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

    It was almost comparable to what Fifth Aunt made. It was really delicious.


  Xie Fengmian felt that her smile was innocent and silly.


  A little ... Love! Although he didn't want to admit it.


  Xie Fengmian didn't want to talk to Fu Ling, so he went to chat with the boss and asked, ""Boss, if your food is so delicious, why don't you open a shop? This alley is too remote…With your skills, it's easy for you to earn money when you open a shop."


  Moreover, a small wonton stall was actually open at midnight. It felt a little strange.


  The boss was a man who looked to be in his fifties. Probably because he bent over to make wontons all year round, his back was a little hunched. He looked simple and honest.


  He looked up and smiled. " I'm used to it. It's close to home. It's been so many years. I think it's pretty good here. I don't want to move. "


  Xie Fengmian wanted to say something, but Fulin suddenly tugged at him.


Chapter 1073: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms