Chapter 2212 What if I Am Willing to Let You Have the Final Say?

"Aunt, uncle, I'm going home too."

On the side, Zhang Minghui lowered his eyes while listening to the conversation between Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha, and then said goodbye to them with a smile.

After graduating from college, he moved out of the Wen family and used the money he earned from working with Mo Ziyi to buy a three-bedroom apartment with two living rooms.

Wen Jin nodded, "Xiaohui, drive slower on the road."

"Xiao Hui, in the future, if you want to participate in the affairs between Zi Yi and Qing Qing, try to be as little involved as possible. Their current situation is a bit delicate. Don't make things worse, you know?"

Jin Xiaocha's words were interrupted by Wen Jin holding her hand in private. He took over her words and said, "Xiaohui, Zi Yi's temper is not very good. Your aunt is afraid that he will implicate you again because of Qing Qing. "

"I know uncle, aunt, don't worry, I won't get involved in Zi Yi and Qing Qing's affairs."

After Zhang Minghui left, Wen Jin asked Jing Xiaocha, "What time did Xiaohui and Qingqing come in the afternoon?"

"Around four o'clock."

Jing Xiaocha pursed her lips and said calmly, "There is something I have never told you."

"Is it about Xiaohui?"

"Um."

"You don't need to tell me, I know, forget it, let them go. He has been with Zi Yi for so many years, he knows what he should and shouldn't do."

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"Brother Ziyi, thank you..."

Outside the Qin family villa.

Tan Qingqing didn't finish thanking Mo Ziyi when she saw him unbuckle his seat belt, open the car door and get out.

A trace of surprise flashed across her eyes, and she quickly unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car.

"Brother Ziyi, you don't have to send me in."

"Momo has to work overtime tonight, I will give you a massage later."

"No……"

"Last night was just an accident. That won't happen again."

Beside him, Mo Ziyi was tall and handsome, with a cold look on his handsome eyebrows. He really didn't have the slightest interest in her.

Tan Qingqing's face changed slightly.

She pursed her lips at his cool words, and before she raised her hand to press the password, Mo Ziyi had already opened the door for her.

Her home was as familiar as his own.

"Go in and stand here to cool off."

After Mo Ziyi finished speaking, he took the lead and walked into the house.

Tan Qingqing followed him, looking at his tall and tall back, she unconsciously felt a strange feeling in her heart.

"You want to see Xinxin?"

When he walked to the door of the living room, Mo Ziyi in front suddenly turned around.

Tan Qingqing almost bumped into him.

He was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Did Sister Momo tell you?"

"Um."

Mo Ziyi nodded and walked into the living room ahead.

He bent down and took out her slippers from the shoe cabinet, then took out a pair and put them on himself.

After that sentence, Tan Qingqing didn't answer any more, and just put on her shoes silently.

The two of them walked to the sofa one after another. After Mo Ziyi sat down, Tan Qingqing poured two more glasses of water, one for him and two sips for herself.

"If you want to see her, I will take you there tomorrow."

"Her legs?"

"She doesn't want to use prosthetic limbs and has been sitting in a wheelchair." Mo Ziyi's voice sounded cold.

Tan Qingqing felt a strange emotion in her heart, lowered her eyes, and sat down on the sofa next to him.

The cup in his hand was not placed on the coffee table, but held in both hands.

This topic made the atmosphere dull for no reason.

Mo Ziyi looked deeply at Tan Qingqing. After four years, they talked about what happened back then for the first time.

He knew it was impossible for her to be at peace.

His mood was equally uneasy.

After picking up the water she poured and drinking it in one gulp, he stood up and sat next to him, reached out and took the cup from her hand and put it on the coffee table.

Tan Qingqing opened her mouth, but what she wanted to say was preempted by him, "You haven't completely recovered from your cold yet. I'll give you massage for two more days."

With that said, he grabbed her hand and massaged her skillfully.

Under the soft crystal light, Tan Qingqing looked at Mo Ziyi's lowered eyebrows calmly.

As she breathed, the air was mixed with the clear and familiar masculine scent, poured into her lungs, and then penetrated into every cell in her body. It was like being gently brushed by an invisible and intangible feather. It was indescribable. That feeling made her heartbeat speed up uncontrollably.

"Today Shi Xi said that you are going to take her to meet her parents?"

Maybe the atmosphere was too quiet and dull. Qingqing felt that it would be difficult to breathe if she didn't find a topic to talk about.

But there seemed to be nothing in common between them.

So her words turned into talking about him and Shi Xi.

Mo Ziyi paused while massaging her, then raised his eyes to look at her with a somewhat unnatural expression, but tried his best to show a natural expression.

He nodded slightly, "Well, on the day you returned to China, she didn't see my parents because she had something to do. You happened to be going to the company today, so I asked her to meet you first."

"I?"

Qingqing looked at him blankly.

"She knows that you have lived in my house for eighteen years, and she said that you must know my parents and Momo best. She wants to establish a good relationship with you first, starting from you, and then getting to know my parents..."

Mo Ziyi said it calmly.

The tone was calm and natural, giving people a contradictory feeling. It felt that he and Shi Xi had already gotten along well enough to talk about marriage.

It also makes people feel that his relationship with Shi Xi is not very good, just because the boy is getting married and the girl is getting married, so they are looking for someone to live with.

Qingqing didn't know why she felt this way.

Maybe it's because she has been used to the loving and affectionate relationship with the elders around her since she was a child.

Just like Uncle Mo's gentle doting on Aunt Wen when they were at his house, when Uncle Mo talks about Aunt Wen, his expression is definitely not the same as Mo Ziyi's expression when talking about the past.

"It seems that Si Xi really loves you so much that he wants to start with me, an outsider. You can take her back while Uncle Mo and Aunt Wen are at home."

Qingqing had a light smile on her face, giving advice like a friend.

Mo Ziyi's movements paused again.

He looked at her with deep eyes, "Do you want me to get married quickly?"

His sudden lowered voice made Qingqing take a breath.

The smile on her face froze for a second, and then she smiled again, even brighter than before, "Brother Ziyi, why do you say this? You have always been a decisive person. When did you and Si Xi get married? It’s not me who has the final say.”

Since he asked Shi Xi to see her as a family member.

"What if I'm willing to let you have the final say?"

Mo Ziyi seemed angry.

His expression suddenly darkened.

The eyes looking at her were so deep and heavy that Tan Qingqing could hardly sit still.

Feeling the intensity of his hand increasing, she secretly cursed herself for being so stupid just now and wanted to know the progress between him and Si Xi.

It's so stupid to ask him.

"Brother Ziyi, are you serious?"

Tan Qingqing swallowed her saliva and leaned on the back of the sofa without leaving a trace, thus increasing the distance between her and him.

However, the distance between her and Mo Ziyi didn't seem to widen. His body was leaning forward with hers, and at this moment, their breaths were entangled.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.