Chapter 18:

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Yang Bai is an old solid wood man, and everyone around him joked that old Yang had been blessed for eight lifetimes before marrying such a good wife He Bilian, gave him a beautiful and clever daughter, a son with a tiger head and a brain, and he also started A small company with a prosperous life.
He Bilian is not a voluptuous woman, but she is exquisite, and she can be relaxed and happy with anyone. This is probably the reason why people have long been with Tang parents.
Others said that in fact, they are jealous of Lao Yang, his looks are ordinary, his family is ordinary, his talents are ordinary, but just because of marrying a good wife, life has started smoothly, surpassing many people at once.
After listening to others' comments, Lao Yang didn't quite understand why He Bilian would marry himself. At first, someone introduced me to a blind date. He came and went to find that He Bilian made him feel very comfortable and relaxed. The two soon talked about marriage.
Lao Yang himself has a hidden disease, physiological / no / lift, he dare not tell others, but in the face of such a kind He Bilian, he was reluctant to harm others, and finally told her the truth a few days before marriage.
Old Yang was already ready to welcome He Bilian's humiliation and divorce, but unexpectedly, He Bilian did not. He Bilian was a little shocked at first, then quickly relieved. Lao Yang still remembers that it was raining that day, and He Bilian's voice was very gentle, and the sound of raindrops "plopped" was very pleasant.
He Bilian held Lao Yang's hand and comforted him: "This problem doesn't matter. We will treat it slowly and it will always be cured. I love you because I love you and love you for me. We can be test-tube babies, We can still have children. "
At that time, Lao Yang experienced the luck of dropping pies in the sky for the first time, and could not believe what he heard.
But everything in the fact is indeed as He Bilian said. Old Yang went to the hospital to artificially extract the sperm, combined with He Bilian's egg, and then implanted in He Bilian's womb. More than nine months later, Lao Yang experienced the ecstasy of his first husband.
He never expected to have his own children, but now it is realized, it is He Bilian brought him.
He cherishes this little family very much. If this is a dream, he hopes never to wake up.
At the end of the day's ordinary work, old Yang drove home and pushed open the door. He Bilian had already cooked a bright and delicious dinner, set it on the table, and shouted with a smile: "Come back? Eat soon. Siri, go and call my sister to come eat!"
The family sat at the table with pleasure, and He Bilian answered a phone call halfway.
When He Bilian sat back at the table, Yang Siyu casually asked, "Mom, who?"
He Bilian's eyes reflected the restaurant lights: "My friend called me to do SPA."
The chopsticks of Lao Yang Jiacai paused.
Yang Siyu is strange: "What spa to do at night?"
"You don't get it. After finishing the SPA at night, go directly to sleep, and the skin can be better maintained."
"Then I will go too."
He Bilian smiled undiminishedly: "Where do young people's skin need to be so tender? Only an old lady like us should do it."
Yang Siyu filled another bowl of soup: "I'll just say it casually. Every time I'm with my mom's friends, they are urging me to find a boyfriend quickly, and I'm so annoyed."
He Bilian: "The aunts are for you. Hey, yes, who did you see on the Xinyu engagement dinner that day? I'll go and talk to Si Rui godmother and let her introduce."
Yang Siyu grunted his mouth and inserted the rice in the bowl weakly with chopsticks: "Mom, you saw the situation that day, and there is such a big deal, who still thinks about it."
He Bilian slowed down the speed of scooping soup and stopped for a moment: "It's okay, there will be a chance in the future, and then look at the eyes seriously."
After eating, Lao Yang was responsible for washing the dishes. He stood by the kitchen window and watched He Bilian's car downstairs leave the community for a long time before pulling up the curtains.
Early the next morning, Yang Siyu came to the kitchen with a lazy stretch and shouted briskly: "Mom, early! What time did you come back last night?"
He Bilian brought the hot milk to the table: "It's a little late to talk. You will fall asleep when I come back."
Yang Siyu: "You guys can really talk too. Can you talk about the flowers every time you don't talk about those topics?"
He Bilian is funny: "It's not big or small! By the way, where do you want to go for graduation internship?"
Yang Siyu drew a toast, and swallowed: "I haven't thought about it yet. I want to see where I'm free and go where I get more wages."
"Hey, your wishful thinking is playing loudly." He Bilian clicked her daughter, "Want to go to Mo Shi?"
When Yang Siyu heard "Mo's" eyes lit up, he immediately renewed his spirit: "Mom, do you have a way? Of course it's okay to go to Mo's. Many of my classmates really want to go, but they have been brushed down after casting their resumes."
He Bilian: "Are there rumors that you are in love with Mo Shao? I will ask your aunt Lin Tong someday to see if I can help."
Yang Siyu also saw this gossip and asked mysteriously: "Mom, is the rumor true? I saw Mo Shao looks handsome at the engagement banquet that day, but unfortunately it was a crippled, white blind. appearance."
He Bilian ripped a piece of toast down: "Women marrying is nothing more than marrying someone who can live for themselves and protect themselves from the wind and rain. Happiness is earned by yourself. You sit at home and want to wait for happiness to roll over, Dreaming is faster. "
Yang Siyu's eyes rolled back: "Is it like my mother? Did your mother win your father?"
