Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Jiang Qing put his hand on Mo Yan's head.

This was a method she had recently discovered was very useful for Mo Yan.

"Grandpa sent flowers and asked someone to give them to me."

"Who?"

"...Zheng Yuan."

The next second, Jiang Qing was hugged tightly by Mo Yan.

Jiang Qing didn't like sitting on the sofa very much. She preferred the soft carpet, so she curled up her legs.

Mo Yan gently touched the anklet on her ankle, and he slightly let go of Jiang Qing as if he was sure of something.

"Qingqing, do you like me or Zheng Yuan?"

Perhaps it was because Mo Yan's eyes were too serious and persistent, or perhaps it was because the literary and artistic works that Xiao Qi showed Jiang Qing were really successful.

Jiang Qing couldn't help but raise her head and kiss him gently on the corner of his mouth.

"My uncle is different from him."

Mo Yan's breathing became heavier and heavier. He raised his hand as if he wanted to touch Jiang Qing's face, but withdrew his hand in mid-air and buried his head in the crook of Jiang Qing's neck.

This was the second kiss between them since the somewhat unreasonable kiss on Mo Yan's birthday.

It was also the first time Jiang Qing kissed him while fully sober.

His body was shaking slightly with excitement.

Jiang Qing heard his low laugh and his hot breath sprayed on his shoulders.

"My dear..."

Mo Yan straightened his body and then used his lips to trace Jiang Qing's eyebrows.

"My dear, you are mine."

He finally got what he wanted and possessed Jiang Qing's soft lips, going deeper and deeper.

Later, Su He took the flowers and gently placed them on the shelf next to the door of Mo Yan's office.

A whole bunch of pink camellias stood there alone.

*

Mo Yan has been planning since Jiang Yun discovered his affair with Jiang Qing.

Jiang's father and mother have also returned. He and Jiang Qing haven't seen each other for a long time.

At that time, he was sitting in a high-rise office building, looking at the setting sun shining from afar through the floor-to-ceiling window, thinking that everything was about to end.

With a smile on his lips, he began to deal with the important documents for the next few days that he had asked Su He to sort out. When he looked out the window again, the moon was already high in the sky and it was late at night.

Mo Yan pinched his brows tiredly, then opened the drawer to look at the recent report of Mr. Jiang's full-body checkup. Just then, Su He knocked on the door and came in. He stood up, pointed at the documents on the table, and said in a deep voice, "Cancel all the dinners for the next few days."

Su He did not suspect anything and quickly wrote it down in a notebook, waiting to arrange someone to deal with it tomorrow. He then followed Mo Yan downstairs in the elevator and sent him home.

The next day, Mo Yan returned to the Jiang family's old house by himself and accompanied the unemployed old man Jiang to jog, play chess, drink tea, water flowers, fish, and grow vegetables.

In his later years, Mr. Jiang has a wide range of hobbies.

It was not until five days later that Grandpa Jiang took Mo Yan to the chess and card room to play chess. Grandpa Jiang played the black pieces and Mo Yan played the white pieces.

At the beginning, Mr. Jiang had no plan for his moves. Mo Yan just calmly placed the white pieces in the center area. Mr. Jiang countered his moves and fought back without hesitation.

"Tell me, why are you staying with me these days?"

At this time, the game has reached the middle stage. Mo Yan pondered for a moment, then launched an attack with the white pieces. The black pieces lost the territory in the upper right corner, and the white pieces fell into an advantageous position, trying to break through the black pieces' defense.

"For Jiang Qing."

Old Master Jiang paused for a moment before dropping the black piece, but ultimately did not speak first. He cleverly resolved Mo Yan's breakthrough, and took advantage of the situation to turn defense into offense, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"What happened to that little girl Jiang Qing?"

"Now that I am considered a member of the Mo family, I naturally want her."

"Being with her legitimately."

The white piece that Mo Yan placed this time was a bit risky, causing the white piece from the previous two moves to become a discarded piece, but it also brought back the initiative in the situation.

The endgame has come, and Mr. Jiang's black piece has not fallen for a long time. He had seen some clues earlier, but Mo Yan avoided them with a few words. He thought he had wronged Mo Yan, but he didn't expect that this day would finally come.

