“I know.” She is very self-aware. Except for Lin Qinghui and Ye Feng, no one in the Mo family seems to like her.

   “Since you know, I advise you to leave him early, don’t know how to praise him.”

   “My woman, when is it your turn to teach? Mr. Mo.” Mo Yanchen’s expression became ashen, he strode down and snorted sharply. /

  Mo Chenghuan was trembling with anger because he said “Mr. Mo”. His son, for a woman, didn’t even want his father.

   “Okay, okay, very good, I’m waiting for you to regret it.” Mo Chenghuan pointed at him and said, then gave Shen Chengjing a cold eye, only to see her face pale, but she was barely squeezing a smile, not angry.

   “Aze, please Mr. Mo out.”

   “Yes.” Aze flashed out of his hair without knowing it, and appeared in the lobby in a pleased gesture: “Mr. Mo, please please.”

   Seeing Aze, Mo Chenghuan clenched his fists. Once he had suffered from Aze’s losses. If you say another word, I’m afraid Aze will really throw him out.

   “Huh.” He shook his hand and left, and Azze followed him closely, watching him leave.

“Forget what he said.” Mo Yanchen turned his head and stretched out his hand to hug her into his arms, with a petting smile between his eyebrows, and stroked her head with a big palm: “You are my woman, except me. Besides, you don’t have to listen to anyone.”

“What if I don’t even listen to you?” She looked up from his arms with a smile, and reached out to hold his handsome face: “Uncle, in fact, you smile, you will be more handsome, with a face tied all the time. , But it scared me.”

   “Okay.” Mo Yanchen pursed his lips and evoked a smile. Although reluctantly, it was better than before.

  After a while, Mo Qiu came to Moyuan again to examine Shen Chengjing’s wounds, while Mo Yanchen turned and went into the kitchen.

  Second floor, in the side hall.

   “Madam.” Moqiu stood there respectfully, motioning for her to take off her coat.

  Chen Cheng sat there quietly, picked up the apple and took a bite, looked at her lightly, but didn’t move.

   “Doctor Mo.”

  ”Yes.” Don’t ask me to be nervous, I don’t know what Shen Chengjing is going to do.

  She got up and walked to the balcony to stand, Moqiu followed closely behind her, and was about to talk, but she heard her slowly saying: “He, hasn’t he been unhappy all the time?”

  Calculating, she has known him for almost half a month. The people who met the Mohist school twice were all unpleasant, and the helpless appearance after he was drunk is vivid at this time.

  Mo Qiu didn’t expect that she would ask this. At first, everyone thought she was everything about Mo Yanchen in the picture, but after a long time of contact, they realized that it didn’t seem to be the same thing.

   “Yes.” Mo Qiu raised his head and looked at her seriously: “You better not have any purpose, otherwise, once you hurt him, our brothers will never let you go.”

  When she heard what he said, she was not angry but smiled: “It can be seen that you are in a good relationship.”

  Don’t ask for continued silence, keep silent.

“When Brother Chen was six years old, his mother passed away in an accident, and Mr. Mo accepted his second term afterwards, but since that accident, Brother Chen has become reticent, almost in a state of autism. As the Mo family A big family has a complicated relationship. In addition to power, there are powers. After fighting over and underhand for a long time, natural affection will be discussed. I can only say this. If you want to know anything else, I’m afraid Brother Chen will tell you personally, it’s better. “Don’t ask for a second thought, or say a part, Shen Orange listened quietly.

   “Thank you.” After she listened, she felt very heavy.

  An unfavored young master, a child who lost his mother at the age of six, grew up in struggle and became very lonely. No wonder he likes to be silent many times.

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