Special favorite: Hei Shaojiao's wife who dares to touch

She jumped out of bed barefoot, and even forgot to put on her shoes. Fortunately, the soft high-end carpet under her feet did not give her feet any unpleasant treatment.

As soon as Mo Xiangwan left the bedroom, he ran into a servant who came in with hot milk and hangover tea. The servant didn't expect Mo Xiangwan to come out suddenly, and was so frightened that he almost splashed the hangover tea on her white nightgown.

"Bazaar, where is the suitcase that the driver brought in yesterday?" Mo Xiangwan asked while grabbing the servant, ignoring the servant's surprise.

The Chinese woman named Bazaar said, "When you had your meal last night, it was already placed in your room for you!"

When Mo Xiangwan heard this, he went back to his room, and finally found his suitcase in the cloakroom in the bedroom. [

Sadly though, the box was empty!

Mo Xiangwan raised her eyes, her clothes had been neatly hung in the cloakroom, but all her documents were gone!

"Bazaar, where is my ID?" Mo Xiangwan was depressed.

Without the documents, she can't go anywhere!

Bazaar blinked blankly, "Did you put it in the box?"

Mo Xiangwan nodded and pointed to the inner bag of the box, "It's in this bag, why is it missing?"

Bazaar thought for a while, "Probably the young master or young mistress put it away for you!"

Mo Xiangwan was startled, and was about to run out, but was held back by Basha, "Miss, this hangover tea is very effective, drink it while it's hot!"

Mo Xiangwan thought in his heart that she had suffered such a stimulus after waking up, and she didn't feel the pain of a hangover at all, but for the sake of Bazaar's sincere expression, she still drank the rescue tea now.

Bazaar wanted to persuade Mo Xiangwan to drink the cup of hot milk, but saw Mo Xiangwan running downstairs anxiously holding the hem of his skirt.

"Little..." The words Bazaar was about to remind got stuck in her voice.

She wanted to say, miss, a very important guest came to the castle this morning, you'd better change your clothes before going down!

But... she didn't have time to say anything at all.

Bazaar shook her head, put down the tray, and went to tidy up the cloakroom that was messed up by Mo Xiangwan, and then walked out with the tray.

Her documents were well placed in the box, how could they disappear?

It must be that Wen Ji'an was afraid that he would leave, so he secretly hid them!

Thinking of Wen Jiaan tricking her back and hiding her passport, Mo Xiangwan was so depressed that he almost vomited blood!

Holding the hem of her skirt, she walked around the antique pure wooden spiral staircase, and when she ran to the lobby on the first floor, she suddenly heard a pleasant conversation.

Listen to the voice, old lady Wen, Ling Jiaye, and Wen Ji'an are all there? [

Huh?What are they talking about?Why are you so happy?

Mo Xiangwan's pace slowed down a bit, she subconsciously lowered the corners of her skirt, and approached the hall suspiciously.

On the retro purple velvet sofa, Mrs. Wen, Ling Jiaye, and Wen Ji'an were sitting in a circle in three directions, each of them teasing the straight-backed little boy sitting in the middle with a sentence of incomparable enthusiasm.

The boy was wearing a plaid shirt and a silver-gray vest. He had already revealed an extraordinary temperament at a young age. His gestures were full of extravagance, and his eyes and brows were full of anticipation of peerless romance.

Facing the teasing of the three elders, the boy was gentle and calm, just like a little grown-up!

Just as Mo Xiangwan looked over, the child suddenly raised his head and saw Mo Xiangwan.

Hei Jingsu, who was so calm just now, immediately stood up, and at this moment, like a real six-year-old child, he flew over and threw his pretty face into Mo Xiangwan's arms. Knead, "Mommy—"