Who would care about this attic and who would care about it? Song Qiyue was determined to look at him, her eyes moved away from his face, and she had never even glanced at the key. She just got up, turned and went upstairs.
But immediately, Mo Zhengyan also got up. He took the key on the coffee table in one hand, and then moved away, catching up with her, and even grabbing her arm with one hand.
Song Qiyue was startled, he had already pulled her up the stairs, staggering, and had to follow him up the steps.
Until she came to that floor, which belonged to him, Mo Zhengyan took her to the corridor at the end. There was the direction leading to the small staircase, and when he reached the bottom of the corridor, the attic facing him was greeted, and he finally stopped.
"What are you doing!" Song Qiyue drank, and Mo Zhengyan said, "Take you up to have a look."
"I'm not interested!" She broke free of his hand, but he clenched it!
"Didn't you come to see it before? But that time, you must have not seen it clearly. Now take a closer look." He said, already pulling her up to the small attic.
Song Qiyue had indeed seen it once before. At that time, she quietly took the key, like a prying eyes. But now, she has no such thoughts anymore and doesn't want to look at it anymore. This loft has nothing to do with her, "I said I am not interested!"
He acted completely on his own, pulling her by his side abruptly, and even hugging his chest. He held her hand with his hand and asked her to hold the key together. This time, he opened the lock directly with her, the key was in his hand, the keyhole was turned, and the door was opened again!
The door of the attic opened slowly, and his hand gently pushed again, opening the door completely!
The pitch-black attic appeared in front of them. Song Qiyue's body was gently taken by him and brought in. Mo Zhengyan stretched out his hand and pulled down the rope on the side. With the click, the light was turned on, and the light was instantly lit. When I greeted my eyes, I saw clearly that everything in the attic was still there, and I hadn't moved.
It was Song Qiyue who had seen books before. They were piled up messy on the floor of the attic. There were so many picture albums and albums, and the walls were covered with pictures. In the pictures that came into view, those insects and Animals are engraved in the eyes and become so shocking!
"Luo Zheng said, you don't like this attic, so now, leave it to you." It was his voice that came from his ears.
Luo Zheng said.
Song Qiyue remembered the sky bridge that day, and she and Luo Zheng came to the bridge where she used to hang out with Chu Yan the most. She told her about the attic, but it was only at this moment that she knew what she had said, he was like A spy was sent, but all the secrets in her heart were stolen.
He made her so naked, like a blank sheet of paper in front of him! But he recklessly picked up the black pen and smeared her world into darkness without seeing the sun at all!
"Leave it to me?" Song Qiyue stared at her, she suddenly stood still and asked.
"Do whatever you want," he said.
"Really? You don't regret it?" Song Qiyue turned around, and she faced him.
He stood in the doorway, leaning on the back of the door, his long figure covering the entire door frame, and he whispered, "It's good if you are happy."
It was he who said something so beautiful, did he think she didn't dare? Does he think she will not
Do not!
The answer is no!
Song Qiyue's eyes were fixed, and in an instant, she waved her hand and tore off the photo frame on the wall. With a huge tearing force, she slashed all the wallpaper on the wall without a gap. ! She smashed the frame on the floor fiercely!
Clang——!
There was a shattering sound, the glass was broken, and the picture in the frame seemed to be cut by a piece of glass!
Song Qiyue was a little vented, but when she raised her eyes, she saw that he was still standing there, looking at her indifferently!
Is he really willing? Is he really not nostalgic at all
These things belong to him and Cheng Qingning, all these past!
Song Qiyue couldn't understand him, she didn't understand him, she didn't know what he was doing now, after smashing one frame, she took the second one, "Mo Zhengyan! I'm going to smash it all here! Are you at my disposal too!"
When the voice fell, the picture frame shattered and split on the floor again!
He just reminded me caringly, "There are many fragments on the ground, so be careful of your feet."
Song Qiyue really couldn't believe it!
