Urban Omnipotent Son-in-law

However, Su Bingqing suddenly stopped when they arrived in the city.    

Mo Nan turned around curiously.    

He saw Su Bingqing in the back looking at the street outside the window.    

"It's not easy to come here. Why don't you take me around?"    

"You still want to go?"    

Mo Nan smiled bitterly.    

He looked at the woman's bright eyes and wished he could send her back to Wan City now.    

It was too scary.    

He was truly convinced. Su Bingqing opened her mouth, but in the end, she was a businessman. She tricked people into doing a set of things. After living in the village for less than two days, she found out about the last time he wet his pants when he was seven years old...    

If this goes on, Does he not want face?!    

Perhaps the old man chased the two of them away, but there was also a layer of meaning behind it. He was afraid that his daughter-in-law, who was about to be in his hands, would slip away with a whoosh.    

He had no choice. His son was disappointing. He had to think of a way for his son.    

At this moment, Su Bingqing crossed her arms and looked at Mo Nan calmly.    

"Alright."    

Mo Nan could not hold back the driver's urging. After getting out of the car, he slammed the door. He did not care about his brother's scolding. He started to lead the way and gradually calmed down.    

"Here, this noodle house. I came here often when I was young. The old man was mysterious at that time. He often threw it to me in the morning. " Five dollars. Then one day, he disappeared... "    

"Aunt Liu's stall is still here. Have a taste of the pancakes here. It's delicious."    

At first, Su Bingqing asked again and it was time. Later, it became Mo Nan who was giving a speech alone.    

Su Bingqing only quietly listened.    

To be honest, Coming to Qingcheng this time, she felt like she was dreaming.    

She just quietly stayed for a few days, during which nothing happened. Just like that, it passed.    

Whether it was Mo Nan or Old Mo, they were all too real.    

It was so real that it made people feel like they were hallucinating.    

For example, what she thought was that even if Old Master Mo lived in the village, he should have built a small villa or even a manor and lived happily in his old age.    

Who would have thought that the old man who had offered tens of millions of gifts would actually live in an earthen house that was more than a hundred square meters...    

Su Bingqing had seen rich people who kept a low profile before, but to keep a low profile to this extent, wasn't it a little too much?    

It was only when she saw Mo Nan eating a pancake that she finally understood what was going on.    

This father and son pair were not saints who treated money like dirt.    

It was because no one took care of them. They had money in their pockets for hundreds of years and did not know how to spend it.    

So he got used to being poor.    

This was an answer that made people not know whether to laugh or cry, but this was the truth.    

Su Bingqing then slapped her forehead.    

"I originally thought that I was very miserable when I was young..."    

"I didn't expect you to be even worse than me. The two of us really sympathize with each other."    

"That means we are fated."    

Mo Nan turned around and winked.    

The two of them walked on the street hand in hand. They did not care about the jealous looks of the single dogs around them.    

As they walked, Mo Nan did not know why he brought Su Bingqing to a pile of abandoned debris.    

"This place is also torn down?"    

He looked up and sighed with disappointment.    

"This is?"    

Su Bingqing lowered her head and could see red words on a few big stones beside her.    

"The place where I went to school."    

Mo Nan suddenly gritted his teeth fiercely as he spoke. He pretended to straighten his chest and said, "It's a pity that I didn't come back earlier. Otherwise, I would have had to let those snobbish people see how good I am now..."    

"Yes, they will definitely ask if you have spicy sauce."    

Su Bingqing giggled.    

Mo Nan was stunned for a long time before he realized what was going on. He rolled his eyes and said angrily, "You look like a delivery man."    

He lowered his head and looked at himself. He was not as bad as she said. He should be...    

Suddenly, Mo Nan looked up and saw a big guy among the debris. He said confidently, "What's wrong with the delivery guy? Nowadays, the delivery guys are all capable. This is quite similar to me."    

"Almighty?"    

Su Bingqing obviously did not believe it and curled her lips.    

She knew. The man in front of me does have something that ordinary people can't compare to. But it was a bit ridiculous to say that he knew everything.    

"You don't believe me?"    

Mo Nan raised his eyebrows.    

Then he walked toward the big guy in the debris.    

An old piano. No matter how old it was, it could still make sounds.    

"How can there be a piano in a place like this?"    

Su Bingqing was stunned when she saw old rascal sitting in front of the piano chair. Then she realized what was wrong.    

Putting aside the fact that this place had been torn down, there were many people passing by. It was impossible that no one had noticed such an eye-catching object on the pile of dirt. Anyone who could make a sound would have been moved away long ago.    

Moreover, the school was obviously not newly demolished. The piano had been exposed to the wind and rain for so long. It should have been broken a long time ago.    

Su Bingqing saw that Mo Nan did not suspect anything. She seemed to have sensed something and immediately looked around.    

Then, she saw a graceful person standing 100 meters away. She looked at the figure in the distance.    

The other party's appearance was not the slightest bit inferior to hers. It was even more so a type of indescribable immortal energy, as if it was otherworldly.    

The two women's gazes quickly interweaved, sparks faintly erupting in the air.    

"Look here."    

Mo Nan suddenly said.    

In the next second, Su Bingqing heard melodious notes. She turned around in surprise and saw Mo Nan's hands jumping on the keys.    

The music gradually turned mellow, as if it was talking about the romance between men and women.    

Su Bingqing, who was focused on her business, did not know much about classical music, but she was also immersed in it.    

She quietly looked at the man in front of her.    

Mo Nan, who was playing the piano seriously, had a kind of charm that was hard to detect.    

Su Bingqing quickly felt relieved. She took one last look at the direction of the woman in the distance and completely focused her attention on the performance that Mo Nan had played for her alone.    

More and more people stopped in their tracks.    

The auntie who bought the vegetables forgot to go home.    

The man who was hugging his girlfriend forgot to touch her.    

On the abandoned pile of debris, the man who looked like a decadent musician and the beautiful woman who gave off a noble aura made them subconsciously exclaim and applaud in the end.    

Finally, Su Bingqing turned around and expressed her gratitude for Mo Nan to the guest who stopped. That confident face seemed to be showing off something.    

Mo Nan stood up. He bent around like a real master.    

He had no choice. He thought that if he did not give Su Bingqing enough face today, he would at least get beaten up.    

Of course, with beauty Su's character, she would not make a move. Because she did not know what kind of punishment she would use, that was even more terrifying.    

100 meters away.    

Mu Hanyan, who seemed indifferent, suddenly clenched her fists and turned around expressionlessly.    

"Let's go."    

Beside her stood another man. He was dressed in a handmade suit and his hair was waxed. He looked as coquettish as he could be.    

He noticed that Mu Hanyan was not in a good mood, so he looked in Mo Nan's direction and snorted.    

"He's just a country bumpkin who only knows how to show off after learning a bit of fur. Hanyan, there is no need for you to be angry because of him..."