Chapter 22: God of Wealth fortune (2)

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The sound of firecrackers welcoming the New Year in Wangjing City hasn't stopped, and Moruofei has the urge to kill. He looked around and shouted sharply: "The backyard mother sent more staff to watch the night! Jian Sheng recruited all the nursing homes to visit the mansion! Mo Bo arranged for the manager to go to the doctor!"
Who is involved in the fireworks? Is it for him, or for not to give up? Moruo Fei's face was gloomy, and he looked down and saw that Bu Qi was frowning tightly, and his tears were all over his face. He subconsciously tightened his arms as if he could protect her.
"It would be nice if you spilt the silver ticket!" Do not abandon the complaint, only to feel pain all over the body, holding Morofei's shirt no more silence.
"Be patient, the doctor will be here in a moment." Moruofei let out a sigh of relief when she heard her speak, and strode towards the backyard.
Arriving at the Lingbo Pavilion, Linggu and other servants who followed immediately hurriedly took over and inspected the wound.
In the sky, fireworks that occasionally disappeared in the dark appeared silently and disappeared silently. Moruofei pressed his lips tightly and watched silently. Do not give up, will she be like those fireworks? Gorgeous blooming, disappeared instantly? The teeth tightened unconsciously, causing the muscles on the cheeks to twitch. Why is he angry? Why do you see her painful? Just because of fear of the Seven Kings blaming? Moruofei looked complicatedly outside the Lingbo Museum. The most important thing right now is nothing else. He turned his head irritably and stared at the closed door. He also took a deep breath at the same time he heard the voice of not whispering pain. Only by imitating it can you suppress the sadness that has risen from your chest.
A few moments later, Ling Gu came out of the room and reported: "Some parts of the lady were bruised and bruised, and no bones were hurt. Master rest assured."
Moruofei let out a sigh of relief: "The waiter is waiting, the doctor will be there in a moment."
After saying this, he realized that his hands clenched into fists somehow. What he worried about did not happen. If he fell down and broke his bones, if he poked his internal organs and caused internal bleeding, he would not be able to do it even if he knew the operation. Moruofei secretly rejoiced. In the corner of the eye, Yu Guang suddenly saw a maid standing in the courtyard. She was wearing a green cloth and floral jacket, her face was anxious, and she kept looking at the room.
The four maidservants who served at the Lingbo Pavilion had been seen by his own eyes. How could this maidservant behave like this? Moruofei's eyes became cold, and she quickly grabbed her wrist and snapped: "Who are you?"
"Ah! It hurts! Master, I'm Qing'er girl in the kitchen!" Qinger shouted in pain as if his wrist had been cut off.
Qinger? The kitchen? Moruo Fei relaxed slightly and asked suspiciously: "What are you doing with Lingbo Museum?"
Qing'er sobbed and said, "Miss just fell down and happened to fall on the slave girl. I hugged the lady."
Mo Ruofei remembered the maid who was pressing on him. He released his hand and asked, "Can there be any injuries?"
"Back to the young master, the slave-maid happened to be standing by the base of the Panlongtai. The copper coins didn't seem to be shot down and didn't hit the slave-maid. She scratched a little when she rolled. Qinger was worried about her, so she came with the young master "Qing'er touched her wrist and bit her lip lightly, and her tears hung on her sharp and delicate chin. She was a beautiful little girl. There was dirt on his cheeks, a bruise on his forehead, and a trace of blood.
She stood in grievance in front of Moruofei. With his head down, he couldn't help leaning his head to see the movement in the house.
Moruo Fei stared at her coldly and said, "Look at your age of only fifteen or sixteen. A girl in a kitchen has such a brilliant look, such an anxiety, this kind of courage? I think you are a spy who mixes into Mofu! "It was only then that he had slapped it in the palm of his hand."
The moment Qinger raised his head in amazement, Moruofei had hit his shoulder. She fell on the ground fiercely, sweating with pain, and only crying strugglingly: "Master, I am not a spy! No!"
Without trying you, how do I know if you are? Mo Ruofei smiled across his lips and said lightly, "Get up. Just try you."
"Thank you young master." Qing'er choked. She struggled to her shoulders and stood silently beside Moruofei, tears dripping down.
The tears hung on the beautiful face, and the bruise between the forehead exuded a charm. Moruofei impulsively wanted to comfort her. At this time, there was a flash of light and shadow, and from afar came Mo Bo's calm voice: "Master, my wife came to see the young lady."
Moruofei hurried forward. Mrs. Mo was well-dressed, dressed in a wind-hair cloak, and looked calm. She asked slowly, "Is it serious?"
