Difficult wife

I was planning to wait for the news at home today, but it suddenly occurred to me that when Mo Yao left last night, he said that he would regret it, and Meng Lang's eyelids kept twitching, and his heart couldn't help but panic. He wanted to go out and look for it.

As soon as he got in the car, he was afraid that Mo Yao would not be there when he came back, so he got off the car again and asked them to go out and look for it again. He was waiting, and finally couldn't sit still after waiting for a long time. He took Lao Ba out to look for it.

"Boss, there is a person lying in front!" Old Eighth.

"Go around!" Meng Lang closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, praying in his heart that Mo Yao would not do something stupid, but he didn't want Lao Ba to brake suddenly.

A habit formed by being hunted down, Meng Lang immediately opened his eyes and looked around, holding the pistol on his waist.

"What's wrong?" Meng Lang asked Lao Ba when he couldn't see the situation.

"Old... Boss, is that sister-in-law?" Lao Ba looked at the lying person next to the car.Meng Lang frowned and got out of the car only after making sure there was no danger.

"Sister-in-law. Sister-in-law. It's sister-in-law." Lao Ba turned the person over and took a look. Although it felt a bit unrecognizable, he could still recognize it.

The right side of the face was swollen badly, and the left side of the face was wiped with blood. There was nothing wrong with her body, but her legs were already stained red with blood.

"Ah... Ah Yao!" Meng Lang couldn't believe it, picked Mo Yao up and got into the car.Lao Ba stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, wishing they were in the hospital now.

Meng Lang looked at Mo Yao and was speechless. He really didn't expect Mo Yao to take revenge on him in this way.

For three whole days, Meng Lang sat next to Mo Yao's hospital bed without eating or sleeping. He was much older.The doctor said that except for Mo Yao's serious leg injury, nothing serious happened.Mo Yao's leg might not be able to walk for a while, and the doctor only said that it would be for a while, but he didn't say when it would get better. Meng Lang knew that it meant that it might not get better for a lifetime.

Three days later, Mo Yao slowly woke up, and he couldn't help but be glad to see that he was not dead.

"Are you awake?" Meng Lang came in with a lunch box.

Mo Yao didn't say anything. If he didn't die, then it wouldn't be surprising that Meng Lang was here.

"Are you hungry, let's eat first!" Meng Lang raised the bed, found him a comfortable position, and took the lunch box to feed him.

"I'll do it myself!" Mo Yao took the lunch box and started to eat by himself. Meng Lang felt relieved after watching Mo Yao eat.

"I'm sorry, that day... I said something a little heavy."

"It's okay, that's the truth." Mo Yao wanted to escape, he didn't want to get entangled with Meng Lang any more.

"Ayao, I..." Meng Lang was not used to Mo Yao's indifferent attitude.

"Dad, when can I go home?" Meng Lang couldn't help laughing bitterly at what Mo Yao said.dad?He thought Mo Yao would cry and make a fuss, but Mo Yao didn't. He thought Mo Yao went back and ran away from home, and he didn't. It turned out that he just wanted to be by his side and satirize him all the time.

It turned out that Mo Yao was adopted to call him his father. After thinking about how long it had been, Mo Yao had stopped calling him that. Isn't that ironic?

"I'm not your father, I'm..." Meng Lang explained feebly

"I know you are my adoptive father and my boss. I picked you up. If you don't like it, you can order me whatever you want."

Looking at Mo Yao's indifferent eyes, Meng Lang felt a little cold, but he would not give up, since he made a mistake, he would make up for it.

I didn't go home until half a month later.When he got home, Mo Yao's father's bedroom was moved to the room on the first floor where he used to live, because it was so convenient to use a wheelchair.

Meng Lang was worried, so he followed him in the small place on the first floor.

However, three months later, Meng Lang finally found out that Mo Yao was really hurt this time. In the past three months, Mo Yao rarely talked to him. If he needed anything, Mo Yao also silently accepted it. Talk to him one more time.He couldn't understand, how could it be like this.

"Ayao, how about we get along well?" Every day, Mo Yao sat in a wheelchair to read in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, very quiet.

"We're fine." Mo Yao said indifferently.He really wants to be the same as before, but he can't figure out the reason. In the past, he just wanted to dominate Meng Lang, but now it is different. He has no qualifications. He didn't say it before. He can tell himself that he is Special, but now Meng Lang has said that he is not, he is a sex slave.

"Look at me, do you want to live like this for the rest of your life?" Meng Lang squeezed Mo Yao's chin, making him stare at him.

"If possible, of course I want Boss Meng to set me free."

"Oh! Free? Don't tell me you're not free now!" Meng Lang was going crazy.Eat and drink well every day, and this is the way to develop it?

"I want to leave, leave this place, will you agree?" Mo Yao looked at Meng Lang amusedly, this man would never understand what he wanted.

"Then think about it! In this life, you are born as a member of the Meng family, and you are a ghost of the Meng family when you die." Meng Lang slammed the door angrily.

"Sister-in-law! What are you trying to do!" Bo Yang watched Meng Lang leave before he dared to come to Mo Yao.

"Picture... yes, what is the picture? I want to know too." Mo Yao looked at the crippled legs with a wry smile. He felt that it was worthless!

Looking at Mo Yao's appearance.Bo Yang didn't have the nerve to go on.Some things are beyond their comprehension.

Meng Lang didn't go home for three days, and Mo Yao, who had been indifferent until now, became annoyed.Meng Lang will take good care of him at home, but he is gone, he can't even go to the toilet, because he has been thrown no less than six times when going to the toilet, so he hasn't had a drink for two days in order to avoid going to the toilet water.

Sitting in front of the big mirror in the bathroom, Mo Yao felt uncomfortable seeing himself in such a mess.If you didn't do something stupid.No matter what he does now, at least he can live without Meng Lang, but now, he can't live without people for a moment.Mo Yao beat his useless leg.

"Young master, I can't bear it!" Uncle De, who brought in the food, immediately stopped Mo Yao's behavior.

"Uncle De!" Mo Yao hugged Uncle De and started crying.

"Son, admit your mistake to the boss. Let's just turn over this article, okay?" Uncle De watched Mo Yao grow up, and Uncle De still knew what he was thinking.

"But I can't read the one in my heart."

"Ah! Since we have to live, what can't be solved?"

Mo Yao didn't speak, but his crying changed to sobbing. After two days without drinking water, Mo Yao's lips were already covered with dry skin.

Mo Yao thought about it all night, and felt that listening to Uncle De's words, after all, if two people live together, one of them must learn to compromise. If both are strong, both will suffer.

Mo Yao found out after asking Bo Yang about Meng Lang's situation. Meng Lang had been drinking at the Yao Bar these days and hadn't woken up yet. He decided to go to the Yao Bar to find him in person.

He had no strength in his arms and couldn't support his body at all. He had to be helped by Bo Yang to get in the car. He was very nervous when he was sitting in the car. He was afraid that if he confessed his mistake, it would only cause more annoyance to Meng Lang.

Just thinking about it, the car was violently slammed into the wall.Mo Yao suffered a slight injury on his forehead. He looked up at Bo Yang. Bo Yang was already fainted. He got up and was about to call Bo Yang, but he didn't want the car door to be opened and he was dragged out.He knew the leader, Su You, Meng Lang's deadly rival, before he could speak, someone gave him an injection as soon as Su You beckoned, and he immediately lost consciousness.