Mo Fei smiled cheerfully. She was angry at first, but Qian Yikun washed it away. As a reward, she hugged Qian Yikun's face and kissed him hard, "I'm going home."
"I just came back." Qian Yikun said, directly taking the person back into his arms, "Stay with me until twelve o'clock to celebrate the New Year."
"Feifei-"
Qian Yikun suddenly wanted to get out of the car and kill his future second uncle.
Mo Fei smiled even more cheerfully. After exchanging a deep kiss with Qian Yikun, he pushed Qian Yikun away and got out of the car.
Yingxiang is still in her arms, but the beauty has gone far away.
Qian Yikun leaned on the back of the chair and pinched his forehead, but did not leave immediately.
Mo Fei and Ding Junhui went back. At this moment, Ding Haonan was sitting in the living room. Ding's mother saw the two of them and waved to them. The Spring Festival Gala was still playing on the TV, but no one was watching.
"It's very late. You two should go to rest early." Mother Ding said softly.
Could it be that she has a bad temper? Mother Ding asked her to rest, but she couldn't do it.
"I don't understand. You've been bullied to this extent by others, why do you still tolerate them? They don't treat you as family at all." Mo Fei growled in a low voice.
Because I care, I care; because I care, I can't just sit back and ignore it now.
"That's your grandma." Ding Haonan said helplessly.
"But I don't treat you as a son." Could it be more direct.
After Mo Fei finished speaking, Ding Haonan sat on the sofa with disappointment. He had no way to get angry at Mo Fei, and Mo Fei was right.
"She is always your grandma." Ding Haonan said, holding his head with both hands, as if in pain, "It is useless for me to protect you mother and son."
"Haonan." Mother Ding sat next to Father Ding and gently put her hand on his shoulder.
Who doesn't know that Ding Haonan is doing well in business, but he has never been able to be as good as the Qian family? It's because there are such a group of locusts at home, and they always draw blood from this home as a matter of course.
"Do you really think they will be grateful if you keep compromising? People without humanity will never know what gratitude is. Even if you drain all your blood, you will feel that you have not fulfilled your rights. This is human nature." At this point, he said, he turned around and went upstairs.
From today on, she won't let anyone take another penny from this home.
She is not Ding Haonan. This family has no so-called kindness to her, so no one can try to play the emotional card from her.
After Ding Junhui sighed, he went upstairs with Mo Fei.
Mo Fei returned to the room and pushed all the skin care products on the table to the ground. She was very unhappy that she couldn't kill people now.
Ding Junhui closed the door and came in, sat down beside Mo Fei's bed, and looked at Mo Fei, who was currently angry with his hands on his hips.
"Don't you find it strange? Why do I have to be a teacher when the Ding family has a business, and my eldest brother still has to go to filming?" Ding Junhui said, and when Mo Fei looked at him, he said again, "Just because Dad didn't want to let me go." The company continues, and they don’t even think about letting us inherit the company, because they don’t want us to continue to drink our blood.”
"Then you still have to thank him?" Mo Fei sneered, not understanding Ding Haonan's thinking at all, "Do you think that old woman is just partial?"
Ding Junhui shook his head, of course not.
If this is considered partiality, then there will probably be very few parents who are partial in the world.