He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Qiao Wangshu took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

Mo Beichen put his arm around her waist, pulled her into his arms, and let her sit on his lap.

Qiao Wangshu looked at his face: "What's wrong?"

Mo Beichen said seriously: "Aren't you tired of standing?"

Qiao Wangshu blinked.

She was sitting on the sofa over there just now, and she can still go back.

She smiled and said, "Won't it be a bother for me to sit here?"

"No problem." As if to prove that she really wouldn't get in his way, he leaned forward, put his arms around her and continued working on the computer.

His arms are long and strong.

This position completely enclosed her in his territory.

Very possessive.

And extremely ambiguous.

Xu Ze pushed the door open.

He is Mo Beichen's special assistant and goes in and out no less than a hundred times a day.

But this is the first time I have come across such a scene.

The Third Master finally took action against Miss Qiao in the office!

Is it really not crowded on the office chair?

Isn’t the big bed in the lounge nice?

Almost instantly, Xu Ze felt the sharp glare of the Third Master.

He immediately backed out again!

My heart is beating so fast!

The Third Master couldn't hide his intention to kill someone!

It's over! It's over!

He won't be silenced!

Xu Ze was trembling with fear the whole day.

But in the end, the Third Master did not do anything to him.

Maybe he had taken enough advantage of Miss Qiao and was so pleased that he didn't bother to argue with him!

A few more days passed.

It’s approaching the 15th day of the eighth lunar month.

The moon became rounder.

The Mohist school originally had a large population.

There were four brothers in Mo Beichen's parents' generation. Now only his third uncle and third aunt are in good health. His fourth aunt has been living in the hospital's intensive care unit all year round and is in a vegetative state. All other elders have passed away.

Mo Beichen has seven sons and one daughter in his life, and he is the third. His older brother and cousin have both passed away. Now only he and his fourth cousin Mo Beixiao live in the Mo Family Manor, and his fifth and sixth cousins ​​are serving sentences in prison. His seventh cousin is in Wall Street and has refused to return to China. The youngest cousin is in the third year of junior high school, and is the youngest daughter of his third uncle and aunt. Mo Beichen has an average relationship with his uncle and aunt, or even a bad one. They hardly contact each other during normal times, and only send each other gifts on New Year's Day as a courtesy and superficial effort.

When the old man and old lady of the Mo family were alive, the whole family lived in harmony and harmony. The Mo family manor was very lively at that time, especially during the New Year holidays, when there were lights and decorations, laughter and joy day and night.

After the old man and the old lady passed away, their four sons each formed their own camps, and their grandchildren are also full of talented people.

The Mo Group can definitely be described as extremely wealthy.

Who is willing to be inferior to others?

Intrigue.

Struggle for power and gain.

It led to many tragedies.

The Mohist school is not very popular nowadays.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is not very lively.

Mo Beixiao came back on purpose just in time for dinner to have a reunion dinner.

But the festive atmosphere is still not strong.

The three of them had dinner at the same table and symbolically ate a mooncake, which was considered a festival.

After dinner.

Mo Beixiao went straight upstairs to his room. He seemed particularly taciturn today, not as casual and humorous as usual.

Qiao Wangshu accompanied Mo Beichen for a walk in the manor as usual, and then returned to her room. Her room was very large, with a large terrace of about 100 square meters. Usually, she would not have gone to bed at this time, but would be studying intensively in the study. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, she gave herself a holiday. After taking a bath and changing into pajamas, she stood in front of the guardrail of the terrace and looked at the night sky...

They say that the moon is fullest on the 16th and 15th, and this is absolutely true.

The moon tonight is indeed not the roundest, but it is bright enough.

The sky is full of stars.

The moon is like water.

Qiao Wangshu's thoughts drifted away, with something hidden in his heart.

Ever since Mo Beichen injured his hand, he has been living in Qiao Wangshu's bedroom.

The wound on my hand has healed.

Qiao Wangshu did not chase him away.

So he stayed there shamelessly.

After returning to the room, Qiao Wangshu took a shower first, and then he went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he didn't see his Shushu, but saw the door to the terrace open.

He took a thin coat and put it on, then took Qiao Wangshu's coat and hung it in his arm. Then he walked to the terrace, walked up to him, put the coat in his arm on Qiao Wangshu, and hugged him from behind.

Qiao Wangshu sniffed.

Mo Beichen noticed her abnormality, put his hands on her arms, forced her to turn around to face him, and looked down at her red eyes: "Shushu, are you crying?"

Qiao Wangshu shook his head, trying to hide his mistake: "The wind was a bit strong, so I squinted my eyes."

Mo Beichen didn't believe such a lame excuse: "Are you worried about something?"

Qiao Wangshu wrapped his arms around him, buried his head in his chest, and rubbed against him like a spoiled child. His pleasant voice was slightly choked with sobs: "Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, a day for family reunion. I miss my mother, and I also miss home a little bit."

I've been trying to build up a good impression for so long.

I have been studying for so long.

Repaired a relationship that lasted so long.

She really should go back!

Take back everything that belongs to the Qiao family.

Find out the mysterious man behind Song Wenya.

Tonight is undoubtedly a good opportunity to speak up.

However, the moment she finished speaking, she felt the aura around Mo Beichen suddenly turn cold. Although she was lying in his arms and couldn't see his face, she could tell that his expression must be very ugly.

That kind of heavy, violent, icy, powerful sense of oppression...

It’s really been a long time!

He hasn't been so cold and unhappy for a long time!

Qiao Wangshu didn't understand why his desire to control her was so strong? So strong that it was pathological, so strong that he didn't allow her to be questioned, so strong that he couldn't give her any freedom?

If she dared to mention leaving the Mo family, his expression would change immediately.

Didn’t she give him enough sense of security?

Why is it?

Qiao Wangshu frowned. Although she couldn't figure out why, she couldn't give up. She immediately changed the subject: "Achen, if you have time, can you accompany me home some other day? I want to go back to get some things and have a meal with my family. Although we are not married yet, we will get married sooner or later. My family is also your family. Can you accompany me back to see them?"

My father is the only one who is still close to me in the family.

Neither her stepmother nor her stepsister likes her.

Where there is a stepmother, there is a stepfather.

In her previous life, she was sent to the Mo family by Song Zhizhong for five years, and Song Zhizhong never called her. Perhaps he was sure that she could not go back, and was determined to swallow up the Qiao family's foundation. In her previous life, she was too stubborn and only wanted to leave Mo Beichen and get freedom. After living a new life, thinking carefully, that home, the home without her mother, was not worth her nostalgia? She wanted to go back now, but she didn't want her mother's things to be sold to others. She wanted to find out the person behind Song Wenya as soon as possible and solve the hidden dangers that threatened Mo Beichen.