Chapter 1787 How Did You Bring Your Ancestors Back!

"I dropped it." Mo Nanchong pointed to the fragments on the ground and said, "Thirty million, fifty million, twenty-five million, I dropped them all!"

"Your son said he wanted to play with me, so I played with him. We haven't seen each other for a long time, and I thought since we haven't seen each other for a long time, it's not impossible to come and meet."

Mo Nanchong had a slight smile on her face, she raised her eyebrows with an interesting look on her face.

Yan Feng's face instantly turned green, "Small, little aunt?"

"Yeah, does Patriarch Yan still remember me? I thought I forgot it!" Mo Nanchong stared at Yan Feng interestingly, "I haven't seen you for many years. Patriarch Yan has a good memory. Did not forget me."

Yan Feng's legs were already trembling, and he almost knelt down in front of Mo Nanchong, with an expression of going crazy.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Yan He moved to Yan Feng's side, and asked in a low voice, "Dad, do you really know each other?"

"Bastard!" Yan Feng scolded, "Why did you bring your ancestor back!"

"Ancestor what, ancestor?" Yan He looked confused, "What ancestor? Dad, you are crazy, this is a little girl!"

"You fucking forgot what I told you, you can mess with flowers and grass, you can mess with anything, but don't mess with the Mo family, what are you doing wrong, you want to mess with your ancestors?"

Yan Feng was about to collapse.

As the saying goes, it's easier to invite God than to send God away, but that Lord Rong was not easy to deal with back then, and it is rumored that her little ancestor's daughter was even more difficult to deal with.

This posture is exactly the same as that of Master Rong, and it is even more difficult to deal with it.

Back then, he suffered a great loss from Master Rong, and he also suffered a great loss when this little girl was only in her teens.

So their Yan family has been keeping a low profile, fearing that if they are too low key, these ancestors will come to them.

As a result, it really came to the door.

No, it was his son who found it!

Yan Feng glared at Yan He fiercely, and didn't dare to say anything more. He turned his head and said to his wife, "Madam, hurry up and get some fruit and tea. This is Miss Mojia, that Beloved Miss, live Grandfather!"

"It's that one!" Mrs. Yan had obviously heard the rumors about Mo Nanchong, she shivered in fright, turned around and hurriedly went to prepare.

Yan He saw the situation and knew something was wrong.

No wonder this dead girl was willing to follow him home and said she wanted to see his father, because she knew her and she was from the Mo family?

Isn't the Mo family the Fourth Master Mo? The family his father fears the most...

I heard that the people in this family have always acted very arrogantly and exaggeratedly, maybe even tougher than him, and no one can afford to offend them.

It is said that behind this family, there is almost nothing they don't know and can't control...

Yan He's face gradually turned green, turning into a gradient color. He just looked at Mo Nanchong like this, and he reacted quickly, "You are, the lady from the Mo family? Then why didn't you tell me, I want Knowing that you are the one who cannot be offended, how can I offend you! Look, I don't even know!"

Yan He hastily apologized to Mo Nanchong.

Yan Feng also nodded and bowed his head to apologize, "I'm sorry, this bastard doesn't know anything, I don't know that you are not easy to provoke, Lord Chong. I'm really sorry, let's forget about today, I'll send someone to see you off go back?"

"Forget it? You don't plan to forget it, do you still want me to pay compensation?" Mo Nanchong raised his eyebrows, with a strange look on his face.

"No, no, there is no need for compensation. We should compensate you for smashing these things." Yan Feng said in a low voice, "We will compensate, not you!"

"Hey, isn't that what it is, what a useless hand." Mo Nan looked at Yan Feng eagerly, "My hand is injured, so it's hard to make money, ah, I'm so poor now, I really have no money, how can I survive what?"

"Understood, I'll send money, and I'll send money right away." Yan Feng began to send money to Mo Nanchong with a sad face.

First hit 50 million.

Mo Nanchong looked at his hands sadly.

Then another 50 million was hit, and Mo Nanchong pretended to cry a few times.

Yan Feng: "..."

He hit another 100 million.

This time, Mo Nanchong raised his head and smiled at Yan Feng, "I just said, Uncle Yan is a nice person, generous and cute."

Yan Feng: "..."

Cute ghost, generous fart, he doesn't want to give it, but can he not?

Yan He watched his father transfer money from the side, he couldn't believe it, "You have never given me so much money!"

"You still have the face to question?" Yan Feng gave Yan He a deadly look.

"Grandma, little ancestor, do you have any other requirements? If you have any, just say so, we will satisfy you!"

"Miss Mo, I brought some food over here, you can try it." Madam Yan also came over.

The housekeepers also heard the movement and came over one by one, and they all stood beside Mo Nanchong under Yan Feng's eyes, as if they were at their disposal.

Mo Nanchong crossed his legs and ate, leisurely, with no intention of leaving.

Yan Feng's face turned dark.

Yan He also stood by, not daring to say anything, of course he knew about this ancestor, he had only heard about it from his father before, but now he saw it with his own eyes.

Although it looks like he just looks good, but his father, he can't beat him, so there is a reason to be afraid of this.

Suddenly there was the sound of a car outside.

Yan Feng looked at Yan He, "Who else did you bring?"

"I don't have one!" Yan He's expression turned ugly, "My people are waiting outside and won't come in!"

"Who could it be? It's already two o'clock!" Yan Feng said angrily.

Just as he was talking, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and then Li Jiujue came in with a group of people carrying bazookas.

Yan Feng: "..."

Yan He: "..."

"I heard that the young master of the Yan family detained my wife?" Li Jiujue raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan He, "Why, are you so interested in my wife? Want to steal someone from me?"

"Cough—" Yan He let out a muffled cough, and his complexion became more disheveled, "Li Jiuye? What did you say just now, husband, madam? Are you not married?"

How dare he touch Li Jiujue's wife!

"I'm not married, but I can't have a marriage partner?" Li Jiujue glanced at Yan He, "Is it because I'm blessed by God that you don't move your people, so you dare to step on my head? It's not because you are good , because the mad dog has germs, understand?"

"Master Jiu, I'm sorry, my son is not sensible, he doesn't know who this little ancestor is." Yan Feng explained tremblingly.

This is all right, one ancestor is not enough, and another ancestor has been attracted.

Li Jiujue walked towards Mo Nanchong, who was looking up at him suspiciously.

"Lin Jue called me." Li Jiujue sat next to Mo Nanchong, with a slightly dissatisfied expression on his face, "She said that as long as I save you, she can do a good job for me. If she doesn't say, why should I Won't you save your girlfriend?"