[A Chinese Girl] The high-cold male god is a Buddhist female disciple

"Hiss—" Hu Jiaojiao gasped, and shook the back of her hand that was red from the beating, as if this would relieve the pain.

"Is it because you are jealous that we are younger than you?" Su Liangmeng raised her chin, looking at Hu Jiaojiao's face intentionally.

Hu Jiaojiao is already 32, no matter how good her makeup is and how beautiful her photos are, it will not change the fact that the corners of her eyes are already stained with fine lines.

"Your mouth is really unpleasant." She cast a sidelong glance at Su Liangmeng, and tried to pull someone back, but was stopped by Lao Shiren behind her.

"Honey, it's almost time, we should go." Panting heavily, Luo Shiren wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"What's the matter, friend?" He Congxue squeezed through the crowd, coming from the way Su Liangmeng and the others had come, and saw the three men at war.

Hu Jiaojiao glared at Lao Shiren angrily, shook off his hand, and walked away with a stinky face.Lao Shiren nodded and said goodbye to Su Liangmeng and the others with a smile.

Dongfang Heng stuck out his tongue at Hu Jiaojiao's back, turned his head and pulled He Congxue's arm, and said, "Let's go, Mom."

"Hey? What's going on?" He Congxue was confused, "Don't tell me, Ah Heng, Susu."

"Auntie is fine, it's just a cockroach jumping out suddenly, which startled everyone, it's okay." Su Liangmeng put her hands behind her back, with a smile on her face.When she hit Hu Jiaojiao just now, she used a little force, and Hu Jiaojiao's hand swelled up, and she was not much better, and she was also flushed now.

"You two, definitely keep something from me." He Congxue pulled Su Liangmeng up, one on each side.

"I said four, no." Dongfang Heng stretched out four fingers and swore to God.

"It's useless to send five."

The episode of meeting Hu Jiaojiao by chance was quickly forgotten, and after a few jokes, it was immediately thrown into the lively episode again.Smiling, it was a very relaxing day.

Mo Qingjia paced back and forth with her hands behind her back, thinking of Su Liangmeng's plan to stay in Neixiang City after graduation, she was extremely anxious now.

In Dongyan City in the north, it has already snowed heavily, and the seniors and sisters in the temple have almost left, and they also need to go home for the New Year.

Mo Qingjia looked up at the sky, and the snowflakes fell on her face like flakes, and soon turned into water droplets and slid down.

It's another Spring Festival, is she going to spend it alone again?

"Qingjia?" The courtyard door opened with a creak, and Yuan Fangyi poked his head in.The gray sable fur collar around her neck was covered with white snowflakes, which fell to the ground with her movements.

Judging by the thickness of the snowflakes on her body, it is obvious that she came up from the mountain gate.

"Mom? Why are you here?" Mo Qingjia hurried to help her, her eyes full of concern.Helping her pat off the snowflakes on her body, part of the snowflakes melted in Mo Qingjia's palm, but her palm was frozen red instead.

Yuan Fangyi felt distressed when she saw it, and took Mo Qingjia's hand to cover her own, "huhu" to help her breathe and warm her hands: "I'll take you home."

"Go home?" Mo Qingjia paused, how could such a dirty place be called a home?

"Don't want to go back?" Yuan Fangyi glared at her angrily, "Your grandfather is here this year." What she didn't say was that her father, Yuan Xingshu, used company shares to force her to return her daughter, Mo Qingjia, back home for a while. trip.

"Really?" Mo Qingjia's eyes lit up instantly when she heard that her grandfather was there, "Mom, wait for me, I'll go back and pack my things."

Yuan Xingshu, the father of Yuan, spent half his life as a soldier, conquered half of Dongyan, pushed the Yuan family into the first-line group, and became an existence that could influence the entire Dongyan economy with his feet.

However, he has only one daughter, Yuan Fangyi, who is pampered like a princess when she urinates.

In order to fight for the sovereignty of the Mo family, her father, Mo Jianmin, targeted the little princess of the Yuan family.Impress Yuan Fangyi with deep affection, but he will not marry.

Mr. Yuan has lived his whole life, and he has had countless people, but he has also made eye contact, and Mo Jianmin's acting skills have fooled him.

Yuan Fangyi assisted Mo Jianmin in winning the power of the Mo family, but accidentally broke the news of his killing his father and relatives.

So far, Mo Jianmin has shown his true colors, threatening Mo Qingjia, who is only three years old, and asked Yuan Fangyi to maintain the illusion of his harmony outside.

Yuan Fangyi has devoted himself to him for more than [-] years, only waiting for the day when he and Mo Qingjia can escape from his control.

Unexpectedly, Mo Jianmin's ambition as a prodigal son actually came up with Yuan's ideas.

The last battle ended when Yuan Xingshu was imprisoned in the No. 1 People's Hospital due to illness, Mo Qingjia was imprisoned in Baoping Nunnery, and Yuan Fangyi was constantly under surveillance.

For Mo Jianmin, Mo Qingjia's methods were too tender.

Of course, these truths are naturally impossible to be known by others.

In the eyes of outsiders, Mo Jianmin is still a great man who respects his elders, loves his wife, and loves his children.

It can be said that Mo Qingjia was greatly admired by her grandfather Yuan Xingshu. Her father does not love her, but her mother cannot love her. Her family affection is all given by her grandfather Yuan Xingshu.She understands the pain of her mother Yuan Fangyi, she hates no one except Mo Jianmin.

Now that I heard that I can reunite with my grandfather, it would be a lie to say that I am unhappy.

