Early October

Mo Yangyang, the fake daughter was kicked out of the family when the real daughter of the family returned. The real daughter demanded a good reputation, thus Mo Yangyang had to set her off by being the bad girl. She couldn't stand it any longer when she realized she was terminally ill. Even cannon fodder deserved to die with dignity. To leave no regrets behind, Mo Yangyang made a move on the man whom she was secretly in love for ten years, but she ended up being entangled with the man's uncle, the fifth son of the Xie Family whom every woman in Xiacheng was willing to squeeze their heads through a crowd just to meet in person, the man with the name Xie Xize.
Mo Yangyang, "Don't worry, I'm almost dead anyway.
Three months later...
Mo Yangyang, "Why am I still alive? And why is there another life in my stomach too? Wouldn't Fifth Elder Xie murder me once he found out about it?"
So she ran...
Five years later, the little kid dragged his trembling mother to Xie Xize and said, "Take good care of your woman, don't make me have to worry about her always." Fifth Elder Xie, "How are you going to pay me back for kidnapping my son for so many years?" Mo Yangyang shuddered, "I can give you another child...do you want it?"
The little kid, "I have a chance to start over again. I must take precautions earlier. With my father around, I won't have to worry that mom would be killed like cannon fodder again. It's time to teach those scum a lesson!"

The Cannon Fodder and Her Mr. Right

    Mo Yangyang's lips curled up, revealing two rows of white teeth. Her smile was cold and demonic. " However, it's not too late now. You went through the trouble to give me your head. I have no reason not to fulfill your wish. "


  In her early years, Mo Yangyang was also arrogant and willful. The only person who could make her afraid and obedient was Xie Caesar.


  In front of others, she was never afraid!


  However, he had gone through too many ups and downs over the years, and his edges had been smoothed out.


  However, this did not mean that she was as easy to bully as she looked.


  Mo Yangyang's face was expressionless, and the viciousness in her eyes was completely different from her beautiful appearance.


  Her hand was firmly pressing down on Mo Shixuan's head. No matter how she struggled, she could not break free.


  The water in the pool overflowed with the struggle, but it was quickly filled up by the running tap!


Do You Really Think I Can't Raise My Knife If I Don't Torment You?