The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

"Let go."

Mu Changying sat back on the sofa, crossed her legs, clenched the five fingers of her right hand, and tapped the back of her left hand carelessly.

"Okay ma'am, I'll let you go now."

Bai Mo carried Mo Lan and used strength in his hands to lift her steps a few centimeters off the ground.

At this time, he shrugged, blew a breath, and let go of his hand with a smile.

"boom--"

As soon as he let go of his hand, she fell to the ground again, landing on her butt and letting out a muffled groan.

Moran's face was twisted in pain, but he didn't dare to rub his butt openly in front of so many people.

She sat on the ground, her chubby face trembling, "Shi Chu, Chu'er, come and help mom..."

Rong Shichu went downstairs, ran over quickly, and carefully lifted her up.

However, her weight was too heavy, and it was extremely difficult for him to support her, and the injured hand dislocated again with a click.

"boom--"

Before Moran could stand firmly on his feet, he fell to the ground again, his whole body trembling, and his plump flesh was shaking violently.

"Well……"

Seeing this, Mu Changying raised her hand to block the smile at the corner of her mouth.

Moran fell hard, holding back the anger in his heart. When he heard a slight laugh, he immediately let out his anger.

She sneered, raised her finger and pointed at Mu Changying, roaring ferociously.

"The famous Madam Rong, do you still have the nerve to smile?"

"My son has been adopted by the second master for several years, and we have always been in peace, and the father and son get along happily.

But, how long have you entered Rong Mansion? My son was forced to move out.

You simply have evil intentions and a vicious heart. Xuyi drove away my son so that you could seize the second master’s property! "

Today, she must make a good judgment. Why should her well-behaved son be kicked out?

"..."

Rong Moyuan's eardrums hurt from the noise, and his brows furrowed into a small hill.

He stood up and sat next to Mu Changying, put his big hands on her slender and boneless waist, and brought her close to him.

He glanced coldly at Bai Mo who was watching the show and said, "Bai Mo, shut her mouth."

This is not a place for her to run wild, and Yingbao is not a place she can abuse at will.

"Okay."

Bai Mo nodded, picked up the rag on the table, squatted down and pinched Mo Lan's chin.

He pinched her mouth with his big hand and forcefully forced her to open it. The rag in his hand was about to be stuffed down.

Rong Shichu was so anxious that he endured the pain in his arm and knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Dad, please spare my mother. I didn't mean to do it. These mistakes are all my fault. I will bear the responsibility for her!"

His expression was sincere and his prayers were touching, but no one present was moved.

Mu Changying nestled in Rong Liyuan's arms, stroking the side of his face with her small hands, and glanced at Rong Shichu from the corner of her eyes.

"If I remember correctly...you are my son. Now calling someone else's mother, how does it sound like I'm being cheated on?"

The girl's voice was soft and glutinous, like a glutinous rice cake, sweet and greasy, but there was a hint of coldness in her clear eyes.

Rong Liyuan laughed angrily, moved his big palm up from her back, came to her little head and rubbed it.

"Yingbao, don't talk nonsense."

It's too late to love her, how could he fall in love with her?

"This is Rong Shichu's biological mother, the daughter-in-law of a branch of the Rong family. She has nothing to do with me."

"Okay, okay... of course I know you two are not related."

She is not stupid, of course she understands that A Yuan cannot have anything to do with Mo Lan.

Besides, this woman has a very deep memory~