The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

In the VIP lounge of the Colosseum.

"Master, you obviously don't have to do it yourself. Even if it's a three-segmented saber-toothed rhinoceros, what's the use? You don't need to do it yourself."

Zhao Wenting, who had just finished washing up in the bathroom, was silent.

Yan Mu rushed back and reported truthfully that Mo Mo had left and was on the way back to Yan's house.

Pei Ming sighed: "Master, you did this on purpose, didn't you? To prevent Miss Mo Mo from leaving with us? So you scared her away in this way?"

Yan Mu knew Zhao Wenting's intention from the beginning to the end. He reached out and patted Pei Ming on the shoulder and said, "Although this is only one reason. As Mo Mo's brother, I naturally hope for her well."

Pei Ming was speechless.

Is this just one reason? What are the other reasons? What does it mean to do it for her own good? Why do I feel like I've become stupider?

Even if he didn't understand, Pei Ming knew very well that it was not appropriate for him to interfere in the young master's affairs.

Zhao Wenting's hair had not been blown dry in time, and it was wet and stuck to his forehead. Water droplets slid down the ends of his hair, dripped onto his shoulders, and then slid down his lapels, leaving a trail of wet marks.

[Indeed, he was worried that she didn't have enough practical experience, so he didn't plan to let her go with him to that cruel and realistic place; and indeed, as Yan Mu said, his other purpose was to test her under the guise of teaching her practical combat skills.]

[Were you scared away? This was the first time she saw herself like this. ]

He has never been a good person. On the contrary, he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

He clearly didn't show anything and remained calm, but he wanted to see if she would mind.

He lost, and she left without even saying goodbye.

Perhaps now he is no longer the handsome and kind master, she will feel afraid of him and will gradually distance herself from him.

Zhao Wenting lowered his head, his eyes drowned in the dark tide, and his figure seemed particularly lonely sitting there.

On the other side, Mo Mo was anxious to get home.

When she just walked out of the Colosseum and heard Yan Jing say that she was pregnant, the story of Yan Jing's life, in which she got married first and then fell in love, raised a child alone and became a substitute female second, quickly flooded into Mo Mo's mind. It was different from the story she saw when she first arrived at the Yan family, but the tragic ending was the same.

[How could this happen? The first life script had clearly been revised, so how could a new life script appear? The key is that the ending has not changed. ]

Mo Mo felt her mind was very confused at the moment, so confused that even if she left alone, she didn't have time to report to Zhao Wenting.

Mo Mo couldn't think of anyone to share this with, so she ended up sending the news to Yan Mu via WeChat. Although she knew he was different now and was much busier at work, she trusted him the most.

Family is Yan Mu’s bottom line. After receiving the news from Mo Mo, he took the initiative to ask for leave to go home for the first time.

Mo Mo returned to Yan's house first.

She stood in the courtyard silently, holding the washed fruits.

Fine halos of light shone through the gaps in the woods. Yan Jing, as beautiful as an elf, sat in front of the drawing board and painted quietly. The wind blew up a few strands of her long hair.

As if she felt being stared at, Yan Jing stopped and slowly turned her head. After seeing Mo Mo, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, she put down the painting supplies in her hand, stood up, walked towards Mo Mo, and gave her a big hug.

The two of them sat and chatted beside the small table in the courtyard.

"Are you sure about the baby? Have you seen a doctor?"

"Yes, I went to the hospital early this morning." Yan Jing's voice was soft and gentle, her hand unconsciously touched her flat belly, her eyes filled with joy.

"So this baby... is it Brother Luo Xiluo's?" Mo Mo asked hesitantly. She knew that it was obviously inappropriate to ask so directly, but she needed to confirm the authenticity of the life story that came into her mind.

Yan Jing, who was overwhelmed by joy, didn't pay much attention to Mo Mo's question. She nodded affirmatively.

"So... are you planning to keep this child?" Mo Mo was a little flustered. She tried her best to control her emotions and stay calm.

"Yes, this is the proof of our love and the fruit of our affection."

Mo Mo stared at her cousin in a daze, the smile on her face was warm and happy; if she hadn't seen those life stories, she would definitely feel very happy for her at this moment.

"But I just saw some life stories. Luo Xi... he was on a business trip recently, right? Was it because he was filming a drama called "The Fairy in the Painting"? "

Maybe it was an illusion, Mo Mo saw her eyes flicker strangely, as if for a moment she was touched by her own words.

"What if he's not sincere to you? He doesn't want this child at all? You haven't told him about the baby yet, right?"

Mo Mo, who caught Yan Jing's micro-expression, decided to strike while the iron was hot and take advantage of the situation, so she immediately asked a series of questions.

"Actually, I've seen that he is not the one for you." Mo Mo stretched out his hand and held Yan Jing's, trying to awaken her love brain.

When Mo Mo looked at Yan Jing, who was in a trance, and frowned quietly, she saw Yan Mu standing there. She didn't know how long he had been standing there.

"Let's have dinner first. My eldest brother is back. I haven't informed our father about this yet." After saying that, Yan Mu turned and left.

The hijacking of Yang Lihong's flight back to China had a great psychological impact on her. In the days that followed, Yan Tao spent more time and energy on his wife, and left all the company affairs to Yan Lizai. In order to prevent the two parents from worrying too much about their children, the four siblings tacitly did not reveal any information. Yan Tao and his wife were still on a trip to visit scenic spots in China.

The afterglow of sunset paints the earth with tenderness and intoxication.

Although everyone's personalities have become more reserved due to their own experiences, when they sit together, they are still a warm family.

While drinking the delicious pork liver porridge in the bowl, Mo Mo raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Jing.

Yan Jing, who didn't like pork liver before, now tasted it seriously. Perhaps because she knew that the nutritional value of pork liver porridge was very high, she endured her usual taste preferences and ordered a bowl.

[Sister Jing must really want to keep this baby. ]

Thinking this in his heart, Mo Mo felt that the situation was very tricky.

The four siblings were sitting in the living room chatting as usual.

After listening to Mo Mo's account of what he had seen, everyone fell silent.

Yan Jing sat in front of the French window with fluttering curtains, and her voice drifted into everyone's ears with the evening breeze: "Even if what you said is the truth, I will still give birth to him."

Mo Mo opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but after seeing Yan Jing's calm and peaceful face, he didn't say anything.

"Although I will give birth to the baby, I will never be soft-hearted towards the scumbag!"

Although Yan Jing said harsh words, her throat suddenly became hoarse. Mo Mo walked over and held her hand, and then he realized the fragility under her seemingly strong appearance. Her fingertips were cold and trembling slightly.

It was a day of ups and downs for her.

She looked at Yan Jing's beautiful profile, and for the first time, Mo Mo felt that this majestic elder sister was actually a fragile little girl.