Chapter 461

After Yunyi's funeral, the Mo family held a temporary family meeting again.

It's rare for the whole family to gather together. From near to far, hundreds of people gathered in the auditorium of Mo's family.

Mo's family, Luo ya'er and he Shufang, together with several younger generation, are standing on both sides of Mo, Su Murong is also standing among them, and others are standing under the rostrum from near to far.

"Yunyi, Mo family's big room, once the leader, passed away, although it was a little sudden." Mo Lao looked around, voice coax bright first speech.

"The country can't be without a monarch for a day, so it's the same with the family. So, with everyone here, let's choose the next leader of the Mo family."

There was an instant sound of discussion under the stage.

Although the leader of the Mo family is not the heir of the Mo family, he is in charge of the affairs inside and outside the Mo family, which is also an extremely prominent position.

Hundreds of people live in the house, and has the final say of a man. The head of the house is not empty, but has a certain power and status.

"Grandfather, since he is the leader of the Mo family, naturally it should come from his own family. Aunt Yun is gone. Now only aunt Luo and aunt he are left, and one is designated."

Mo Quan stood under the stage and was the first to speak, which attracted many people's eyes, and many people nodded in agreement.

"Mohsiao has the final say, but I think such a big thing can't be done by me, but I want to have a fair vote. I will choose the right master of the house according to your own thoughts."

Mr. Mo sat up high, looking at the faces of every Mo family in the meeting.

"How do you vote?" This is mo Guanxin's voice. Although she is not interested in the headmaster, her mother is interested, but she is too embarrassed to ask, so she does it for her.

"It's very simple. I'll give you three days to think about it. No one is allowed to leave Mo's home within these three days. Three days later, I'll bid here. I'll write down my favorite candidates on paper and throw them into the bidding box. Finally, I'll propose to vote."

Mo Lao sat on the stage and said simply, "candidates are two and three."

Around for a long time, the candidates are still in the Mo family, many eager to try the moment like a ball of steam.

At the end of the meeting, everyone went back to his home. Su Murong walked quickly to the villa.

She is the one who hates to attend the Mo family meeting, but recently, Mo Shibei seems to like to pull her at any time and have to pull her to participate in everything. In the face of the strange eyes of countless people in the Mo family, she can only turn a blind eye, because there is no way to explain it clearly.

"Murong, what are you doing in such a hurry?" Mo Xiao called behind her and stepped in front of her.

"It's too stuffy in the hall. When I come out to breathe, I can't help but walk faster thinking about my two children." Su Murong chuckles, her eyes full of stars in the night.

Beautiful women add the beauty of maturity. The tenderness of motherhood shows completely. Mo Xiao is a little crazy.

"Last time I saw you, I didn't have a chance to talk. Now you seem to be really busy, even busier than before." Mo Xiao's mouth was always smiling and his eyes were looking ahead.

"It seems so." Su Murong smiles.

She has to take care of two children every day, go to Su's catering company, and accompany Mo Shibei to deal with all kinds of funerals. She does as much as filial son and virtuous grandson should do. She is really a little lacking in skills.

"How about walking together?" Mo Xiao gently looked at her, eyes full of expectations.

"Good." Su Murong nodded. As soon as they started, Mo Shibei appeared behind them.

"Why don't you leave without me?"

"I saw you and aunt he have something to say just now, so I left first. Yang'er and yue'er are going to sleep. I have to go back to see them." Su Murong turned his head and looked at him. He said that he was a virtuous wife and mother. Unfortunately, in private, they were two people who talked less and less.

"Wait for me next time." Mo Shibei took her into his arms, raised his eyes to Mo Xiao, facing each other's eyes: "do you want to go to our place together?"

"No, it's too late. Another day." Mo Xiao takes a deep look at Su Murong. She has no resistance to Mo Shibei's behavior. It seems that they are getting along well now, so she turns and walks away.

"You acted for him on purpose."

Su Murong, who was blushing a second ago, now has a cold face. He looks at Mo Xiao's back with no expression and says.

"So what, you are not suitable." Mo Shibei doesn't deny it either. He says it in a quiet way, with a strong sense.

"You think too much. When I leave Mo's house, I won't have anything to do with anyone here." Su Murong turned around a little, got out of his arms and walked forward again.

In this way, one before and one after, a woman and a man, Mo's eldest daughter-in-law and eldest young master returned to their villa.

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The next day, Su Murong got up and took Yueer and Yanger out to bask in the sun.

At 9:30 in the morning, when the sun was good and the sun was not very hot, the two white babies ate their arms like lotus root knots, and the servants would stop to tease for a while. The whole Mo family was relaxed and joyful up and down.

