My Previous Fraternal Twins

The master mother of Mohism snorted coldly, "as long as I want, there is nothing I can't get."

A moment later, she continued, "show me all those people. If anything goes wrong, I'll ask you."

"It's the master. I do business. Don't worry. You saved my life. Even if I die, I will complete this task." the man's voice sounded in her ear.

The movement on the hand of the master mother of the Mohist School stopped and said, "just know. There's nothing to do these days. Don't call me. Mo Zehai will come to the hospital to see Zichen later."

With that, he hung up the phone directly. As soon as the Mohist mother put away her mobile phone, she turned and saw the figure of Mo Zehai on the other side of the corridor.

He was followed by a woman wearing exposed clothes, who was clinging to the body of mose sea.

The plump figure rubbed against him intentionally or unintentionally, and Mo Zehai's big hands were dishonestly on her.

Looking at the scene in front of me, the master mother of Mohism held her mobile phone tightly. Because the screen could not bear the power, she made a "click...".

The woman around Mo Zehai is his favorite wife, named Su Qizhi.

She is the most irreconcilable woman with the master mother of Mohism.

In addition to getting the people and hearts of Mo Zehai, Su Qizhi also pulled her down from that position in front of the master mother of Mohism.

Therefore, what the master mother of Mohism can't see most is that Mo Zehai took Su Qizhi to see her son.

She turned and wanted to leave, but Su Qizhi's sharp eyes immediately found the master mother of Mohism at the end of the corridor. Her arm tightly held Mo Zehai's hand.

Point to the direction of the master mother of Mohism. Jiao didi said, "Zehai, look, is that your sister?"

Seeing that she could not hide, the master mother of Mohism put on a formulaic smile and walked towards them with elegant steps.

The graceful Mohist master's manner is completely different from Su Qizhi's charming feeling.

This makes Mo Zehai suddenly feel different about the master mother of Mohism, and his eyes can't be moved on her.

Mo Zehai has to admit that the figure ratio of the master mother of the Mohist school is very good, and the years have left no trace on her, which makes her look more intellectual and beautiful.

When Su Qizhi saw that his eyes were almost on the master mother of Mohism, she said with a fake smile, "sister, long time no see."

Hearing her charming voice, Mo Zehai immediately recovered. He coughed and said with a smile, "Wan Xian is more and more able to dress up now. This dress is very good."

The master mother of the Mohist School listened to what they said, stopped, ignored Su Qizhi directly, and said to Mo Zehai with a smile, "yes, if it weren't for the five-year election, I'm afraid I'd almost forget what my husband looks like."

After hearing this, Mo Zehai immediately laughed and reached forward to take her in his arms: "Wan Xian is really more and more joking. It's not your word to see me. How did you say that?"

The master mother of Mohism kept away from Mo Zehai's arm and glanced lightly at Su Qizhi.

Said without pain or itch, "I'm not one of those no three no four women outside. Don't take that set to me."

After saying that, the eyes of the master mother of Mohism did not forget to glance at Su Qizhi.

Su Qizhi was not a bully at all. Knowing what she meant, she immediately grabbed Mo Zehai's wrist and said coquettishly, "Zehai, sister, she scolded you for being rude."

Mo Zehai pretended to be angry and patted Su Qizhi's hand. He taught: "ah, Qiqi is a family. How can you talk like this? Apologize to Wan Xian."

"No, I can't stand it." Rong Wanxian's eyes swept over her coldly.

Seeing this, Mo Zehai no longer said anything, but looked around him and asked, "didn't you say Zichen woke up? Which ward is he in now?"

Rong Wanxian's eyes scraped one of Su Qi's eyes and said casually, "since you still have something to do, you'd better see Zichen another day. I don't want him to faint when he woke up."

"Isn't it the same that Qiqi will wait at the door?" Mo Zehai began to pinch when they met, and couldn't help but have a headache.

After hearing this, Su Qizhi tooted his pink mouth and said, "Zehai, I'm waiting outside alone. I'm afraid."

Seeing this, Rong Wanxian turned and prepared to leave.

Mo Zehai's face immediately pulled down, turned back and said to Su Qizhi, "go back to the hotel yourself first."

Su Qizhi's footsteps paused.

Seeing that he was a little angry, although she was unwilling, she still bit her lips and pretended to be clever and said, "I know, Zehai, you'll come back early."

Looking at the two people far away, Su Qi stamped his feet in anger and silently remembered today's events in his heart.

Su Qizhi stood in place until the figure of Mo Zehai disappeared. She turned angrily and left.

When Rong Wanxian saw that Mo Zehai left Su Qizhi for herself, the corners of her mouth quietly aroused a smile.

Listening to the footsteps of Mo Zehai behind her, when she was close to her, Rong Wanxian deliberately twisted her feet.

"Ah..." she exclaimed and fell aside.

Moze Haiyan quickly took a big step forward, stretched out his hand and held her directly in his arms. He bowed his head and said with a gentleman's smile: "when can you learn to walk without falling down?"

"Anyway, no one loves to fall to death." Rong Wanxian's words showed a trace of coquetry.

It is said that men have a desire to conquer. Seeing such a high-ranking woman as the master mother of Mohism conquered by herself, Mo Zehai's face flashed a happy look.

"I'm distressed. What can I do if I fall?" his ambiguous words and broad palm gently touched her waist.

Rong Wanxian's body was stunned.

But in order to please the man in front of her, she put an arm around his neck and said, "I'm not serious."

With that, she wanted to stand up.

But as soon as her feet touched the ground, Rong Wanxian's face showed a look of pain: "ah..."

She let out a low wail.

Mo Zehai immediately came forward and looked worried and said, "your foot is swollen. I'll take you to see a doctor."

Then he came forward and directly held the woman in his arms.

But Rong Wanxian stretched out her hand and pushed him. She said with a low smile, "don't make trouble. It's bad for others to look like this."

"And Zichen knows you're coming and has been waiting for you in the ward. Let's go in and have a look at him first." Rong Wanxian's face was ruddy.

Seeing her shy appearance in bud, a touch of warmth rose in Mo Zehai's heart.