After four years of marriage, the military officer husband came back

At this moment, Mo Zhenzhen's brows were furrowed, her hands were clenched into fists, her eyes were wide open, and she was obviously extremely angry. She walked up quickly, raised her hand and pushed Mo Ya, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Mo Daya, Dad has already helped you quit the group. Who asked you to go find Minister Ma?"

She was so used to bullying Moya that some of her actions had become muscle memory. Just like now, even though she knew they were outside and there were people around, she still forcefully raised her hand and pushed Moya.

"Why can't I go to Minister Ma? You didn't get elected, but you tried to take my place. What's wrong with me going to Minister Ma to get my place back?"

Mo Ya, who was pushed, did not fight back. She looked at Mo Zhenzhen calmly and answered.

"You..." Mo Zhenzhen couldn't find the words to refute for a moment. She was already holding back her anger, and now she saw that the usually cowardly Mo Ya dared to talk back at her, which made her even angrier. She looked at Mo Ya with a ferocious look and ordered:

"I don't care. Go find Minister Ma right now and tell her you're not going to the art troupe!"

"Why?" Mo Ya glanced at her sideways, with a look of unprecedented strength in her eyes. She was completely different from the timid Mo Daya of the past.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't expect Mo Ya to dare to question her like this. She became furious and shouted:

"Why? Because you are living in our house and eating our rice!"

In Mo Zhenzhen's view, it was a great blessing for her that her family could take in Mo Daya, a stinky country girl, and let her live in their home.

She should work like a slave at home and be grateful to me. Not to mention asking her to give up her place to me, even if she is asked to die, she should do it.

"My last name is Mo too. Why can't I live in the Mo family's house?" Mo Ya asked in a cold voice. After that, she asked again:

"You said I ate your rice. That's the wrong thing to say. Since I started working, your mother has never given me a penny. I bought all the rice at home. Who is eating whose rice? Don't you know it?"

Mo Zhenzhen never expected that Mo Daya, who used to say nothing for two days, would be so sharp-tongued now. She responded to her questions in a roundabout way. She could no longer suppress her anger and cursed:

"You must have eaten a lot of my rice before you started working, right? We have raised you for so many years, but you don't even think about repaying us. You even teamed up with outsiders to scheme against me. Ha, you are really an ungrateful ungrateful person! You are a dog that can never be tamed!"

At this time, some people had gathered around. Everyone was looking at Mo Zhenzhen and Mo Ya, listening curiously to what they were arguing about.

Xia Guyu, who was standing by, clenched her fists unconsciously as she listened to Mo Zhenzhen's words of putting the blame on others. If Qing Ning hadn't told her about the plan beforehand, she would have definitely stood up and scolded Mo Zhenzhen.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Xia Qingning stood up and looked at Mo Zhenzhen and asked slowly:

"How did she scheme against you? It was obviously because you were incompetent and couldn't get into the art troupe, so you teamed up with your parents to snatch Moya's spot. So, she didn't do as you wished and took the initiative to give you the spot, so she became an ungrateful person in your mouth?"

When Mo Zhenzhen saw Xia Qingning speak up for Mo Ya, she immediately got angry. Not only did this woman steal Xiaoxiao's lover, but now she was interfering in her affairs. Mo Zhenzhen immediately pointed the finger at Xia Qingning and asked:

"Xia Qingning, what despicable means did you use to help that stinky girl Mo Daya snatch my spot?"

"Your quota?" Xia Qingning smiled as if she had heard a very funny joke and asked back:

"The art troupe has never accepted you from the beginning to the end. Haha, where did you get the quota? If you have a little self-respect, you should join the art troupe based on your own ability, instead of trying to steal other people's quotas like a thief, and then bite back when you fail! Who gave you the face?"

"You, you..." After hearing Xia Qingning's words and feeling the strange looks from the people around her, Mo Zhenzhen felt greatly insulted. She wanted to refute, but she couldn't say anything except the word "you".

Being surrounded by people and unable to argue with Xia Qingning, Mo Zhenzhen didn't want to waste any more time. She looked at Mo Ya again and said in a commanding tone:

"Mo Daya, I just want to ask you, are you going to the art troupe to quit today?"

"No." Moya said these two words with a cold face and very firm voice.

"Don't bother with her, Moya, let's go." Xia Qingning said as she pulled Moya and pretended to walk forward.

Mo Zhenzhen was angry and anxious, and immediately chased after him, blocking Mo Ya in front of him and scolding him:

"You must go to the art troupe today to quit. If you don't go, you'll have to get out of our Mo family!" Having said this, Mo Zhenzhen suddenly looked smug and continued:

"Haha, where can you live then?"

Mo Zhenzhen originally thought that she had completely controlled Mo Ya, but the next second she heard Mo Ya say very calmly:

"Don't worry, when I join the art troupe, the troupe will assign me a dormitory. Even if you beg me, I won't stay in the Mo family anymore."

After hearing Mo Ya's words, Mo Zhenzhen's expression changed instantly, and her eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness.

At this moment, Xia Qingning saw Lu Jingzhe and Su Xiangnan walking towards them from a distance. She was afraid that they would interfere in this matter and ruin her original plan, so she calmly touched Mo Ya with her shoulder.

Mo Ya received the signal, looked at Mo Zhenzhen and said:

"Mo Zhenzhen, don't you always think that you are better than me in every way? You are self-righteous and look down on me who comes from the countryside. Humph..." As she spoke, she made a disdainful and mocking sound from her nose:

"It's me who can join the art troupe now, not you!"

Mo Zhenzhen looked at the "arrogant" Mo Ya with endless anger. She clenched her hands into fists, her nails almost digging into her flesh, and asked sternly:

"Mo Daya, you dare to laugh at me? Who do you think you are? How dare you laugh at me?"

"Why can't I laugh at you?" Mo Ya's smile widened, and she suddenly leaned close to Mo Zhenzhen's ear, her voice not too loud, just enough for Mo Zhenzhen to hear clearly:

"Don't you know what your level is? You've studied violin for more than ten years, but your performance is as bad as sawing wood. Of course, the art troupe won't want you!"

"Mo Daya, what did you say? Say it again if you have the guts!" Mo Zhenzhen could not stand such contempt and insult, she felt like her lungs were about to explode.