451: C451 Curse Me for Being a Father Do You like Being a Father

C451 Curse Me for Being a Father Do You like Being a Father

Nangong Mo raised his eyebrows and said with a laugh, "Yo, is my future son-in-law greeting me?"

Mu Tingye frowned and slapped away Nangong Mo's hand that was about to touch his son's. "Go, who is your son-in-law? Don't randomly acknowledge relatives."

"Mu Tingye, you really have no conscience saying such things. Isn't your son my future son-in-law?"

Mu Tingye sneered. "You have to have a daughter first. Besides, your lifestyle is so unruly. Who knows if your daughter is your biological daughter?"

"Hey, hey, hey. Are you cursing me for being a father? Why would I be so stupid?"

Two dignified men were arguing over their own children, and one of them was a man who had not even had a child yet. This made Ji Nian very suspicious of the intelligence of these two people. She walked over and took the son who was watching the two men argue with great interest. She was really afraid that her son would be led astray.

"I will carry him to feed him well. He should be hungry." He had just been carried into his mother's arms when his little head was already in his mother's arms. It looked like he was really hungry.

This made Mu Tingye frown. He reached out to carry his son. "I will carry him."

However, the child was obviously unwilling. He knew that he would be carried away from his mother's arms. He grinned and cried for a while. Mu Tingye already knew about his son's terrible behavior of pretending to cry, so when he heard him cry, he insisted on carrying him over. The child's crying became louder, startling Old Master Mu, who had come out early in the morning.

"Ye, what are you doing?" Old Master Mu asked in a serious voice. He was clearly nervous about his great-grandson.

Ye Meihui, who pushed Old Master Mu out, also stared at her son. "Yeah, didn't you hear him cry? He didn't want you to carry him."

Mu Tingye had no choice but to let go. He went back into his mother's arms and buried his face deep into his mother's chest. He made a squeaking sound. The old man and Ling Meihui comforted him and completely ignored Mu Tingye, who was standing at the side.

Mu Tingye stared at his son, feeling that he had been abandoned no matter what.

Nangong Mo secretly found it funny. He patted Mu Tingye's shoulder and comforted him." Sigh, sometimes it's not so easy to be a wet nurse."

"Aren't you going home to be tortured? Why are you still here? " Mu Tingye cast a cold glance at his good friend, who was taking pleasure in his misfortune, and ordered him to leave.

Nangong Mo coughed lightly to cover his smile. There was some sympathy in his eyes, but he teased himself. "Actually, you and I are almost in the same boat. Don't get hurt too much. After all, he is your son."

"That's right. It is better than someone who likes to be a father when there is a risk. Young Master Mo is easy to leave, so I won't see you off." Mu Tingye turned around and went to chase after his wife and son. He did not have time to talk to the man who did not have a family.

Nangong Mo did not mind. He just shrugged. When he turned around to look at the cruise, a dark light flashed in his eyes. The cruise had docked. The woman did not need to jump into the sea anymore.

It had been more than an hour since he returned from City J to C City by plane. However, Young Master Mo insisted on driving his private car back. He was the one who drove it. He let his assistant walk and stop as if he was having fun. He drove slowly towards his home.

When the news was sent back, it naturally angered his father. He kept scolding this kid that he would die if he did not play for a day.

After that, Young Master Mo took two days to return home. In the western style courtyard house, two iron doors slowly opened and the car drove into the courtyard.

Old Zhang was already waiting at the door. When he saw his young master get off the car, his old face was filled with tears. This little ancestor had finally returned. His voice was trembling as he said, "Young master, you're finally back."

Nangong Mo put on a pair of sunglasses and patted Old Zhang's shoulder. "Old Zhang, don't be so touched. Pay attention to your body."

Old Zhang was only in his fifties. It was reasonable to say that being a housekeeper in a wealthy family was not a bitter job. However, his back was a little hunched and he was also thin. It was obvious that he had paid a lot for the family. There was no other way. He was honest and loyal, and the relationship between the old master and the young master was not good. And he had to use him to ease the relationship. He was too worried. He even made himself ten years older than his actual age.

"Young Master, quickly enter the house. Today, several young ladies brought their son-in-law back to accompany the old master for dinner. With you, Young Master, everyone will be present." When Old Zhang smiled, his face was covered in wrinkles. It was not ugly, but rather amiable.

" Oh? Those few older sisters of mine brought their men to coax the old man's heart?" Don't blame him for his unpleasant words. In this family, the only one who spoke the truth was him. The truth was usually unpleasant to the ear.

Old Zhang was also used to his sarcasm and took the initiative to filter out these words. He still smiled and said, "Young master, let's go in."

"Okay." Nangong Mo unbutton his suit and walked to the door.

The western courtyard of Nangong family was very big. It also had a backyard and a swimming pool. The restaurant was built near the garden, separated by a floor-to-ceiling glass window. The beautiful scenery of the garden could be seen. It was a long white dining table. This time, it was filled with people.

Old Zhang walked in front and excitedly announced, "Master, the young master is back, the young master is back!"

The atmosphere in the dining hall was originally very lively, but when he heard the announcement, it became even more lively. Just as Nangong Mo walked to the door, he heard his fourth sister, Nangong Xia, laughing." Aiya, it's our precious young master who is back!"0

Nangong Mo had four older sisters, and he was ranked fifth. Just by looking at the number of people, he knew that Father Zhuo had to give birth to a son before he gave up. Originally, Young Master Mo was the youngest and most precious young master in the family. However, two years ago, Father Zhuo married his second wife. After giving birth to the young master, his youngest and most precious position was snatched away.

Among the four older sisters, the fourth sister, Nangong Xia, was the one with the sweetest mouth. Just as Nangong Mo's long legs stepped into the dining room, Nangong Xia had already pushed open the dining chair and came up to him, "My ancestor, Fifth Master Mo, you're finally back! Our father has been talking about his precious son every day, why hasn't he returned yet? I can't wait to see him come back!"

A maid came up and took the jacket from Nangong Mo's hand. He looked at Fourth Sister with a harmless smile on his face." Oh? Is that so? How am I still a precious son? My status has long been demoted."

"How could that be? You will always be the legitimate Fifth Master Mo of Nangong family." Nangong Xia's mouth was full of pleasant words.

"Alright, Fourth Sister, Fifth Brother has just returned. You should ask him to come and greet dad first. Why are you pestering him?" A slightly heavy female voice sounded.

Nangong Xia was slightly startled, but he quickly reacted. He turned around and smiled at the person who had just spoken. "Yes, yes, yes, Eldest Sister is right. Seeing that I was happy for a moment... It's my fault. Fifth Lord, quickly go and greet Dad." She gently pulled Nangong Mo over. She didn't follow him, but returned to her own position.

Nangong Mo walked very casually to the front of the dining table. On the main seat sat the head of the family, Nangong Xi. He had a long life of 65 this year, but he had maintained it very well. He looked like he was only 50 years old, and his hair was still jet black. He meticulously combed it to the side, and between his eyebrows, one could see that he was a handsome man when he was young.

Before Nangong Mo appeared, he had a smile on his face. Now that his son had walked in front of him and was about to greet him, he deliberately put on a stern face and only looked at the food on the table. His posture was that of waiting for his son to greet him.

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