Fake daughter, she refuses to admit defeat

Gong Yao was unhappy, "We are not a family yet."

He has not yet agreed to the engagement of the two of them, and they are still far away from becoming a family.

Elder Mo said firmly, "Sooner or later!"

Gong Yao pursed his lips in displeasure.

He finally knew how Mo Sipei got his thick skin.

Inherited!

Mo Sipei glanced at the excited old man Mo, fearing that he would say something else and offend Gong Yao to death.

Cough lightly: "Grandpa, talk less, or you will be thirsty."

Mo Lao wanted to say that he wasn't thirsty, but meeting his grandson's menacing gaze, he swallowed the words that came out of his throat forcefully.

Back then, he was also a big boss in the imperial capital, and after only a few decades, he was about to succumb to the lustful power of this kid, Mo Sipei.

He snorted coldly, pouted and looked aside.

Gong Li smiled to smooth things over: "It's getting late, let's find a place to eat."

"Good good."

Now that the two families have met, they must have a meal together.

Mo Lao wanted to do something, but Gong Yao couldn't stop him at all.

Mo Lao said: "I'm a native of the imperial capital, and I'm the host, dear...Gong Yao, don't rob me."

What's more, as the man's parent, he has no reason to let the woman treat him for the first time.

Originally, Mr. Mo wanted to call him in-laws, but when he met the other's gloomy handsome face, he changed the address abruptly.

Only then did Gong Yao's expression soften a little, he nodded and said, "I won't compete with you this time, but you will also give me a chance to treat you to dinner next time."

He doesn't like to take advantage of others, especially Li'er's boyfriend.

Mo Lao: "Naturally."

Mo Lao lost his little driver, rubbed against Mo Sipei's nanny car, and went to the hotel with them.

As soon as the group walked out of the door, they saw Feng Fan rushing out.

He wanted to ask Mo Sipei to clarify.

Ask him what he means, are you really not planning to be brothers with him?

Before Feng Fan ran to Mo Sipei, he was stopped by a few pairs of strong arms.

Feng Fan looked at the black-clothed bodyguard in front of him, and reprimanded displeasedly: "Do you know who I am? How dare you stop me?"

The bodyguard replied, "Young Master Feng, President Mo asked us to stop you. We dare not disobey his order."

Feng Fan looked at Mo Sipei in disbelief, and shouted, "Second brother."

He didn't believe, didn't believe that Mo Sipei would treat him like this.

Mo Sipei seemed to have never heard of it, and he didn't even turn his head.

He got into the nanny car directly.

Feng Fan's voice was so loud that everyone around Mo Sipei could hear it.

Only Gong Li and Mo Lao knew the relationship between Feng Fan and Mo Sipei.

Elder Mo asked in surprise, "That kid Feng Fan is calling you, why are you ignoring him?"

Mo Sipei said blankly, "I didn't hear that."

Mo Lao: "..."

Feng Fan's voice was so loud that even an old man could hear him, could Mo Sipei not hear him?

He could see that there must be something wrong between the two.

As for what was awkward, Mr. Mo didn't bother to care.

It is inconvenient for them to intervene in the relationship between young people as elders.

Feng Fan watched Mo Sipei leave helplessly, but he couldn't step forward to stop him, his hands dropped powerlessly.

He asked self-deprecatingly, "Why?"

I don't know if I'm asking myself or Mo Sipei.

A mechanized voice sounded behind him.

"Master, sir asked me to invite you home."

Rejection flashed across Feng Fan's eyes, "It's not my home for a long time."

"Master, I hope you don't embarrass us."

Feng Fan didn't bother to pay attention to them, and was about to leave. The next second, his arms tightened, and he was forced into the car.

……

Mo Lao Ding is a restaurant with an elegant environment.

The restaurant is in an old alley in the imperial capital.

This street has a long history, and the people living here are either rich or noble, with a profound cultural heritage.

And the housing prices here are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

As soon as Mr. Mo arrived at the door, the door opened from the inside, and an old man with white hair and kind eyes came out.

"When I heard footsteps, I guessed that it was you, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Old Mo said cheaply, "We really have a good understanding."

The silver-haired old man shook his head helplessly, and looked at Mo Sipei, Gong Yao and the others beside him.

When he saw Gong Li holding hands with Mo Sipei, he knew it.

"When the old guy was on the phone, I asked someone to make hot tea, come in quickly."

If we say that the outside of this yard has a sense of history.

Then the scenery inside the yard is breathtaking.

The courtyard is clean and tidy, with precious green plants everywhere, a small path leading to the room in front of the door is covered with cobblestones, and under the arched bridge is a winding and clear stream.

The flower stand not far away is covered with competing roses, and a snow-white cat is taking a nap under the roses, lazily and comfortably.

The capital city is a fast-paced city, but after coming to this small courtyard, there is a kind of magical power that calms the mind.

Mo Lao said: "The old man in front is my younger brother, and his father is an imperial cook, and his skills are truly outstanding."

No matter how many years this private kitchen restaurant has been open, Mr. Mo has been patronizing it for so many years.

There are different emotions here for him.

He wanted to share this with his granddaughter-in-law.

Gong Li smiled and said, "I'm suddenly looking forward to it."

"Worth looking forward to."

The interior decoration is antique and fragrant, divided into four boxes of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.

Mo Lao wanted a bamboo house.

The old man in front suddenly thought of something, and he said, "Yuan Ming will come over soon."

Mo Lao let out an oh, and didn't mean to ask too much.

The old man knew that he had never cared about his grandsons other than Mo Sipei, so he didn't say anything else.

He sent them to the bamboo house, and then went to the kitchen to prepare dishes.

With a smile, Mo Lao picked up the teapot and poured tea for Gong Yao and the others.

Gong Yao rushed forward, "How can I ask you to pour tea for me?"

No matter what, Elder Mo is an elder, he has to know etiquette.

Mo Lao waved his hand, "My family eats together, so there's no need to talk about those empty etiquette."

Mo Lao looked at Gong Li who was tasting tea with a smile, "Xiao Lier, how does this tea taste?"

Gong Li said truthfully: "The taste is very good. It is the best tea I have ever drunk so far. I am a bit at a loss for words."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Old Mo was overjoyed, "Xiao Li'er, it's not that the old man praised him, that old guy can't do anything else, but his cooking and tea skills are outstanding."

"I'm starting to look forward to the next dishes."

The environment in the box is happy and harmonious.

Yao Lisu helped Gong Yao go to the bathroom.

"Mr. Mo is very kind to Li'er, we can rest assured."

They could tell that Mr. Mo really loved Gong Li, a junior.

Otherwise, I wouldn't open my mouth about granddaughter-in-law and shut up about Xiao Li'er.

Gong Yao hummed, "At least you don't have to worry about Li'er getting angry when she marries in the future."

He asked Gong Ping.

Mo Sipei's father passed away due to illness when he was very young, and his mother remarried not long after. He grew up with Mr. Mo.

As long as Mo Lao, the patriarch, loves Li'er, no one dares to bully her, including Mo Sipei.