Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

She picked up the chopsticks, took a bite of the weak-tasting dish, and suddenly laughed.

Seeing Mo Fengying suddenly burst into laughter again, Mo Yang also laughed, "Why are you smiling again? What funny things do you remember?"

Mo Fengying nodded and told Mo Yang, "I saw Song Ci playing the violin just now, and my hands were itchy, so I tried it, and it turned out to be very unpleasant."

Mo Fengying put down his chopsticks and looked at her mother, thinking that her mother was the only girl in the family who did not study medicine but went to university outside. Mo Fengying asked her: "Mom, do you know music?"

Mo Yang shook his head, "I don't understand this. Making music depends on talent, just like you study medicine."

"Then you studied before, what major did you study?" Mo Fengying only knew that her mother had gone to college, but she didn't know what major she was studying.

Mo Yang said: "I studied fine art. At that time, I was a painter with my own mind. After graduating, I went outside for two years. Almost no one bought the paintings. I finally returned to the clan."

Mo Fengying said: "You should stay outside. The outside world is so wonderful."

Mo Fengying poked a taro with his chopsticks, and while eating disgustingly, she said: "In the Mo clan, we are all people who deal with medicinal materials. There is not a single interesting person."

"Mom, Song Ci married Han Zhan at the age of 22. I will be 20 soon and I don't even have a favorite. If this continues, I am afraid I will be single for a lifetime."

The main reason was that the people in the clan were all pretty, and Mo Fengying didn't look at them.

The last time Mo Fengying saw Han Zhan, Mo Fengying felt shocked when he went out to treat the old gentleman. It turns out that the men outside are really just like the presidents in the TV series, handsome and suave.

Having washed his eyes by a stunning man like Han Zhan, and looking at these dull melons in the clan, Mo Fengying is even less interested.

Mo Yang laughed directly. She said: "I was coaxed into your hands by your father when I was fifteen. I wanted to go to university after I graduated from the college entrance examination. Your grandpa and grandmother did not support it, but your father wanted me to live happily. Some, just to overcome all difficulties and send me to study."

"The first time I went to college, it was delivered by your father himself." Although the Mo family lived in a remote mountainous area, they were very wealthy. When Mo Yang went to college, Mo Suixin personally drove her in a car.

During college, everyone knew that Mo Yang had a wealthy partner.

Mo Fengying asked her: "Then mom, just stay in the clan for a lifetime, don't you have the time to yearn for the outside world?"

Mo Yang stopped talking.

Where can those who have seen the wonderful outside be willing to stay in this great god? It's just that the roots of the Mo family are here, and Mo Yang's parents, husband and children are here, where can she go?

Besides...

Mo Yang looked at the elf's lovely daughter, thinking of the curse on her daughter, and lost his mind.

When talking, Mo Xun returned. Seeing his daughter eating with his wife, Mo Xun walked over and touched Mo Fengying's hair, and said, "Fengying girl, you really have a rival this time."

Last night's assessment results have come out. Mo Fengying and Song Fei are tied for first place, both with full marks.

Mo Fengying is a young genius in the clan. Few of his peers in the clan can get a tie with Mo Fengying. Finally, there is a hard stubble, and Mo Xun seems to be gloating.

Mo Fengying twisted her eyebrows lightly, and she said: "Song Fei is really amazing. It took a little shorter time than me to answer those medicinal materials correctly. Dad, Song Fei will definitely be in the top three."

"Your grandfather said the same." After the results of the morning test came out, Mo Suixin was called over by Mo Qingkuang and told him about Song Fei.

"Your grandfather meant that if this Song Fei can enter the top three, he wants to accept Song Fei as a disciple."

Upon hearing this, Mo Fengying and Mo Yang were both surprised.

"Father really said that?" Mo Yang asked her husband in surprise.

Mo Suixin nodded, and he said worriedly, "Among the young offspring of our Mo family, apart from Fengying, we can't find a second good seedling. Our Mo family has been developing for 600 years, and the talents have withered and we have begun to decline. ."