Mo Ruofei sighed softly, and said with a warm voice: "Don't give up nothing. Mother don't worry. You don't have to be cold, Tianhan."
Mrs. Mo sighed: "How can the mother fall asleep for such a big thing. Let me go in and see."
Mo Ruofei helped her to walk into the house, turned her head and said to Mo Bo: "Let the doctor see the Qinger's injury. This girl is very clever and protects her. Don't abandon it. Go to the Lingbo Hall to wait for the lady . "
His last sentence was to Qing'er. Upon hearing this sentence, Qinger's eyes showed surprise. She wiped her tears and said aloud: "Thank you Master! Qing'er will definitely wait for Miss."
Mo Ruofei smiled slightly, and could not help but smile when Qinger saw his infatuation. Ben's somewhat heavy heart could not help but briskly.
Through the gauze, I could see that I was lying on the bed wearing a white coat. The doctor wrote the prescription and handed it to Linggu, and said with a smile: "It's a blessing that the lady fell from the height of three feet without hurting her bones. There were many injuries on her body, which were dispelled with the blood-activating medicine and wine. Just medicine. "
After sending the doctor away, Mrs. Mo asked softly across the tent: "Do not give up, is it better now?"
Lonicera took up the veil and did not give up trying to sit up. Mrs. Mo stopped her quickly and said softly: "Don't get up, lie down."
Without answering her question, she turned to the beginning and told the four maidservants: "Do you remember everything the doctor said? Linggu, go and tell the kitchen to cook soup for the lady every day. Well serve the lady."
Four maidservants bowed down.
Mrs. Mo said coldly: "Yishan, check carefully, and carefully check from the delivery to the handling person."
Oops, he yelled and said anxiously: "It was made by a little man. I stood on a high place and saw clearly. When everyone squeezed into Panlongtai, he stepped back. His eyes looked terrible to me I just let go and fell. If I do n’t let go, I will definitely be hit by the shot copper coins. So close distance ... "She shivered in fear. If she didn't let go and fell, the flying copper wire would definitely make her a living target.
A little fellow who stepped back from the crowd? Mo Ruofei asked doubtfully: "See clearly? What does he look like?"
Bu Yi tried to recall: "It's not tall, he looks very ordinary, his face is thin, his cheekbones are tall. He is wearing the clothes of Fuzhong Xiaoyu."
Mo Ruofi thought for a while and thought: "The Fuzhong Xiaotu has over a hundred, and I can't remember the appearance of no other features. Tomorrow, the Fuzhong Xiaotu is concentrated for you to see. Maybe not the people in the house, but the people from the outside mixed in. . "
Mrs. Mo sighed: "The guards on duty in the Fuzhong did not find any suspicious people. If you can get into Mofu, you may have run away while the yard was in chaos. It is not necessarily necessary. Strengthen your guard anyway. Don't give up, you are born Recuperate. Yishan, help me back to the room. "
Back at Mrs. Mo's residence, Moruofei ordered his maid to go out. He covered the door and saw Mrs. Mo sitting in front of the dressing table slowly removing the flowers from his head. She looked calm and behaved gracefully. As if nothing happened tonight.
Moruofei couldn't help but whispered, "Mother, don't give up or be a child!"
Mrs. Mo froze. The jade jade long hairpin in his hand was tightly gripped, and he slammed across the mahogany dressing table, breaking into two pieces. She tossed the hairpin, and the crisp impact sounded like it broke the glass across the past, exposing the hatred in her heart to her son. Mrs. Mo's eyes were slightly red, and her gaze flicked coldly across Moruofei's face. She snapped and said sharply, "What are you talking about?"
Moruofei took a deep breath and said, "Isn't it the mother?"
Mrs. Mo hummed: "Why should I kill her ?!"
"Because she is Xue Fei's daughter!" Moruo Fei blurted out.
If Moruofei's previous accusation broke her long-held thoughts, let the crusted wound bleed again. In this sentence, Mrs. Mo's heart was swept off with a knife, and she had to cover her empty chest, breathing heavily. Anxiety, embarrassment, pain and grief gushed from the half-open mouth.
She leaned back against the dressing table, her body trembling like the fallen leaves blown by the autumn wind, and she groaned like a sigh in her throat: "Did you ... know?"