"Second uncle, walk slowly."

Early in the morning, Su Murong didn't see Mo Shibei's shadow. He thought he had gone to the company, but after walking for half an hour, he saw him send out his second uncle of the same family with a rare smile on his face.

"Young master." Two nannies saw Mo Shibei walking towards them and immediately saluted them.

"You go down first." Mo Shibei kisses the two babies in the baby carriage, and then looks at Su Murong: "if you want to ask, just ask."

"No Su Murong was contemptuous.

A self righteous man, does he have a question to ask when he looks at him more? Who does he think he is?

"I'll tell you, I'm canvassing for Aunt he." Mo Shi North Light said, eyes laughing with a pair of children.

"It's clear that Aunt Luo is more suitable to be the head of the family than aunt he. Why do you want to go the other way?"

Su Murong saw that he took the initiative to talk to himself, but he was not unreasonable, so he asked rationally.

"Jason can't do it. He is too indecisive. The son of the leader of the Mo family may want to be the successor of the Mo family's estate. How can he be indecisive?"

Mo Shi said in a slow voice and took advantage of the situation to hold yue'er in his arms.

In the past, he liked to hold yang'er. Su Murong once thought that he was a son above a daughter, but recently he liked to hold yue'er very much. The two yiyiya's conversation is worthy of being the little lovers of previous lives, and Su Murong can only be speechless.

"Didn't you promise your grandfather to be the successor of the Mo family?" This words is he personally Su Murong, so she naturally can not take care of ask out.

"I just agreed, but I will do it differently, won't I?" Mo Shibei's eyes are shining, and his delicate facial features are extremely charming.

"You play such a small action, not afraid of your grandfather to settle accounts after autumn?" Su Murong had to sigh that sometimes he was more stubborn than himself.

If you agree, you can't escape and accept. What's the point? What is this circuitous effort to find a more suitable successor to do? What's more, in Mo's family, no one can match Mo Shibei.

"Put it off till winter." Mo Shibei's two hands pull the moon to turn around, which makes the two children giggle.

Such a reason is really killing.

Is there such an explanation to avoid the delay of accounting after autumn to winter?

Su Murong has no choice but to shake his head. It's rare to see the two children laugh so happily. Instead of arguing, he laughs with them.

At the edge of the garden, a pair of eyes full of hatred looked at their family's happiness, and their lips were red with hatred.

"Why, are you admiring the happiness of big brother and Murong?" Mojiesen went to mochuxin behind, also looking at the garden of boys and girls, whispered.

"Jason, you scared the hell out of me." Can't help but jump, turn around to see the speaker, Mo Chuxin bashful beat him.

"As for you, it's frightening." Mojason got goose bumps and immediately stepped back from her.

"Why, what can I do for you?" Mo Chuxin rolled his eyes at him and asked him.

"The night after tomorrow, I hope you can vote for my mother." Mojiesen also did not play riddles, straightforward explanation of the intention.

"Good." Mo Chuxin readily nodded, did not mention any conditions.

Mojiesen thought that she would have the following, so he didn't make a sound, just stood by and waited tenderly.

"That's it?" After a long time, maybe a minute or five, he finally asked again.

He didn't give Ronell one or two votes, but she agreed the most.

"Yes, what else do you want?" Mo Chu Xin stares at a pair of big eyes, don't understand of looking at him

"You should say your terms, the price of voting." Thinking that he didn't make it clear, mojason went into more detail again.

"No need." Mo Chuxin shakes his head and looks at Mo Shibei's family again.

"Oh, I see." Mojason nodded and said meaningfully.

"What do you know?" Mo Chuxin fell to smile, listen to his words, squint Ni.

"I can't satisfy what you want, so I can't cash it if you mention it." Mojiesen also looked at Su Murong and laughed with the children.

"Yes, you can't give it to me at all." Mo Chuxin knew that he really understood, but also sighed helplessly.

At this time, it should be a Chinese saying, only offer mandarin ducks, not immortals.

Unfortunately, at this time, the mandarin ducks do not understand each other's mind, but each manages a seemingly warm false happiness.

"It's OK. I'll fight for what I want. I'll vote for you." Mo Chuxin doesn't want to see any more. She turns around and leaves, leaving behind a word that reassures Mo Jiesen.

"It's really a strange woman. Chinese women are always hard to figure out. So are aunt Yun and Murong. Now Chuxin is more and more mysterious."

Mojason said to himself, blue eyes full of confusion.

He looked at the moshibei family again. They had already pushed the baby carriage to the villa, and he could not see any more because the canvassing had to continue.