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

  After Mo Yanchen had finished talking with Wu Hao, he heard noises in the kitchen. He looked up towards the second floor, and then stepped towards the kitchen.

  The smell of delicacies floats inside, the fragrance is tangy, and the appetite is greatly increased.

He leaned in front of the door, watching the petite figure busy inside, Shen Chengjing tied her hair into a ponytail and wore a long sweater with the sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing her white jade hands. She was familiar with her. Cut vegetables, stir-fry, and hum songs from time to time.

“The copper bell under the thatched eaves, you have to cook the soup slowly. When I take the green bamboo stool and ask passers-by through the fence, the wine is fragrant and the soup is thick and mellow…” Shen Chengjing lightly hummed an ancient song. Feeling someone staring at her behind her, she turned her head slightly, still holding a kitchen knife in her hand, making her movements very funny.

   “Uncle? Why are you here?” She put the kitchen knife down, trot forward, and pressed his waist with her hands: “Get out, this is the Shen family’s unique kitchen secret. You are not allowed to peek.”

   “I look at it with integrity.”

“…” She raised her face and glared at him without a good look: “Go and wash your hands, and you will be able to eat right away! This is the first time I cook for you, hum, if you have a bad attitude, but no Next time.”

  She has a fierce appearance, and her small white face is flushed like an apple, her small hands tickling his waist back and forth, but he stretches out his hand and pulls it into his arms.

   “Ah.” She bumped into his arms, smelled his familiar masculine breath, and her face blushed even more terribly.

   Just now, her appearance has converged a little, and her eyes kept looking back and forth in front of his chest a few times: “The vegetables are almost gone.”

   “What are you nervous about?”

  She seemed to hear her heart beating wildly, banging, knocking on the door of her heart, hearing his words, as if she had been seen through.

  ”Who is nervous? Waiting for my sister to be energetic one day, I must eat you.” She pushed him away hard, said with her hands on her waist, and trot into the kitchen.

   “Haha, I’m waiting.” Mo Yanchen was in a very good mood. He turned his head and saw that Mo Qiu had arrived in the hall for an unknown time, looking at him like a ghost.

   “It’s raining red, or is it going to be an earthquake?” Mo Qiu muttered to himself without saying anything, turning around and fleeing the scene with his pants.

  It’s so terrible, Mo Yanchen actually laughed, and laughed so loudly?

You know that he and Mo Wen have been following him for ten years. Mo Yanchen has always been uncertain, let alone laughed. Even if he laughed, he laughed deeply. It was a harbinger of the storm, and the completeness just now. It’s different.

   “La Lala, the food is served.” She came out with the food and served him a bowl of thick soup.

  Broiled eggplant, stir-fried chicken, fish in sour soup, salt and pepper shrimp, garlic cabbage, plus bone radish soup, half of the table was beautifully filled.

   “Uncle, you sit down.” She stepped forward, pushed him to sit down, and brought the soup forward.

  He stared at the bowl of thick soup with dark eyes, and was silent for a long time, then looked at her while introducing the dishes, warm as if it were a home.

   “Isn’t it tasty? Impossible.” She watched him motionless, and took a sip of the soup herself.

   “Shen Chengjing.”

   “Huh?” She seemed very serious when she heard him call her by first and last name for the first time.

   “Go home more later.”

   “Okay.” She couldn’t help but feel tight at the thought of his appearance last night.

  While eating, she took a careful look at him, and saw that he was eating amazingly fast, but his movements were elegant, and every bite of a dish was like a delicacy in the world.