MTL - The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You-Chapter 21 This is the Royal Garden, not the Mohist

Chapter 21 This is the Royal Garden, not the Mohist School.

Just after noon, the warm season took medicine under the supervision of Mo Jingshen. Although it did not burn, the cold medicine added another grain to her.

This caused her to sleep again in the afternoon, and when she woke up, the sky was still bright, but it was near evening.

The room was quiet, the season warmed up and went out, did not see the figure of Mo Jingshen, thinking that he was in the study, turned to the study, did not find anyone.

"Mrs., you wake up." The maid heard the voice and came over: "Are you looking for Mr. Mo?"

The warmth of the season looked back at the maid, not only did not see the ink Jingshen, even Chen Hao did not.

"Ink has gone to the company?"

Is it that the company has something urgent to need him in the past?

"Mr. Moh greets guests downstairs."

"The guests?"

In addition to the privilege of the previous period, I often come here for the seasons, and there are no other relatives and friends who will come here.

The elders of Jijia and Moh have never been here for the past six months. If they want to see them, they usually ask them to go back instead of coming to the Royal Garden.

So where are the guests coming from?

However, since someone came, the warmth of the season is now not suitable for wearing the pajamas. She saw the servant turning around and going to work. She simply went back to the room to change her clothes and looked at her mentally. The situation is better, and I went out again.

Just walked down the ladder, who did not see who it was, only heard the voice of a woman: "Depth of field, you should be very busy now? You have rarely returned to the Mohist family recently, hey, there are so many things at home. Waiting for you to take over, but your child is too young to stand on his own, and the Mohist company in the US also needs..."

The voice suddenly stopped because of the warmth of the season, and the bitter tone of the bitterness turned into a mocking tone: "Miss Ji Da is waking up? It really grew up being spoiled and raised, usually not working. It’s just a matter of staying at home, and it’s so late every day, it’s really a miserable lady!”

"She is ill, I let her eat the medicine and continue to sleep until now." Mo Jingshen looked to the season warm.

The season warmed up and found the people, walked over: "Auntie, I am embarrassed, the servant did not tell me that you are here."

This is Mo Jingshen’s aunt, Mo Peilin, who is the daughter of the younger brother’s brother. It can only be regarded as a distant relative, but the relationship between the old generations of the old man is familiar, so the following young people are also based in Haicheng. I also often meet at the Mohkan banquets.

Meppelin did not seem to hear the warmth of the season, only a cool look gave her a look.

"Don't care which is the baby's daughter. If you enter the Mohist family, you can't treat it here as your own home. There is no rule or courtesy. Depth of field, you have to manage it, you can't be so indulgent."

Ink and deep eyebrows are faint: "This is the Royal Garden, not the Mohist, she does not need to follow any rules."

"That doesn't work either, although it's not an old age now, but if the Moh's daughter-in-law has always been so ignorant, always so lazy, it's too disappointing!"

Ink deep and cold smile, ignoring her obvious bad come, see the season warm still standing there did not move, whispered: "Standing not tired? Come sit down."

The season warmed up and smiled, and I walked obediently, so I sat down beside him in the face of Mo Peilin.

Seeing that they were sitting so close, it was ugly to see a few words from the appearance of the ink.

The daughter Mo Jiaxue, who is sitting next to the ink philippine, also received the eyes, and the expressions did not look very pleasant.

Chen Hao took a good cup of tea brought back from the Moh family before the pot, and left the hot water on the coffee table under the direction of Mo Jingshen.

“It’s better?” Mo Jingshen poured a cup of hot water to the season. She is now a cold and can’t drink tea.

"This day, except eating and sleeping, I feel really much better now." Ji Wen smiled and sat next to him, as if he didn't see the face that was more unsightly to the mother and daughter.

"Do you know that you are sleeping in addition to eating? What do you like to be lazy? Depth of field has been married to you for more than half a year. I haven't seen you back to the Mohist family until now. I don't know if we are still single." I was ignored. Half a day, Meppelin rolled her eyes. "Miss Ji is really cute enough. If you have a small illness, you can let Shen Shen put down the company's affairs and take care of you at home."

The season warmed her eyes and looked at her: "Auntie, there is still more than a week from the grandfather's 80th birthday. I am going to go back to see him when he is old."

"If you live in the life of the old man, if you don't go back again, you are afraid that you will not have to enter the door of the Mohist again in the future!" Meppelin sneered.

The warmth of the seasons provokes a good-looking eyebrow, and the tone is slow: "The old man is already busy enough. I don't go back. Isn't it also to make his old man a little quieter?"

Meppelin’s expression was stiff and her eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

The meaning of the warm season is that they are relatives who can't be beaten by the usual eight poles. In order to hug the thighs of the Mo family, the old man and the old man are all short of the family, so that the old man has no quiet time. ?

"Oh! You really still have to go back very well, save the Mohist family and have to look at your face!" Murpline's face is a little embarrassed, and the tone is also very rushing: "I don't know which depth of the depth of the field is the evil. I am on you!"

Mo Jingshen frowned because of the tone and tone of the ink, and the eyebrows were cold.

The sound of Mopelin was then increased by a few decibels: "At the beginning, you didn't know how to be good. When you got married, you didn't have a good face. There is no news in your stomach until now. I don't think you really want to live! Then what do you still occupy the name of Mrs. Me? Hurry up and forget, and we are free! There are so many good girls who want to marry him! Such a big sea city, worthy of our deep-seated ladies and daughters There are thousands of tens of thousands!"

Mo Jingshen suddenly opened his mouth and his tone was indifferent: "Chen Chen, give away."

Hearing the coldness and thin anger between his words, the seasons did not scream, but he took the initiative to put his hand in his palm, gently pressed his palm, meaning that he would not care about these words.

Mopelin did not intend to leave at all, sitting on the sofa refused to leave: "Deep depth, I have not finished talking about it! I deliberately went to Moh today, and they said that you did not go to the company today! To be self-reliant, it is of course more important for the company, but you are actually taking care of the season at home!"

"It's light and heavy, I have my own size, I don't need to show my aunt to play this heart." Mo Jingshen still looks cold, and the initial politeness has disappeared.

"I used to be an elder, and I didn't want to sit here and say such a ugly thing, but isn't she feeling a fever? Isn't it serious? Is it so special to accompany her? I see her for you." I don’t care what you care about for him!"

(End of this chapter)