Nian Xiaomu: "..."
How far he thought!
Yu Yuehan and Nian Xiaomu are good actors, after playing the role of a pair of old parents, Mo Yongheng and Qi Yan haven't fought yet.
Tan Bengbeng, on the other hand, just lay down and sat up again when he saw two men with swords drawn.
He looked at Mo Yongheng blankly, then turned his head to look at Qi Yan.
"Do you have any grudges?"
"Ask him! Who knows if he's out of his mind and deliberately against me!" Qi Yan walked to Tan Bengbeng's side, with a gesture of a guardian, pointing at Mo Yongheng in disgust.
Hearing Qi Yan's words, Mo Yongheng's expression darkened.
Just as Nian Xiaomu was about to go forward to persuade her to make peace, Yu Yuehan pulled her a hand, his black eyes flashed slightly, and he lowered his voice to ask.
"Didn't you always mind that Qi Yan bullied Tan Bengbeng without saying a word, and forced Tan Bengbeng to be with him? Do you want to see how he kicked the iron plate?"
Nian Xiaomu was taken aback, and turned to look at him, "You mean Mo Yongheng? It's useless, you didn't see Qi Yan's fearless look? Mo Yongheng couldn't hold him back..."
"Not always!"
The corner of Yu Yuehan's mouth curled into an evil smile, and he slowly opened his lips.
"I actually feel that Qi Yan will soon be unlucky, and it's really unlucky!"
Nian Xiaomu: "..."
Nian Xiaomu: "Stop making trouble. Grandpa still needs someone to take care of him. How can Mo Yongheng be the opponent of that rascal Qi Yan? What if he gets angry and leaves?"
Just as Nian Xiaomu took a step, she was pulled back by Yu Yuehan.
Hold her tightly in her arms.
He put his arms around her waist, his chin rested on her uninjured shoulder, and his thin lips were slightly parted.
"Don't worry, just quietly watch Qi Yan commit suicide, and he will suffer in the future!"
Nian Xiaomu: "..."
How did she smell the conspiracy
Could it be that Mo Yongheng still has some trump card that he can't use
"buzz—"
Mo Yongheng didn't quarrel with Qi Yan when his cell phone rang.
He listened for a few seconds, his eyes flickered slightly.
He hung up the phone and looked at Nian Xiaomu.
"The old Patriarch is awake. I'll go back to take care of him first. You should recuperate well. I'm with the Patriarch. If there's any news, I'll let you know."
"good."
Nian Xiaomu watched Mo Yongheng leave. As soon as he reached the door, Qi Yan had already hugged Tan Bengbeng.
Whispering in her arms.
"Beng Beng, he must be jealous that you like me, he always fights against me, look at my face, it's all swollen by him, don't you ask me if it hurts?"
Hearing this, Nian Xiaomu obviously saw Mo Yongheng's footsteps pause at the door, turned her head and glared at Qi Yan, gritted her teeth and left.
It looked like, if her grandfather hadn't woken up and needed someone to take care of her, Mo Yongheng might have to go back and beat Qi Yan again...
The thought of killing is very heavy!
"People are gone, have you seen enough?"
Nian Xiaomu was in a trance when a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
She trembled all over, and hastily turned her head to smooth his hair.
"What Mo Yongheng likes is Bengbeng. I just look at him more to thank him for taking care of grandpa. Why are you so jealous?"
Yu Yuehan raised his eyebrows, "You have too much black history, I'm afraid!"
Nian Xiaomu: "..."
After watching Mo Yongheng off, Nian Xiaomu was carried back to the ward by Yu Yuehan to rest.
In the lively ward just now, only Qi Yan and Tan Bengbeng were left.
Tan Bengbeng stretched out his hand to push Qi Yan's mind away, and frowned.
"I didn't say I like you, you deserve it for being beaten."