The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

"Sister Qi..."

"Listen to Sister Qi's advice and break up with this boyfriend first!"

Before Su Mucheng could say anything, she was interrupted by Zhang Qi.

Her voice rose so loud that it sounded as clear as a speakerphone in the bedroom.

Mo Yanchen pushed in the door from the study room: "..."

His eyes fell from Su Mucheng's little face to the mobile phone she was holding.

There was coldness and danger between his brows and eyes.

Zhang Qi, who had no idea, continued to persuade her earnestly: "Xiaocheng, you are still young, too young. The men outside are not reliable now. Maybe he just takes a fancy to your fame and your salary, and wants to take advantage of it." Opportunity to become famous."

"Okay, he has become a celebrity, but if not, your reputation will be completely destroyed by him! And as for him, when the time comes, he will be red when the time comes. Do you understand what I mean?"

Su Mucheng: "...Qi...Sister Qi..."

"Maybe he is nice to you now, but who knows what he is planning behind the scenes! In short! You must be careful and break up with him! As for how to deal with it after the breakup, I will help you! I guarantee that he will not cause any trouble! "

A good agent must be good at public relations, and Zhang Qi is one.

"..."

After opening her mouth several times but unable to stop Zhang Qi's barrage, Su Mucheng licked her lips and chose to shut up.

At the same time, he silently lit a row of wax for Zhang Qi in his heart.

Sister Qi, you have a good journey.

She tried her best.

"Hello...? Hello? Xiaocheng, are you listening?"

"Sister Qi, this is for your own good. Don't be greedy for the relationship between a man and a woman now. When you become really awesome in the future, he'll have piles of fresh meat on you!"

"She doesn't need it."

A cold male voice penetrated Zhang Qi's ears like it was soaked in frost through the mobile phone.

"???"

beep one by one

A cold mechanical sound.

Zhang Qi: "...?"

What's the matter?

That man is still at Xiao Cheng’s house! ?

"It's none of my business, I didn't say anything."

The man pressed closer and closer to her. Su Mucheng tilted her neck back and stared at him.

Full of desire to survive.

Mo Yanchen slowly stretched out his hand to hold her small chin, his eyes deep.

There was an indescribable meaning all over his body.

Before she could recover from her loss of control last night, Su Mucheng panicked: "Mo, Mr. Mo..."

The man looked at her deeply and suddenly smiled: "I suddenly feel that your decision is right."

"what?"

Retiring from the entertainment industry saved him a lot of trouble.

Early the next morning.

Su Mucheng and Mo Yanchen each wore black casual clothes and went to the hotel to pick up Tong Zhen after breakfast.

Two people with strong auras appeared together in black, making them look even more serious.

At first, Tong Zhen was a little surprised, until the car slowly stopped in the cemetery.

Through the car window, Tong Zhen and Tong Tian's hearts sank, and their faces were more solemn than ever.

"Grandpa, uncle."

The car door was not open, Su Mucheng looked out the window, her voice was particularly deep, her hand was always held by Mo Yanchen, but it was still as cold as ice.

"My mother has been here for a long time."

It's been so long that if it weren't for her photos, she would have forgotten what her mother looked like.

"You...what did you say? Xiaocheng, what do you mean?"

Tong Zhen's pupils were trembling, and even his voice was trembling.

Tong Tian's eyes suddenly looked out the window, his face suddenly changed: "Chun'er!"

The girl's gaze slowly retracted, and her voice was hoarse and heart palpitating: "Mom's death anniversary is my birthday."

Mo Yanchen held her hand firmly and only said: "You are also a victim."

The tombstone of Tong Chun was very clean, and Su Mucheng would visit her every few days and talk to her.

Say some of the most common things between mother and daughter.

She also told her mother about Yan Chen's existence.

The woman on the tombstone had a smile like a flower, which fell into the eyes of Tong Zhen and Tong Tian like a bayonet splattered with blood, piercing their eyeballs.

The two men's eyes were red, their hands clenched into fists, trying their best to restrain themselves.

"Chun...Chun'er."

Following Tong Zhen's trembling voice, tears fell uncontrollably from his cloudy eyes.

How come his daughter, the daughter with whom he had a bad temper back then, could only see her photo on the dark tombstone when we meet again 20 years ago?

Tong Tian gritted his back molars, with bulging veins on the back of his hands. He stared at Tong Chun's photo and was speechless for a long time.

Su Mucheng squatted in front of the tombstone and arranged the flowers taken from the car. Her eyes were bloodshot and her throat was dry: "Mom, grandpa and uncle are here."

She curved her lips and smiled: "And your son-in-law, I also brought it to you."