As if to break his emotions, as if to destroy all his calmness and tranquility, more as if to destroy all the restraints he set, she picked up the picture frame and smashed several, she Pushing down the pile of books, the messy attic became more and more messy, she walked all the way inside, walked around the corner, the overwhelming photos attacked her breath, the glass cabinet in front, the camera It's faintly still there.
After another corner, there should still be a real-life photo of Cheng Qingning!
He ruined all of this, and smashed it all, since he said it was handed over to her to deal with, then she completely ruined it all!
She opened the mouth and said, "I will smash everything here and burn it again."
"Yes," he said.
His words came, and there was another thorn in her heart. Song Qiyue came here and picked up the photo frame on the wall again. The yellowed corners of the photo touched her eyes, like the waves in her heart. What if I smashed so many photo frames and continue to smash it? Destroyed all the frames, smashed the cameras, tore up her real-life photos, and burned all of them, so what can we do
Song Qiyue held the photo frame with her raised hands, and suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if she was about to touch the ceiling partition, but she froze!
How ridiculous, Song Qiyue, are you going to continue to deceive yourself, thinking that if you ruin everything, you can be considered a solution to the problem!
Her hand trembled, and she held the photo frame tightly, but finally dropped her hand weakly. The edge of the photo frame touched the floor. As soon as her fingers released, the photo frame fell to the ground without being broken, but falling. Go down.
She moved her lips and said, "Enough, I have already dealt with it."
"That's enough?" he asked.
"Enough." Her voice didn't fluctuate.
But he approached her and hugged her gently from behind, "This attic, what do you want to use in the future? As a storage room? Or remodeling?"
He asked, the male voice in his ear was dim, Song Qiyue couldn't hear clearly, "Just do what you want, don't ask me again."
"No, you must decide." His chin rested on her shoulder and asked in a low voice.
"casual."
"For you."
"Then the storage room."
"There are too many storage rooms in the old house. It's better to remodel another one, you decide." He pressed on every step of the way, as if she wouldn't give up if she didn't answer!
Song Qiyue was confused. She saw the books all over the floor and blurted out, "Then the study!"
"Study?" He whispered, "It's good. You have always liked reading, so you can transform it into a study. You can come here to read in the future."
"Remember before in Haicheng, the attic where the mansion houses the books, you liked it very much." He mentioned Haicheng Mo Mansion.
At that time they were not married. At that time, the elder brother Song Lianheng asked her to get close to please him. At that time, everything seemed to have never been so complicated. She had never wanted to have so many ambiguities with him. They could say goodbye to him Any relationship, if, if—
"That time, I shouldn't have gone." Song Qiyue said in a condensed voice.
If you didn't go there, then there would be nothing afterwards, no more.
"Then you should say earlier, when you shouldn't smile at me, shouldn't show up." Mo Zhengyan whispered.
It was that banquet. In the corridor, she toasted and laughed. Her graceful figure was leaning against the wall with a kind of teasing eyes, but she was so innocent and helpless.
"It shouldn't be." Song Qiyue replied, "but now, it may change."
Mo Zhengyan smiled, and he imprisoned her, "It can't be changed, this is fate! You, or me, can't be changed! This is the arrangement of fate!"
Song Qiyue felt that this was completely nonsense, "Obviously it is in my own hands!"
She waved his hand away, broke free from his embrace, and suddenly turned around and clenched fists with both hands, "You can let go! Let me go! Let me and the child!"
"There will never be this day." Mo Zhengyan said, "Don't think about leaving with your children. Today I can tolerate you once, but the next time, I will let you never see again. Yang Yang."
"Song Qiyue, I will do what I say, and I will do what I say! Don't try to challenge my bottom line!" He watched her let go.
Never see Yangyang again, never see again.
What a cruel words, he is a dictator, depriving a mother of the rights, but she can't resist.
He stretched out his hand again and gently stroked her face, "If you feel that I am strange, then we will meet again from now on, it doesn't matter, we still have a lot of time, a lifetime."