"Qingjia, do you... dare to go down the mountain?" Yuan Fangyi still had lingering fears when thinking of the past.

Mo Qingjia's brisk steps suddenly became heavy, and even her breathing became short of breath.

"If it doesn't work, don't force it." Yuan Fangyi sighed, feeling lost, with a hint of sadness on the corners of his brows.

"It's okay, mom." Mo Qingjia cheered herself up and comforted Yuan Fangyi, "Being able to see grandpa is more important than what I think in my heart."

She is afraid of going down the mountain, afraid of contacting all the opposite sex, but sooner or later she will go down the mountain, and sooner or later she will face her father, Mo Jianmin.

Here, Mo Qingjia let go of her entanglement and went home with Yuan Fangyi temporarily.On the other side, Su Liangmeng also finished shopping in Daji and was about to go home.

"Let's go," Su Liangmeng stretched, lifting the big and small bags above his head and then dropping them, his face was full of exhaustion, "I've been shopping all afternoon, I'm so tired."

"Wait, did you guys forget something?" Dongfang Heng stopped her with an unfinished look, which made Su Liangmeng feel scared.

"What? Forgot what?" Su Liangmeng shook his head again and again, denying Sanlian, "No, no, it's impossible."

Dongfang Heng grabbed her shoulders and pressed her hard: "Don't pretend to be too much, where is the stage that we agreed on?"

"What stage?" He Congxue put the things into the trunk and came to pick up the ones in Su Liangmeng's hands. Hearing Dongfang Heng's words, he couldn't help asking.

"Ah? No? Ermengmeng, you big liar, you owe me a ghost weapon." Dongfang Heng was so angry that he hit her.

"Stop, stop," Su Liangmeng handed the things to He Congxue, playfully dodging Dongfang Heng's attack, "I'll buy it for you when I have money."

Dongfang Heng likes to listen to operas, but I don't know how this hobby came about.When no one is around, she can stay in bed and listen to it all afternoon.

"Hmph, you said that." Dongfang Heng put her hips on her hips, and her legs were already sore after walking around all afternoon.

"Okay, okay, I swear." Su Liangmeng compromised.

"What's the trouble? It's not like you don't know about Susu's situation," He Congxue closed the trunk after putting everything away, and poked Dongfang Heng's temple with a finger, "And asked someone to buy something for you."

"Auntie, we are just kidding around." Su Liangmeng jumped into the car first, leaned comfortably on the back seat, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Slightly slightly." Dongfang Heng stuck out his tongue, and also went to the back seat, tilted his body, found a comfortable position, and fell on Su Liangmeng's shoulder.

"You two, your physical strength is too weak." He Congxue shook his head and resigned himself to driving.

Mo family.

"I'm back." When Mo Jianmin was in private, he didn't have a good face in front of outsiders, and his face was extremely bad, as if someone owed him money.

Mo Qingjia stood at the door, her nails dug tightly into the palm of her hand, feeling the stickiness of her palm, she didn't know the pain at all.

Her eyes reflected the appearance of that person, with black hair and black clothes, even at home, he was meticulously dressed, making people feel that if he stood up, he could go out to work or attend a certain party.

Mo Qingjia's eyes were full of hatred, as if one step forward, a typhoon passed through, and the waves of the sea surged up to the ground, sweeping all living things around.

The strong hatred for Mo Jianmin offset all her terrifying feelings.

Back then, it was this person in front of her who asked someone to drug her daughter. Although she didn't succeed, it also dealt a huge psychological blow to her, and she once hated everyone.

At the beginning, it was also this man who made people hold her head down, pushed all her hair off, and drew bloodstains on her scalp. He said fiercely: Don't you like short hair and women?I want you to get out of the Mo family and become an aunt.

Back then, it was this man who kidnapped her grandfather Yuan Xingshu and forced her to go to Baoping Nunnery himself.

"Before your wings are full, you'd better keep your eyes closed." Mo Jianmin didn't care about the hatred emanating from her body at all. He tilted his mouth and laughed at her, "Sit down and eat when you come back. There is no guarantee that Mr. Yuan's condition will worsen."

"Shameless." Mo Qingjia also looked down on his two faces, the relationship between father and daughter was like fire and water, and they didn't get along well.

"Qingqing? Has Qingqing come back?" A man walked out of the house. The man had gray hair and a crutch in his hand. He was supported by others, and walked out with his waist bent.

"Mo Jianmin!" When Mo Qingjia saw the person's eyes, a surge of anger rushed into her heart, she grabbed the collar of Mo Jianmin's shirt, and greeted him with a fist with the other hand.

Mo Jianmin turned his head to dodge, and was about to raise his hand to control Mo Qingjia's wrist, but his lower body was attacked. With a bang, the president of the Mo Group, who had always been aloof, fell to his knees.

Immediately afterwards, there was a clicking sound, and the black hot weapon touched Yuan Xingshu's temple.

"Ah!" Yuan Fangyi exclaimed, she had been well protected since she was a child, and Mo Jianmin and Mo Jianmin hadn't reached the level of wielding weapons, so she was stunned when she had never seen such a scene.

"Try to touch me?" Mo Jianmin was triumphant, without any panic.

"Oh, despicable." Mo Qingjia had no choice but to stop, she knew that Mo Jianmin was protected by someone, even at home.

A person like him probably hides a knife under his pillow when he sleeps.

Mo Jianmin got his freedom, waved his hand at the man, and signaled him to go down.

"Qingqing, I heard Qingqing's voice, help me over quickly."

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