He has some idea of ​​what the children he raised are thinking.

The black piece made a very strong move, leaving the white piece almost unable to resist.

But Mo Yan still managed to break the situation, and the two of them fought back and forth, which was almost a silent battle.

Old Master Jiang laughed with an ambiguous meaning, as if he had figured out Mo Yan's strategy. The black pieces he moved were unstoppable, disrupting the situation in an instant.

Mo Yan thought for a long time without making any move. The last move made by the white piece was full of loopholes. Old Master Jiang didn't even have to think about it. In the end, he played a black piece and the victory was decided.

Mo Yan smiled helplessly, "I lost."

Mr. Jiang shook his head, "Those who let the water go don't count."

"I know what you mean, but you should also know that such a thing cannot be resolved by a family punishment."

"You and Jiang Qing, I won't agree."

In fact, Mr. Jiang's blood pressure still rose, but fortunately he had experienced many ups and downs in his life, so he forced himself to calm down and at least establish some family rules.

He pondered over it for a long time, but couldn't understand why his son had become so crooked.

By the time Jiang Qing received the news, skipped class and ran back to the Jiang family, Mo Yan was almost beaten to a bloody pulp.

Old Master Jiang did it himself, using a cowhide whip that was said to be passed down from his ancestors and was reserved for people who violated the family rules.

Mo Yan knelt in front of Old Man Jiang, revealing his broad and tall back, with shocking whip marks on it.

But no one called a halt.

Jiang Yun sat in the corner and didn't come closer.

Jiang's father rushed over after hearing the news. He looked at Mo Yan who was beaten with a gloomy face. No one knew what he was thinking. Jiang's mother did not come.

[Oh my god, Qingqing, the Jiang family's family rules are too cruel! I feel like they are about to cripple me...]

Xiao Qi was a little scared when he heard the sound of whips, let alone ordinary people with flesh and blood.

Jiang Qing stood by and counted with her lips pursed. After she arrived, Mo Yan was whipped seven times. She felt that this was enough.

When the next whip was about to fall, she quickly walked behind Mo Yan and was ready to take the whip for him.

Mo Yan's body stiffened at that moment. He wanted to turn around and pull Jiang Qing away, but in fact his body had been beaten to the point of almost losing consciousness, and he couldn't move at all.

Mr. Jiang withdrew the force he was about to use to fall in an instant, causing him to take two steps back, somewhat unsteadily. Everyone came forward to support him at once.

Jiang Qing didn't dare to touch Mo Yan. His lips were pale at the moment, but he still knelt straight with his back to everyone.

"stop fighting."

"Grandpa, just think of it as my sake, don't fight."

Jiang Qing knew that Old Master Jiang must be really angry. Almost no one could accept such an illicit relationship as an uncle falling in love with his niece, but Mo Yan just wanted to take this risk. Even if he was torn to pieces, he would endure it and stand in front of Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing didn't know what words or expressions to use to deal with the current problem, but she knew that at least she couldn't let Mo Yan get beaten again.

If he keeps getting beaten like this, he will only be able to exhale but not inhale. Even for the sake of the mission, we cannot allow him to keep getting beaten like this.

She stubbornly stood between Mo Yan and Old Man Jiang, with no emotion visible on her face.

"Qingqing...it's okay."

Mo Yan didn't know where he got the strength to speak, but his voice was very low and hoarse, obviously he was seriously injured.

"Unfilial son! He won't learn his lesson unless he is beaten!"

Old Master Jiang was almost glaring at him. He had just asked Mo Yan to kneel down and accept the family punishment. He was just angry, but this man knelt down and said, "Dad, I don't regret it." After saying that, Old Master Jiang felt as if his whole body was shaken. This was simply a provocation to the family rules!

He whipped him hard several times, but Mo Yan gritted his teeth but didn't even groan. He just endured it until he got tired and took a rest, and then until the Jiang family members rushed back after hearing the news.

Because Mo Yan was facing away, no one could see the almost crazy smile that flashed across his face.