Where did the whole life come from, that too long time, it was all suffering, only suffering!
Song Qiyue turned her head to avoid his touch, walked past him without saying a word, and left the attic.
...
Mo Zhengyan went downstairs again, he came to the side hall alone, but the housekeeper Zhao came with a cup of ginseng tea, "Master, you have to be busy at night, let's have a cup of ginseng tea."
Mo Zhengyan looked at the housekeeper Zhao. He didn’t say anything immediately. He just picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. He slowly said, “Housekeeper Zhao, you are the old housekeeper of the Mo family. You are taking care of this house. Thank you for your hard work these days."
This afternoon, Miss Luo Zheng’s luggage was sent away, and Aunt Xu was sent away after dinner. At this moment, these words made the alarm in Zhao’s heart sounded, and he immediately yelled, "Sorry! Master!"
"What are you sorry for me? Why do you want to apologize?" Mo Zhengyan asked.
When Mr. Zhao was asked by him, he was speechless, "Master...I..." he hesitated, "It's me who neglected my duty! I didn't take a good look at the boxes before Miss Luo Zheng took the young master. Go out!"
"Where are you dereliction of duty." Mo Zhengyan held the tea cup lightly and put it on the side table. "Everything you did was obeyed his father. You don't need to apologize, you are very dedicated."
His male voice was mixed, and the gentle release of the teacup made Housekeeper Zhao even more shocked!
"Housekeeper Zhao, you are so smart and careful. If you hadn't let them go, it would be impossible for the young master to go out, and they would definitely not take people away." Mo Zhengyan said.
When things got here, Steward Zhao also had nothing to say. He looked at Mo Zhengyan earnestly, and asked again and again, "Master, it's because I didn't do things well. Please punish me, but please don't resign me!"
He is not only the housekeeper of the old house of the Mo family, but the Zhao family has been the housekeeper of the Mo family for generations. It is related to the honor of generations, and the housekeeper Zhao is really panicked right now!
"It depends on you, butler Zhao." Mo Zhengyan smiled, but pushed the problem back to him.
"Myself?" Manager Zhao asked.
"Of course, it's not you." Mo Zhengyan said, "Actually, I don't want Manager Zhao to leave. I am afraid that the old house and mansion will not work without Manager Zhao. The Zhao family is kind to our Mo family."
"Master, we can't bear your words."
"Affordable." Mo Zhengyan responded, "However, what the Mo family needs is a loyal butler, a butler who is loyal to the employer."
Butler Zhao's heart shuddered, and Mo Zhengyan smiled and said, "Steward Zhao, who your employer is, I think you need to think carefully about it."
This is equivalent to defending the status and completely subverting the original sovereignty!
"Father is getting older, so steward Zhao doesn't need to tell him in detail. He goes to the villa for meditation. Tell him so many trivial things every day, how can he still meditate? Steward Zhao, don't you think so?" Mo Zheng Yan asked.
"Yes……"
"I won't fire Steward Zhao. Please rest assured. But if Steward Zhao is still worried about his father, then he will go to the villa to accompany his father together. But when his father saw Steward Zhao, he doesn't know if this retreat will be better." Mo Zhengyan is Taoist again.
Butler Zhao muffled, this is a threat warning!
"Master, what do you mean?" Steward Zhao still asked.
"Now there are two paths for you to choose. One is to stay in the old house and be a good housekeeper. I will report everything to me in the future." Mo Zhengyan said quietly, "The other one, please resign yourself. Manager Zhao, I value you and respect you."
Of these two roads, neither road is making a choice for him, but there is only one way to go! Steward Zhao is also a person who knows the current affairs, just like the replacement of generations, just like the words Zhao's father warned him when he was a steward in this life, one day, this day will come, and the era of control of the previous generation of the Mo family will eventually pass.
But unexpectedly, this day came so fast.
"Master, please do not hesitate to tell me if you have anything in the future, and I will be your best steward." Steward Zhao bowed.
