Quick Transmigration: I just want to hate the protagonist

Chapter 41 Green plums are not as good as white lotus【25】

But if you think about it carefully, you will understand.

This is because I value the opportunities that white ink may bring.

When Bai Mo came back, Bai Mu and Bai Ting were watching TV with the old lady in the living room, while Bai Father and Bai Brother were upstairs in the study.

As soon as Bai Mopu came in, he received two gazes, one with joy and excitement, and the other with scrutiny and meaning.

It belonged to Bai Mu and Mrs. Bai.

"He's back to Ji's house." Bai Mo changed his shoes at the entrance, greeted them both casually, and then went upstairs.

The smile on Mother Bai's face froze, she never expected Bai Mo to treat them with such an attitude, and her thoughts of relying on her daughter's beauty in her eyes were half cold.

Old Madam Bai's eyes never left her from the beginning to the end.

For the first time in so many years, she looked at this granddaughter squarely, and she put a big hat on Bai Mo's restlessness in her heart.

Mrs. Bai was the one who followed the old man to seize the inheritance rights. Even though she is older, her eyesight is still there, and the unruly energy in Bai Mo is completely different from before.

You still have to beat and beat, otherwise you will marry to Ji's family in the future, and you will be criticized by others, and you will lose the face of the Bai family.

She is an old antique with an extremely stubborn mind. She always feels that a woman should be submissive and gentle to her husband and raise her children. No matter it is her original temperament or Bai Mo's current temperament, she can't stand it. They are too tough.

She prefers Bai Ting's soft temperament, she can play with tricks, but if she can cry, she will be weak.

However, what Bai Ting did was not good enough. If she dared to use means, she had to deal with it well. Don't leave any excuses to discredit the Bai family.

A big reason why the original owner received indifference from the family in his previous life was probably this so-called grandmother.

Bai Mo doesn't have a good opinion of this old lady. She has always sneered at people who measure everything by profit. Although she loves money, a gentleman loves money in a proper way. Like the Bai family, they exchange their daughters for money. , What is the difference between a human trafficker?
It's just that the traffickers sell other people's children, and they sell their own children after plating a layer of gold.

The white ink room is dominated by ocean green, which is simple yet warm, and the detailed design can also show the meticulousness and romance of the little daughter's home.

But Bai Mo's focus is always on the big bed in the middle of the bedroom, it's soft enough!big enough!It's comfortable enough to lie down on!
But before Bai Mo could roll on it, Yan Xi's call came over.

"Baibai, I miss you."

The sweet and coquettish voice of a young man came from the mobile phone. Bai Mo rubbed his eyebrows, his head hurt. Did this guy get the wrong heroine's script?
"How long has it been?" It has only been ten minutes since she was sent to the door of Bai's house by him.

"Ten seven minutes and twenty-eight seconds, I can't stand it for a second, why don't we register tomorrow, so that you can come with me to Ji's house for the New Year."

"Get out!" Bai Mo rolled his eyes, the Civil Affairs Bureau is closed for Chinese New Year, let's lead the Northwest Wind.

Why haven't I seen him have so many problems before.

"Bai Bai, you don't know how much they go too far! The eldest brother brought a girl home and said that he will discuss getting married next year. Now I am the only single dog in the Ji family. They show off their affection in front of me every day. Bai Bai, look at how much I treat you. With a sincere heart, you accept me!"

"If you have nothing else to do, don't bother me!"

Yan Xi choked, and hung up the phone aggrieved.

Bai Mo threw the phone to the soft big bed, and couldn't help sighing.Back then, I wanted to buy a big bed that would fill a whole room, and I would roll on it every day when I got tired of typing. What a beautiful and comfortable day!
(End of this chapter)