushed the vase down."

"Hehe," Su Mowan chuckled, and suddenly stretched out his hand to push her violently, "Is that how you push?"

Mo Ziyao was caught off guard and was pushed staggeringly, staggering back two steps.

She said angrily: "Su Mowan, what are you doing, you dare to do it in front of grandma, don't you?"

Su Mowan said quietly: "Grandma, did you see that, if I knocked down the vase, the vase should fall towards the opposite side, or to one side, instead of falling towards me."

"With such a big vase, I don't have such long hands. I can make sure that the vase is within reach while keeping the vase from falling on me. Besides, have I touched this vase? Check the mark on the vase. Fingerprints will tell."

When Mo Ziyao heard this, her face turned pale.

Of course there is no Su Mowan's fingerprint on this vase, but her Mo Ziyao's fingerprint.

Mo Ziyao's heart tightened, and she hastily retorted: "Grandma, don't listen to her nonsense, I saw her push it, she clearly deliberately framed me!"

Su Mowan's pupils froze, and his gaze suddenly sharpened: "Miss Mo, I didn't say that you overturned the vase. What are you doing in such a hurry to take a seat? Could it be that you are guilty of a guilty conscience?"

[The author has something to say]

Dear cuties, because I have a very important exam related to my future life at the end of this month, so I can only adjust the update to one update every morning in the next two weeks with tears in my eyes.Although there are fewer updates, the story is still exciting, and I will work harder in November. Thank you for your support, okay!