Help, Lord Mo’s little goblin after rebirth is too sexy

Probably knowing that Mo Chengyan had given most of his assets to his granddaughter, and the fact that he took very good care of Murong Jiuling at the dinner table, the Shaodian Shuting also became more and more fond of this grandson-in-law.

After dinner, Murong Jiuling pulled Shaodian Mingrui and Shaodian Yuncong aside and whispered,

"Dad, brother, don't tell grandpa that there is a virus in my body."

Shaodian Yuncong's expression changed as soon as she said this, and he answered hesitantly,

"Little sister, grandpa... already knows about this."

He didn't dare to say that it was actually his father who told his grandfather about this. At that time, his grandfather was furious. Fortunately, the old man was strong and strong, but he did blame himself for a long time and kept saying that he had lured the wolf into the house.

The reason why Shaodian Mingrui didn't hide it from the old man was because the old man knew better than him about the virus. If they wanted to solve it quickly, they needed his help.

"Grandpa doesn't know about the virus. He only knows that I am not in good health."

Murong Jiuling looked worried. Just now Shaodian Shuting and Murong Zhentian went back to the villa next door together, and he didn't know if grandpa would mention this matter.

Her guess was absolutely correct. The two old men were sitting together playing chess at the moment. Of course they were chatting by the way, but the content of their conversation was a bit heavy.

"Brother, I heard that my good granddaughter was not in good health before?"

Shaodian Shuting knew that there was a virus in Murong Jiuling's body, and it was all his fault as a grandfather for bringing back such a white-eyed wolf.

"Since Ah Zhi left, Xiao Jiu's health has become worse and worse. Fortunately, she has Master Huaijin, who sent her abroad just to recuperate her health."

Speaking of this, Murong Zhentian couldn't help but sigh. At that time, Murong Jiuling was just a little bit young, but he got sick every three days. It was all because of that bastard Shi Tingzhi, who couldn't even take care of a child.

At first, Xiaojiu was unwilling to go back to Murong's house with him, and was even reluctant to get close to him. He was also powerless.

It wasn't until the year when Xiao Jiu was eight years old that she suddenly figured out that she was willing to go to Jinyuan to accompany this bad old man. After that, she was lucky enough to meet Huai Jin. Later, Xiao Jiu followed Huai Jin abroad, and slowly her health improved. Get better.

Shaodian Shuting was about to say something when he heard his cell phone ringing. He had asked that boy Yun Cong to set it up specifically for Xiaojiu's call.

After saying 'Sorry', Shaodian Shuting stood up and answered the phone. As soon as the call was connected, he heard the somewhat anxious voice of his granddaughter.

"Grandpa, grandpa doesn't know there is a virus in my body, please don't let it slip!"

In fact, even if she didn't make this call, he wouldn't say anything. After living for so many years, he still has this sense of propriety.

"Don't worry, Xiaojiu, grandpa knows."

After hanging up the phone, Shaodian Shuting looked at Murong Zhentian with a smile,

"Look at our good granddaughter, you called me specifically just to remind you not to drink tea at night."

Murong Zhentian dropped the Bai Zi in his hand and raised his eyes to look at the person opposite,

"I'm old, and it's hard to fall asleep even if I don't drink tea. Let's kill two more rounds tonight."

"Okay, by the way, I would also like to ask my brother to tell me more about Xiaojiu."

One is willing to listen and the other is willing to speak, and both of them are keen on playing chess, so naturally they quickly became familiar with each other.

One night, Shaodian Shuting heard a lot about his granddaughter from Murong Zhentian, and also learned about A-Lan's twin sister Murong Zhi, and of course the fact that his granddaughter was about to hold an engagement banquet with Mo Chengyan.

There are both good and bad things. Of course, these make Shaodian Shuting feel even more guilty towards the Murong family.

It is truly a blessing for their Shaodian family to be lucky enough to marry such a family.

Mo Garden is very lively today, rarely lively. Although the servants of Mo Garden are much busier than usual, they are very happy.

Everyone knew that those who came were the young lady's relatives. It seemed that Mo Garden would become more and more lively in the future, and they no longer had to be as depressed as before.

Mo Yuan's servants are all Mo Bai's carefully selected people, all men. In addition to keeping Mo Yuan clean and tidy, they are also responsible for Mo Yuan's safety.

Don't underestimate this group of men. They have all been trained and tested. Not only are they skilled, they are also handy in other aspects.

Although it was in the name of servants, they didn't think so in their hearts. They were lucky to be able to live in the same garden as their master.

It's just that I was a bit colder before, but it's different now. Since I got my wife, I've become warmer and warmer, and their lives have become more and more relaxed, mentally relaxed.

The father and son of the Shaodian family and Murong Jiuling sat for a while and then went to rest, leaving only Murong Jiuling and Mo Chengyan.

"Let's go, it's time for us to wash up and rest!"

Mo Chengyan lifted him up and carried him to the second floor. Murong Jiuling nestled in his arms with a look of enjoyment on his face. It felt so good to have his feet not touching the ground.

"Tell me, do you want to raise me to be a little loser? Or the kind who can't even walk."

Some people say that women can't help but be unreasonable in front of the one they love. I don't know if this counts for her, but she just wants to ask this question.

The man lowered his head and chuckled, looking into the cunning eyes of the person in his arms, "Yes, I'll pamper you like a little waste, so that my baby can't live without me."

He knew she was making trouble, but he was smiling gently. His woman should be pampered and proud.

"I can't leave you when the time comes, but what should I do if you leave me?"

Murong Jiuling snorted coldly and turned away from looking at his charming face.

Mo Chengyan's silence made her feel very uncomfortable. Although she knew in her heart that he wouldn't do it, she always wanted to hear him say it himself. She didn't know why, but she seemed to be too pretentious tonight.

Mo Chengyan placed the person on the bed and leaned over him.

"Baby, I will never leave you, and the same goes for you. Don't think about leaving me. Now that you are married to me, don't think about divorce. From now on, not only will you sleep on the same bed in life, but even in death, you will be burned. The ashes must also be buried evenly together!”

As the last word spilled out of his mouth, Murong Jiuling covered his mouth with both hands, and crystal tears fell from his eyes.

"Brother Yan, I'm sorry. It was my fault. I will never say such words again."

These words reminded her of her previous life, when this arrogant man put down everything he owned and lay in a coffin with her, when he was still so young.

She knew that he could do whatever he said!

Mo Chengyan buried his head on her soft chest and kept rubbing it. God knows how afraid he was of mentioning the word leaving.

Murong Jiucheng sensed his uneasiness, inserted his hands into his hair, turned over and sat on his waist, then lowered his head and said something in his ear, Mo Chengyan raised a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth, and started using his palms Slowly move down along her waistline,

"Ma'am, I'm looking forward to it!"

Murong Jiuling chuckled, "I'm looking forward to it too, looking forward to your begging for mercy."

Begging for mercy?

Oh, he was indeed looking forward to it!

Some people seemed to have forgotten the disparity in physical strength between themselves and men, and she didn't know that she was being dragged into a mess all night just because of her words.

When was it not her who begged for mercy while tossing and turning?