A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh’s Cute and Sweet Wife

Shen Chengjing vowed that from now on, she will keep a safe distance from Mr. Mo, at least three meters away. Her legs are not as long as his, and she is not as fast as him, not as strong as him, and not as domineering as his attitude. Suddenly found that I was with him too much.

  How can this be done? Knowing that there are guests downstairs, you have to start a beast. Sex.

   “Mo Yanchen, I will swear by you.” She whispered, tied her long hair into a ponytail, dropped the comb, and said angrily at him.

  Mo Yanchen put on his shirt and buttoned his buttons in the mirror. After hearing this, he turned around gracefully. Qingjun raised a smile on his face and raised his handsome eyebrows. He asked inexplicably, “What did you just say?”

  The deep and magnetic voice, the question is elegant, and the innocent look makes people ticklish with hatred.

   “Nothing.” She said wittily, took a thin coat and put it on, dragging her tired body out.

  Looking at her angry look, Mo Yanchen chuckled in a low voice, the pampering in the silent eyes, looking at the vibrating mobile phone, he walked over.

  Downstairs, Lin Qinghui was busy, sorting all the things sent last night, and holding a handy paper to write how to use and how to make up, and paste everything.

   “Father, mother, morning.” She walked downstairs and saw Lin Qinghui was busy, and Mo Chenghuan was playing with that unknown potted plant. The picture was very warm.

   “Wake up? Grandma made it early and brought you a portion, which is still hot, and put it on the table.” Lin Qinghui said to her without raising her head.

   “Okay.” She walked towards the restaurant, is that a little bit? There are so many styles that you can open a teahouse.

   While she was eating, she watched Lin Qinghui busy.

  ”Mother, what are you doing?” She ate a pot of snacks, and walked towards Lin Qinghui who was writing.

“These are all supplements. They need to be stewed in a different way. I’m afraid you want to be too troublesome. Just write them. Then you just have to stew as I wrote.” After Lin Qinghui finished writing, his hands kept moving, Stickers on different varieties.

  Mo Chenghuan raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Chengjing: “Young man, I don’t know how to maintain it. This flower is about to wither.”

  As he spoke, Mo Yanchen gracefully descended from downstairs, his slender legs lifted gently, and every step had a rhythm! Slowly, he lifted up his sleeves gracefully, straightened out his sleeves, and watched him say, he couldn’t help but respond: “Maintenance is also what you old people do. Young people, what maintenance do you want?”

   “…” Shen Chengjing raised her head and looked at the man who showed no face at all.

  Mo Chenghuan stood there, his lips moved. This is the first time that Mo Yanchen has answered him directly in so many years!

   “Uncle, my mother brought you a lot of breakfast. Come and taste it.” She quickly got up, took the plate, and reached out to pull his arm into the dining room.

  She pressed him in position and moved the thing: “Hurry up and eat.”

  A certain man looked up at her: “Want to stop the husband’s mouth? Huh?”

  She looked like she was seen through by him, put the plate aside, and sat down beside him: “Uncle, actually he…”

  ”Drink some milk.” He took the milk and passed it forward, this time trying to block her mouth.

  In fact, what does she want to say, does Mo Yanchen know? Looking up at the glass wall and seeing the man, he seems to be very happy now, with his mouth cocked high.

  The last time he broke into Jiang’s house, he refused to kiss him. Mo Yanchen knew about this matter, even if Mo Chenghuan couldn’t come forward, he still had a way to solve it, but he actually…