Chapter 61

Shen Chengjing hasn't answered yet. Mo Yanchen follows her closely and answers for her.

"We are married."

At this time, the people who were drinking tea and talking all stopped. They couldn't believe their ears.

At this time, I saw a 60 year old woman, wearing a black and red cheongsam, coming down from the upstairs. When she heard this sentence, her feet were empty and she almost fell down.

"Grandma, be careful." Mo Yanchen stepped forward quickly and supported her.

Lin Qinghui holds Shen Chengjing's hand and looks down at her stomach with great force: "can't it be? Do you want to get on the bus first and make up the ticket later? It's a good ticket. It's a good ticket. "

She said that Shen Chengjing was so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole to get in.

"San Er, are you really married?" Grandma Ye Feng couldn't believe it. She was so excited that she almost fainted. She was helped by Mo Yanchen and sat down on a pear chair.

Housekeeper Zhou brought her a cup of ginseng tea. She took a sip of it before she recovered.

"Really?" The Ye family is always in charge of the family. Mo Yan asks in a deep voice. His deep eyes sweep over Shen Chengjing. He doesn't express his attitude and looks pale.

"Well."

"Come up with me." Mo Yan gets up and goes to the second floor alone. Mo Yanchen looks at Shen Chengjing and gives her a reassuring look.

Shen Chengjing is pulled to sit down, but Lin Qinghui still feels that she hasn't seen enough.

"My little grandson." She stares at Shen Chengjing's stomach and is happy as she sees it.

"Mother, we're not ready yet."

Ye Feng sat there, drinking ginseng tea, and waved: "come here, sit next to grandma."

"Yes, grandma." She stepped forward and sat beside her.

Mo house is more active than you think, not as you think. It's not like the Shen family. Every time the Shen family comes in, there seems to be nothing else but hot and cold satire.

"Shen Chengjing? Shen family gold Ye Feng seems to be very interested in her. Although she is old, she has a clear mind. Naturally, she can penetrate people's hearts.

"More than ten years ago, when my parents died, I was no longer the gold of the Shen family." She described it in a soft voice. Although she had talked about it for so many years, she felt sorry every time.

Distant memory, always so unforgettable, so pure, so beautiful.

"Shen? Isn't it Shen? " At this time, the man sitting quietly and drinking tea spoke in a deep voice.

He was dressed in a silver gray suit, his face was as handsome as a knife carving, his manners were all gentle, and his voice was bright and comfortable to listen to. It's the opposite of Mo Yanchen's breath

"Yes." Shen didn't expect that he would know. At this time, she knew that this should be the legendary Mohist.

"Who is Shen Zhicai?"

"It's my uncle." She carefully answered, very uneasy in the heart.

Mo Yan had two sons: Mo Chengwu, the eldest, and Mo qieyong, the second. Mo Yanchen is mo Chengwu's son, while Mo Sanmiao is mo qieyong's son. Mo qieyong has another daughter who is studying abroad.

Mo Sanmiao is bigger than Mo Yanchen, and Mo Yanchen once had a big brother who died of illness when he was young. Therefore, Mo Yanchen is called the third son because he ranks third.

"It seems to be the real gold of the Shen family." Mo Sanmiao said in a deep voice.

Shen Zhicai inherited his brother's property to achieve today's success, but no one knows that there is still Shen Chengjing. It's really sad.

"It seems that it has something to do with it." Li Ruyan sat there, gently flicking his fingers, lazily lifting his eyes and looking at Shen Chengjing: "it seems that it's far from being worthy of our Mohist school."

"I think it's good." Lin Qinghui likes Shen Chengjing as much as she thinks.

And Shen Chengjing's heart is raised, she can hear that these people don't seem to like her very much, even don't approve. It's just a walk, but it makes her feel depressed.