Mo Xianxian felt like something was blocked in her throat, which made her unable to speak: "Ajing, I..."
At this time, Yu Wenjing suddenly said: "Xianxian, I have something to ask you."
An Xiyue didn't understand what Yu Wenjing wanted to do. She said so much. If Yu Wenjing really liked Li Yun'er, he should take this opportunity to make it clear to Mo Xianxian and stop Mo Xianxian's thoughts.
He called her "Xianxian", which seemed to be very close yet distant, and also like the tenderness between lovers.
An Xiyue has known Yu Wenjing for so long, and she has never seen him call a woman's name so gently.
When Li Yun'er heard the word "Xianxian", she instinctively wanted to avoid it and prepared to leave without thinking. However, Yu Wenjing moved faster than her, and almost at the same time, he stood in front of Li Yun'er domineeringly.
I saw Yu Wenjing's eyes were firm, as if he had made a decision in a single thought, and said calmly: "If I were still the Yu Wenjing who had no money, would you still come to me, or if I was not the legitimate young master of the Yuwen family in Jiangnan? , but they picked it up and are not qualified to inherit the family. Will you come to ask for my forgiveness without hesitation?"
He really couldn't understand what Mo Xianxian was doing, and he doubted whether he really understood Mo Xianxian.
Suddenly, not only Mo Xianxian was shocked and speechless, An Xiyue and Li Yun'er were also shocked and held their breath. What did Yu Wenjing mean?
"Aren't you Yuwen's biological child?" An Xiyue asked. She remembered that her husband said that Yu Wenjing's parents and grandmother loved him very much.
By asking this, isn't he saying that all Mo Xianxian cares about from the beginning to the end is money? This is how she married the wealthy Guo family. Now that Guo family has been defeated, she knows that Yu Wenjing is the son of a wealthy businessman, so she pursues him relentlessly.
Now Yu Wenjing's identity as a wealthy businessman was shattered and he became a pauper in an instant.
Yu Wenjing's words slapped Mo Xianxian hard in the face. If Yu Wenjing really had no money, what was the point of Mo Xianxian's pleading.
"A Jing..." Tears fell from the corners of Mo Xianxian's eyes: "Why do you say that?"
Yu Wenjing glanced at everyone, and then said: "Yes, it is just as you guessed. I am not a child of the Yuwen family, and I will not return to Jiangnan to inherit the family business in the future. I have been following Nangong Yuanyi to idle around and eat his living. I'm used to it too."
Yu Wenjing said extremely seriously, "I was sent to Piaomiao Villa to study art since I was a child, because my health was very poor when I was a child, and I almost died. They never came to see me. I know they wanted to give up on me, but I Mingda survived in the end.”
"Xianxian, now that you know the truth, are you still willing to give up your identity as the mistress of the Guo family and be with me?" Yu Wenjing said again: "I followed King Nan to Southern Xinjiang because I wanted to make a big difference here. Ten to eight years, or even longer..."
Yu Wenjing said a lot, and Mo Xianxian was confused. He said that he was not the biological son of a rich family. He said that he would stay in Southern Xinjiang for ten to eight years, or even longer. Southern Xinjiang was extremely poor. Is he crazy?
No wonder she had known him for so many years. Yu Wenjing had never mentioned that his family was rich, and he didn't have the slightest bit of a young master's temper.
An Xiyue did not expect Yu Wenjing to be so sinister. If Mo Xianxian promised and was willing to be a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks with him in southern Xinjiang, what should he do?