Seeing her suffering and embarrassment, Moruofei lowered her head. He whispered, "My mother has forgotten? People have always said that I am a child prodigy. I was in charge of Mofu Qianzhuang at the age of ten, and participated in the bidding of Neiku on behalf of Mofu at the age of 13. At the age of 15, I expanded the business of Mofu from Qianzhuang to Wang. Among the various industries in Beijing. When I was five years old, I actually knew a lot of things. "
"That Xue Fei ..." Mrs. Mo looked at her son in surprise. She really does not understand her son, does he know anything? Does he even know that she secretly sent someone to destroy Xue Fei's family?
Moruofei looked at her quietly and said decisively: "God's will let her family die."
Mrs. Mo saw tolerance and composure in his eyes. She burst into tears and reached out, breathing in Moruofei's clothes.
Mo Ruofei gently hugged her, and stroked her hand from Madam Mo's hair. Mrs. Mo's thin and trembling body, and the few strands of silver in her hair made him feel distressed. The panic and cold heart in this body when awakened were eliminated by Mrs. Mo's anxious tears and true love. He had no parents in his previous life, he vowed to treat her as a real mother. Can he not tolerate her? He even became hostile to his father.
With such great wealth, with a beautiful and affectionate wife, with such a beautiful and smart son. Father doesn't know how to cherish. In the past life, even if he had only one, he would be happily awake to dream.
He vowed that when his father died, he vowed to take good care of his mother for life.
Perhaps, in his bones, he was a cold man. He didn't care if his mother destroyed Xue Fei's family. He didn't care about his mother's revenge on the beautiful woman who made him sigh. He had only himself in mind, only the woman who gave him his motherly love.
However, tonight he annoys his mother. He was horrified when he saw the fireworks turn into explosives. Seeing that he wouldn't fall from the three-foot-high Panlongtai, he wished that Risheng's wings could take her into his arms. Hearing a cry of pain from her, it seemed as if the copper coins had hit her. He whispered: "I don't give up 13 years old, she was abandoned for 13 years. She is still a child who knows nothing."
Mrs. Mo pushed him away sneeredly, "but she is the daughter of that bitch! How can you bring her into Mofu, how can I make her look at her every day, and make me pretend Become a kind mother? "
Her hair bun spread out and her head was covered with blue silk. The thin green muscles between the foreheads were beating to the extreme, and the patience was extremely extreme.
Moruofei was knocked down by his mother's sorrow. He couldn't bear to move forward two steps and hugged her back in his arms again. This is his mother who gave him loved ones for 13 years. Why didn't he think she would be so stimulated to see that she wouldn't give up? He said softly, "I was also forced by the Seventh King. Thirteen years later, my mother was still so bitter. If you know, even if you offend the Seventh King, I will never take her back to the house."
The gentle hug and words disintegrated Mrs. Mo's anger. She thumped Mo Ruofei's chest and cried in a collapsed manner: "Even if the mother has the heart to kill her, she is by no means an ignorant woman. Doesn't the mother know that if you hurt the flower and don't give up, you offend the Seventh King? If it's too late, how can you kill her in front of everyone? How can you accuse me of that bitch's daughter? "
You will not kill her in front of everyone, but you still want to kill her in your heart. This recognition made Moruofei sad. However, his mother's cry also affected his hidden heart. He didn't say anything, just patted Mrs. Mo's back gently, warming his mother with his arms.
The sound of firecrackers gradually disappeared, and the new year came quietly.
Mrs. Mo gradually cried and tired, and fell asleep.
He helped her to go to bed, carefully covering her with a quilt. The candle shed tears silently, and Mo Ruofei sat quietly at the bed watching his mother's haggard sleep. He asked himself questioningly, only because of the Seven Kings, did he care so much about the safety?
She was just a strange woman who had the chance to meet each other, but let his indifferent heart care about her? He remembered that Tianmenguan turned back to save her in spite of safety, and remembered the distress when she knew that Jiansheng Guan was in her firehouse. Moruofei rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers, and his headaches could not understand the inexplicable emotion.
Perhaps, he really shouldn't take her back to Mofu. So far, he can only let her stay in the house safely.
Who are the hands and feet not made by mother? New problems came out of his mind. Moruofei quickly put aside his doubts about not giving up and seriously thinking about this issue.
Whether it was against him or against not giving up, it was all against Mo Fu.
He remembered the ambush that Tianmenguan received and the hostility conveyed by the sword sound. He vaguely felt that a storm was coming to Mofu.
The window paper gradually changed from dark to bright. Mo Ruofei suddenly thought that the Seventh Prince would send someone to give up gifts in the New Year, and even look for opportunities to visit. If he knew that he wouldn't give up his injuries, he would move to Mofu again. The advent of non-discarding has complicated the situation. At this point, he can never give up his efforts.