Mo Zhengyan was not surprised by Mr. Zhao’s response. He was very satisfied with his jaw and said, “All the photos in the attic should be taken down and stored in the box. Remove the frame and put it away.”
"Yes."
"From tomorrow, the attic will be transformed into a study room, and the reconstruction drawings will be handed over to Mrs. Shao for review, and she will start work after she agrees."
"Yes."
"That's it for now, go on."
"Yes."
...
Since this weekend, Sister Lan will take care of Shaoyu's young master in the old house, and Mo's family is aware of it. Every Monday, Manager Zhao will call Mo Shengquan to report to him, "Master, everything is fine in the old house, please rest assured."
Earlier this morning, the Financial Investment Department received a call from the General Manager’s Office, and Mr. Mo summoned Mr. Nian to go immediately.
When Mosnian received the news, he went to the General Manager's Office to report. Generally speaking, Mo Zhengyan will not find him without official business, but the projects he has on hand do not need to be declared these days, so there is no contact. The summons today made Mo Sinian stare at him, "Mr. Mo."
"You have seen Luo Zheng." Who knows, Mo Zhengyan mentioned it at once, the smoke from his fingertips.
Mo Sinian was silent, knowing that this conversation was not for official business, but for private business, "I have seen it."
"I originally thought that among our brothers, you are the person who dislikes nosy the least. It seems that it is my cognitive error." He whispered.
He was accusing himself of telling Luo Zheng those things, Mo Sinian replied, "Although I don't like to be nosy, but I like to tell the truth."
"Brother, there is no need to circumscribe, I told Luo Zheng." Mo Sinian also said straightforwardly.
"You are so easy to recognize." Mo Zhengyan smiled.
"Because it is a fact, there is nothing to hide." Mosnian greeted him.
Mo Zhengyan took a cigarette, "What are the conditions."
Mo Sinian didn't speak, and Mo Zhengyan asked slowly, "What are the conditions for telling Luo Zheng about these nosy matters?"
"No conditions."
"Fourth old, you just said that you like to tell the truth, how come you have changed so quickly." Mo Zhengyan smiled, "If there are no conditions, you will speak?"
"Well, let me guess, what conditions did you mention before telling Luo Zheng." He said to himself, and raised his eyebrows suddenly, "Is she letting you marry you?"
Mo Sinian looked indifferent, and Mo Zhengyan raised his lips, "No, this is impossible. How could Luo Zheng agree to marry you? She is frustrated with you and hates having to deal with you. If you mention this, She would never agree. Also, you would not want to marry her. I really forgot about that, I can’t guess."
"So, what is it?" Mo Zhengyan smiled as his slender fingers flicked off a piece of soot, "If it's me, it's better to mention something that can be achieved."
"For example-Shanshan's visitation right!" He stared directly at Mosnian.
"How long? Once a week? Too much, you don't have so much time. Two days a month? No, Luo Zheng still won't agree." He laughed, "That is, visit one day a month?"
Mo Sinian's eyes suddenly tightened, and his facial nerves were tense. Mo Zhengyan was keenly aware, "It looks like this is it."
"Unfortunately, the condition you put forward is not counted." But it was rejected.
Mo Sinian said coldly, "I am Shanshan's biological father, I have this right!"
"I'm Shanshan's guardian, I'm not allowed, your right is with me, it's just empty talk." Mo Zhengyan's voice sank faintly, and his eyes were even harsher, "Fourth old, you are not allowed to visit Shanshan this year. It's up to you next year."
"You threaten me with Shanshan!" Mosnian grinned his teeth.
"Sue me, I'll wait for you." He returned his six words.
Mo Sinian's eyes were tightly closed, and Mo Zhengyan said, "After this incident, you should also learn what should be said and what should not be said."
Mo Sinian stared at him, but it was the first time he felt the coldness and cruelty of his elder brother.
He is the elder of the Mo family, the long-time prince, and the authority of the Mo family!