"My father meant that he wanted to accept Song Fei as a disciple, so that Song Fei and Fengying could continue to develop the Mo family's medical skills." Mo Suixin understood and supported his father's approach.

Mo family, absolutely cannot end in their hands.

Mo Fengying suddenly put down the bowls and chopsticks, got up and left a sentence: "I need a prescription to prepare in the afternoon. Don't take it first. You can use it slowly." After that, Mo Fengying turned and left, walking in a hurry.

Mo Suixin looked at Mo Fengying's back in wonder, and turned to ask his wife, "Is she angry?"

Mo Yang didn't speak.

Not only was Mo Fengying angry, but Mo Yang was also angry.

Mo Suixin wanted to understand what his wife’s heart was. She patted the back of his wife’s hand and comforted his wife: "Mo Yang, Fengying is young and sensible. Are you sensible? Dad’s decision this time is beneficial to the Mo people. You Why don't you understand?"

Mo Yang threw the chopsticks on the table, she said: "It is good, but it is not a good thing for me!"

Mo Suixin frowned and said nothing.

Mo Yang added: "Song Fei is clever and has a brain, and she is also a virus expert. It is a good thing that she can join my Mo clan as a student. But Mo Suixin, have you figured out the true intentions of his father? He really just wants to accept it. A genius, can I promote and expand my Mo family medicine?"

Mo Yang was extremely angry, and roared: "He just saw a good seedling, and he intends to abandon us Fengying!"

Mo Suixin snapped at Mo Yang: "Mo Yang, don't talk nonsense!"

Mo Yang sneered, "I'm not talking nonsense, don't you know it? Because of the curse, Fengying won't live to be twenty-five years old! Father could not bear to use medicine for her mother-in-law's life in exchange for Fengying's life, but Song Fei's body is fine. Father is making second-hand preparations! Once we Fengying pass away, Song Fei will become the next family of the Mo family, and the Mo family can continue to continue. Am I wrong?"

Mo Yang's heart was like a mirror, and he figured out the old man's mind clearly and plainly.

The flesh on Mo Suixin's face trembled, and he couldn't refute Mo Yang's words.

What Mo Yang can think of, how could this old fox not think of Mo Xunxin? He was just like Mo Zhang Kuang, deliberately not mentioning Fengying's curse, as if he could whitewash peace.

Mo Yang was so angry that the corners of his eyes were red, and his body was shaking. "It's all that **** curse! It's all your own self-inflicted, you mutilated the Nangong clan, and now the retribution is finally here!"

But why did the retribution happen to her daughter?

Mo Yang cried and said, "It's all to blame for our Mo family's inhumanity, treating people from the Nangong clan as beasts. It's all right now. Because of the curse of Nangongxian, our Mo family is about to be extinct."

Mo Suixin was a little angry because he couldn't refute it. He got up angrily and left without comforting his wife.

In fact, the truths Mo Yang said, Mo Suixin also recognized. If the Mo Family didn't kill the Nangong clan, it wouldn't have fallen to this point.

It really is karma.

Song Ci didn't know that she had been favored by Mo Zhang Kuang and wanted to accept her as an apprentice. Song Ci is still racking his brains to think about how to get the information of the medicine mother from the mouth of the Mo people.

Foreign students were eliminated and learned that Song Ci and Friday were left, and the Mo nationality's professional courses had already been taught, and they would be taken to theoretical and practical courses for some time.

Song Ci and Friday were taken to the medicinal material library of the Mo family to learn to identify the ingredients of medicines together with the candidates from the Mo family. Song Ci sat in the last row with Friday, and every examinee had a pill in front of them. The teacher was a lady.

The lady Mo was wearing reading glasses and her hair was gray. She stood on a high platform and said to everyone: "The medicine in front of you is a new medicine I just developed last month. I want everyone to analyze the pharmaceutical ingredients of this medicine. You can’t rely on the help of instruments, you can only analyze its components through smell, vision and touch."

