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Chu Keyue's expression instantly became ferocious.

However, An Qian did not want to just let things go like that. She leisurely put down the tableware in her hands and let out a long sigh.

"Ah — Miss Chu, you are so pitiful."

"What do you mean?" Chu Keyue narrowed her eyes.

An Shuang pursed her lips and snorted scornfully, "You kept saying that my Ye Han is your fiance? But in my opinion, Ye Han does not place you in his eyes at all. As for you, at the very most, you can't ask for anything more than this.

Mo Ye Han also lightly smiled. This woman was simply a demoness!

"You …" Chu Keyue was the young miss that was out of the world to support the moon. When did she ever get ridiculed and accused by an unpopular woman like this? She couldn't take this lying down.

However, she couldn't do anything in front of Mo Ye Han. Suddenly, she rolled her eyes.

The expression on her face changed abruptly, as a pitiful and delicate expression appeared on her beautiful face. Even her voice had gone soft, devoid of any traces of sharpness. He said it as if he was begging.

"Miss, I beg of you, please do well. You pestered my husband like this because you want money, right? Just tell me how much you want and I'll give it to you. Just please, don't break up our family. "

At first, An Qian was curious as to why her expression changed so quickly. After hearing this, she suddenly realized what she was planning.

Indeed, just as Chu Keyue finished speaking, the surrounding waiters and customers all cast curious gazes at him.

"I know you like money, you pursue luxury goods, you like beautiful clothes, you're a bag with a famous brand. I can understand that. But can you please stop pestering my child and me without a husband and a father? "I promise you, I'll definitely give you a lot of money …"

She sobbed with snot and tears. Originally, Chu Keyue was very pretty. In addition to her current pitiful appearance, the words she said made her seem even more convincing.

An Shuang had already received the scorn and scorn from the surrounding people … What should he do? She couldn't afford to throw dirty water on him. Now that the information on the internet was so well-developed, if someone were to record this scene and expose it to the internet, she would undoubtedly be disbanding the identity as the mistress of a family!

She helplessly cast a distress glance at Mo Yeyan!

Mo Ye Han couldn't help but find it funny. So she also came to his aid and was so clever at the beginning. He really thought she was omnipotent.

However, thinking about it, once a woman encountered a matter related to reputation, he would be a little flustered. The corner of his mouth twitched. Just as he was about to berate them, Mo Yefeng returned from the washroom.

When he saw Chu Keyue, he was so frightened that he went insane.

"Wah …" Bad woman, you bad woman... "I hate you, you villain …"

An Qian was also shocked. She hurriedly stood up and pulled the emotional Mo Yefeng into his embrace, comforting him non-stop, "Brother Feng, what's wrong? "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Mo Yafeng was curled up in An Qian's embrace, shivering. She glared at Chu Kaiyue, gritting her teeth as she said, "Murderer, vicious woman …" You killed someone... You killed someone... Ahhh … Murderer... "Bad woman …"

An Qian was so scared that she was about to cry. She didn't know what to say.

Chu Keyue had not expected Mo Yefeng to be so resistant to him.

"Bad woman... You killed my mother... I want to kill you. I want to kill you. "

Mo Ye Feng's eyes turned bright as he pushed An Qian away, picked up the fork on the table, and prepared to stab Chu Keyue.

Chu Keyue screamed and hid behind Mo Yeyue.

Mo Eversnow pushed her gently to the side and said, "Get lost now!"

Chu Kangyue's face was pale, and she was mumbling incoherently. Her entire body trembled as she picked up the bag on the table and fled. Those slander from her just now were also broken.

Mo Yefeng wanted to chase after him, but An Qian was afraid that something might happen to him. So, she pulled Mo Yefeng towards him and hugged him tightly.

"I'm not afraid, I'm fine, I'm fine, the bad woman ran away, I was scared away by you."

Mo Yefeng waved both his hands and the fork in his hand seemed to be a sharp weapon used to defend his family. While he was yelling and waving, a sharp part of his knife and fork slashed on An Qian's arm.

"Ugh!" An Qian was in so much pain that she couldn't help but moan.

"What's going on!" Upon hearing this sound, Mo Yehan pulled out the Ink Night Wind from her bosom and examined the wound on her arm.

An Qian also reacted out of reflex. She pushed him, then hugged Mo Yifan who was sitting down by the side. She lightly patted his back, comforting him in a gentle tone.

"It's fine now. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. The bad guys have run away, and they've been scared away by you. We're safe, safe! "

Being pushed around by her and seeing her desperately hug her big brother, it was as if her heart had turned over to a spice bottle. All kinds of feelings welled up inside her!

Finally, under An Ran's shallow pacification, Mo Yefeng's emotions gradually calmed down.

All of his previous anger and madness had now turned into helpless, weak cries. He curled up in Ann's warm arms like a wounded child.

"Mommy …" Woo woo, she killed you … You left me... Abandon us... "Mom!"

An Qian had never seen the weak and helpless side of the night wind. In her memories, he had always been that small child. Simple and cute. The sun was warm and warm.

At the same time, his heart was trembling.

What had happened to cause a person with a damaged IQ to have such a contrasting feeling? The wound on her arm was still bleeding, but she did not feel any pain at all. All her attention was focused on Mo Yefeng, so much so that she completely ignored the complicated look on Mo Yeyue's face.

With this disturbance, Mo Yefeng did not return to school in the afternoon. The three of them returned to the garden dejectedly.

Mo Yefeng was still not in high spirits. He was in a dispirited state.

Inside, the servant came to attend to him.

"He should be tired. Help him back to his room to rest first." An Qian softly ordered.

"Yes." The servants stood against the night wind.

On the other hand, An Shuang was holding his hand and was about to follow him.

A big hand grabbed her slender wrist. She was stunned.