At this time, Sister Mei also said, "Son-in-law, Miss, don't worry, you have me here."
In order not to let my mother worry too much, Han Jiamei nodded and said, "Okay, Mo Fan and I will go back and come back tomorrow!"
Mo Fan didn't want to leave yet because he couldn't let it go.
It was forcibly pulled away by Han Jiamei.
As soon as his daughter and son-in-law left, Peiying closed her eyes and felt sadness arises from her heart.
"Madam, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Sister Mei bent down in front of the bed and asked with concern, "Do you want to call the doctor to come and see?"
"No." Peiying opened her eyes, looked at her, and sighed softly, "I'm so sad..."
"..." Sister Mei also felt sad quietly.
Peiying said, "We don't know what the Mo family really thinks. In front of the media, of course they will not add insults, which makes them look like they have no plans."
"Are you worried about the lady?" Sister Mei understood.
Peiying answered with silence.
After a while, Sister Mei sat down in the chair in front of the bed, and she comforted, "Madam, you have also seen it. My son-in-law is kind to the lady with her heart. If you have my son-in-law here, don't worry."
"People will change." Peiying fell into a sense of sadness. "The best marriage is a good match. It was originally a match, but now..."
Sister Mei felt heavy when she said this.
Mo Fan drove Jiamei back to the Mo family. The lights in the car were yellow and played a romantic French song, turning the volume to moderate.
The lights outside the car window are just on the rise, and night falls.
During the silence along the way, the two young men returned to the Mo family.
The car was parked in a yard full of tulips, and a gust of evening breeze blew gently, and the fragrance of flowers was swaying.
Only then did Jiamei withdraw her thoughts, "Oh no, I forgot to buy a gift."
“What gift?”
"I can't just go empty-handed when I come to meet my elders, right?" Han Jiamei was embarrassed, and her etiquette told her that she should not enter the door with her bare hands, even if she was just an ordinary friend.
Seeing her nervous look, Mo Fan held her hand, "This is my own family. We are married, have you forgotten?"
As he said that, he unbuttoned her seat belt and handed her a warm smile. It was this smile that gave her a sense of security.
After getting off the car, Mo Fan walked around the car and hugged her shoulders, as if giving Jiamei a strength.
No matter what she had to face, she was no longer afraid because Mo Fan was there and love was there.
As soon as I entered the living room door, I found that there was no one in the living room.
"I'll go to the bathroom first." Mo Fan might be a little anxious and left Jiamei alone in the living room.
Just when Jiamei was about to call her parents to find someone-
"If you didn't stop me, my son would have to divorce!" Mo Changqing's voice came from the upper floor, "Han Xiangyang was obviously anxious to marry his daughter and threw all the remaining problems to us."
Immediately afterwards, Han Jiamei heard the footsteps going downstairs again. She stood in the living room, looking at the corner of the stairs without a moment.
"I would rather demolish a temple than destroy a marriage." Yajie complained, "Have you heard this? As long as our son is willing, why do you care so much?"
As soon as the words were finished, the couple passed by the corner of the stairs and crashed into the girl's sight in the living room at a glance!
Everyone looked at each other, their steps stopped, their chests shrank, and they were stunned for a while before turning their eyes to look out of the floor-to-ceiling window, where their son's car was parked!
"Jiamei." Yajie put away her embarrassment and hurried downstairs, "Are you back? Why don't you call in advance?"
Han Jiamei seemed to have frozen, "..." She was still looking at the man on the stairs.
What he said just now is still echoing in his ears.