"Okay, now the timing begins."

Song Ci looked at each other with Friday, and said on Friday, "How many breaths can you smell?"

Song Ci held up the small medicine tray, lowered his head and sniffed for a few seconds, and said, "About five kinds."

On Friday, he also picked up the medicine tray. After sniffing for a while, he said, "I only smelled four."

Song Ci said: "There are two medicines that have similar breaths, so it is difficult to distinguish them."

"It's the same nose. Why is your nose so good? Is it a dog nose?" On Friday, he lowered his head and sniffed for a while before he said, "There seem to be only three kinds."

Song Ci: "..."

Song Ci crushed the pills, rubbed them with his hands, and then took a magnifying glass and stared at the ingredients of the medicine carefully. The pill had three colors, black, off-white, and a little white.

Song Ci thought for a while, and said, "I know the answer."

Song Ci picked up the pen and quickly answered on the paper. Glancing at nothing on Friday. Song Ci told Friday: "Uncle Zhou, don't plagiarize as soon as you get older."

On Friday, the old face blushed, and he muttered: "This is called sharing."

"Forget it."

Song Ci raised her hand, and the female gentleman walked down and took her answer away.

After seeing the answer, the lady's eyes became much milder. "Are you Song Fei?" she asked Song Ci.

Song Ci nodded generously, "Teacher, is my answer correct?"

The female gentleman gave back the answer sheet to Song Ci and returned to the podium. Soon, Mo Fengying also handed in the answer. After reading the answer, the lady nodded with satisfaction.

After school in the afternoon, Song Ci was going to find Song Fei for dinner, but was stopped by Mo Fengying. "Song Fei."

When Song Ci now heard the name Song Fei, he would subconsciously stop. Song Ci turned around and looked at Mo Fengying, staring at Mo Fengying indifferently with his eyes as cold as a mountain of ice and snow.

Mo Fengying was used to the indifference of'Song Fei', she walked towards Song Ci in small steps and said, "Let's talk, okay?"

'Song Fei' was as cold as she said, "It's time for dinner, I'm going to have dinner, let's talk." After that, she didn't care what Mo Fengying was thinking, she stepped away.

As soon as Song Ci arrived at the cafeteria, she found Song Fei.

Song Fei had prepared dinner for her, and seeing Song Ci coming, Song Fei beckoned to her. "Here."

Song Ci walked over and saw macarons in today's dessert. She was quite surprised. "I have to keep this macaron back to my dormitory and eat it slowly. It just so happened that I brought Longjing tea." When Song Ci eats macarons, he loves to pair it with tea.

Song Fei said, "It's up to you."

After dinner, Song Ci carried the packed macarons, but was stopped by Mo Fengying at the entrance of the cafeteria.

Mo Fengying: "After eating, let's talk?"

Song Ci wanted to find an excuse again. Mo Fengying blocked all her excuses with a single sentence, "It's only six to forty now, are you going to go back to the dormitory to sleep?"

Song Ci: "..."

"Let's talk."

Mo Fengying invited Song Fei to her home. She lived in a small single-family building next to Song Ci and their dormitory.

Mo Fengying's home has a TV and an oven, and there are several Yan Jiang posters on the wall. Song Ci stared at the posters with a playful look. Song Ci said, "Are you a fan of Yan Jiang?"

Mo Fengying blushed and did not answer. When she thought that the woman in front of her was the wife of her idol, she wanted to find a hole to go in. The more embarrassed Mo Fengying was, the happier Song Ci was.

Song Ci said again: "If you are looking for me to ask for Yan Jiang's signature, then there is no." Song Fei was very domineering and would not allow Yan Jiang to sign his sisters.

Then Mo Fengying said, "No, it's not a signature."