He Bilian shook her fingertips imperceptibly, and looked at the daughter of Mingye Haoya: "Yes, now our good life is all that our mother had fought for."
Yang Siyu was greatly encouraged: "Okay, I'm going to the Mo's. Apart from a cripple, there are so many children and grandchildren with the surname Mo, maybe you can see it right."
He Bilian smiled and said: "Okay, I'll ask your aunt Lin Tong later."
The top floor of the Moss Group Building.
Mo Yifan pushed open the office that he had not stepped in for a long time, and walked to the desk with a touch wheelchair, scanned his fingerprints, and the drawer opened.
Tang Xinyu was wondering what kind of pen would make Mo Yifan stubbornly request to sign a contract. He stretched his neck and looked at it for a long time before Mo Yifan pulled out a common black pen from the drawer. The golden one The nib is embossed with a simple pattern.
Mo Yifan saw that she wanted to see it and handed it over: "Take a look."
Tang Xinyu joked: "Will I destroy its spiritual power when I touch it?"
Mo Yifan: "It's just a pen."
Tang Xinyu: "... I don't know who insisted on signing with this pen in life and death yesterday."
Mo Yifan paused: "The sense of ceremony is very important."
Tang Xinyu returned the pen: "Oh, then quickly use the pen that is very important for the ceremony to sign the word."
Mo Yifan squeezed the pen and put it down again: "I still read the agreement again, would you like to confirm it again?"
"The agreement was written by myself. I have read it several times, and my back can be memorized." Tang Xinyu questioned, "Aren't you trying to repent now?"
Mo Yifan looked at the agreement spread before him with a solemn expression.
Tang Xinyu couldn't help but feel a little irritable. Yesterday, he hailed Haikou in front of his grandfather's uncles. He wanted to marry Mo Yifan home. Now his trousers were taken off, and he wouldn't do anything to withdraw his troops. Was Tang Xinyu shameless?
"Hey, we said well yesterday, but you need to be a little contractual spirit." Tang Xinyu directly opened Mo Yifan's palm, grabbed the pen and stuffed it into his hand, "It's not a sale contract, my girl's house It ’s not like this, why do you want to be a grievance that has been forced into prostitution? "
Mo Yifan: "But, I think ..."
Tang Xinyu firmly covered Mo Yifan's mouth with his hand: "No, you don't want to!"
Mo Yifan was so covered in his mouth that he quickly signed his name on the last page of the agreement. As soon as his pen stopped, he was snatched by Tang Xinyu, and then signed his name.
Mo Yifan, who was sitting with his back to Tang Xinyu, looked at the two side-by-side names, his lips slightly tickled, and his eyes showed the excitement of the blood-thirsty wolf.
"Don't move, Mo Yifan!"
Tang Xinyu suddenly shouted.
Mo Yifan quickly cleared his face, leaving only the weak look in the wheelchair for a long time.
Tang Xinyu stepped forward to Mo Yifan, took an agreement on the table, then jumped far away, folded it carefully, and put it in his carry-on bag.
Mo Yifan squeezed the bones of his nose: "You are still afraid that I can't tear the agreement."
Tang Xinyu nodded unabashedly: "Be careful, one person holds one copy and keep each one separately." Tang Xinyu made up his mind to put it in his private safe.
Mo Yifan looked at her calf protection, like a little squirrel hiding winter pine nuts, smart and cute.
Tang Xinyu suddenly thought of something and said: "My mother received a call from He Bilian this morning and wanted to arrange for Yang Siyu to come to work in Mo's. You better stay away from her."
Mo Yifan's thumb habitually rubbed, with a playful smile in his eyes: "As soon as the agreement is signed, the wife's rights will begin to be fulfilled immediately?"
Tang Xinyu's cheeks were hot, pretending not to hear Mo Yifan's words, and emphasized again: "A straw bag beauty who wants to catch a gold turtle son, you can just stare. I'm gone."
Mo Yifan watched Tang Xinyu baby as if to report the carrying bag with the agreement, and left by elevator.
Lin Wensen came in: "Mo Shao."
Mo Yifan put his agreement neatly in the document bag and handed it to Lin Wensen: "Handed to Lawyer Wu, the document density is the highest level."
"Tell him to take good care of it, don't lose it." Mo Yifan added another sentence uneasy.
Lin Wensen's mouth twitched: "Mo Shao, you all told people that density is the highest level, and of course people are offering various monitoring code locks."
Lin Wensen, looking around, asked, "Mo Shao, do you need someone to clean the office?"
Mo Yifan raised his palm and gently brushed across the bookcase, a thin layer of fine gray stained his palm.
Flick a few times to shake off the fine dust.
Mo Yifan touched the wheelchair and came to the floor-to-ceiling window. The towering Moh Group building cast its shadow on the office building opposite, as if a monster had attempted to devour the surrounding competitors. Countless ant-like pedestrians and vehicles flow at the feet, no wonder the Mo family has so many people who can't help but secretly move.
Mo Yifan heard the long-lost sound of blood rushing into the blood vessel, and his heartbeat slammed against the eardrum.
It took a long time before Lin Wensen heard Mo Yifan speak.
"It's time to loose your muscles."
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