"Then what are you asking me to say?" Song Ci thought it was good to play Song Fei, so she said if she wanted to talk, she didn't bother to talk to anyone if she didn't want to talk. Anyway, she is a gangster, and gangsters do their own way. People will not think you are impolite, but only say that you have a personality.

Mo Fengying bit her teeth, his expression struggling and hesitating. Song Ci became impatient and urged her, "I will leave without speaking."

Hearing this, Mo Fengying said, "I learned one thing."

"Yeah." Song Fei's attitude was rather indifferent, and Mo Fengying felt powerless because of the appearance that I was not interested in what you were about to say next.

Mo Fengying looked at her angrily and asked her, "Aren't you curious?"

Song Ci glanced at her lightly, but still did not speak.

Mo Fengying was very angry, sat down, took a sip of warm tea, and said, "My grandpa said, if you can make the top three, he will accept you as a disciple."

Song Ci's eyes finally fluctuated a little. She looked at Mo Fengying and asked the letter: "Did your grandfather say this personally?"

"What my dad told me is nothing wrong."

Song Ci nodded. Seeing Mo Fengying's deep resentment, she asked her: "Are you afraid of me? Afraid that I will take away your genius? Looking for me in private, do you want to bribe me or threaten me?"

Mo Fengying was even more angry, "You are too confident."

Song Ci: "After all, I have confident capital."

Mo Fengying sneered, and said disappointedly: "How could Yan Jiang marry someone like you?" What about genius? Too arrogant and not cute at all, their brother Jiang should find a soft little girl.

Song Ci sneered and deliberately sneered at Mo Fengying: "I have no one in my eyes, and Yan Jiang is willing to marry me. There is no way, he loves me to the death. You are gentle and charming, so I never saw Yan Jiang remember you. "

Mo Fengying was even more angry.

She was sulky for a while, and saw Song Fei's patience to stand up and leave, she took Song Fei's arm. Song Ci lowered his eyes, looked at the stubborn girl, and stopped again.

"Say something!"

Mo Fengying said, "I’m not in good health. I may have lived within a few years. Song Fei, if you really get into the top three and become my grandfather’s apprentice, I hope you can follow your grandfather to learn medicine. I hope The future Mo family is in your hands and can continue to flourish..."

Song Ci was surprised to hear these words from Mo Fengying. Unexpectedly, this little princess also had a sensible time.

Song Ci took Mo Fengying's hand away pretendingly and indifferently, and said disdainfully: "Besides, I haven't figured out whether or not to promise your grandfather to be his apprentice." After that, Song Ci left.

Mo Fengying's eyes widened, and she felt that she had heard incredible words. Someone would refuse to be her grandfather's apprentice!

You know, her grandfather is the real master of Chinese medicine, even if the leader of the country saw him, he had to be respectful.

Is Song Fei stupid?

Mo Fengying scolded Song Fei for being stupid, but also envied her. It's so cool to do what you want to do and refuse what you don't want to do.

Song Fei was communicating technology with her apprentice on the computer. When she heard the door opening, she hurriedly looked up at Song Ci, then lowered her head and asked, "What does the little princess do with you?"

Song Ci relayed what Mo Fengying had said to Song Fei.

Song Fei felt surprised after hearing this, but she was even more surprised...

"That little princess is a fan of Yan Jiang?"

Song Ci: "Yeah."

"The forest is really big, there are all kinds of birds."

Seeing Song Fei's hands tapping on the keyboard, Song Ci asked her, "What are you doing?"

"Exchange technology with my apprentice."

"Jiang Bi?" Song Ci scanned the computer screen and found that it was all things she couldn't understand, so she lost interest. She boiled water, made a cup of tea, sat on the window sill, and ate macarons while enjoying the night view.

Suddenly, Song Ci bit something. With a weird expression, she spit out the contents of her mouth into her palm.

When Song Fei looked up, he happened to see this scene.

She asked: "What's the matter?"

Song Ci looked back at her and said, "There is something in my macarons."