Mrs. Di Shao is abusing the scum again

Chapter 418 His "friend"

He only cooked this dish for two people, one was her and the other was Bai Qianchi.

When Mo Shaohan thought of this, the look in his eyes was very gentle, as if he remembered something very beautiful.

"friend?"

"Ah."

"This cuisine doesn't look like Chinese." This dish is my mother's favorite dish.

No, it should be said that my mother only made this dish in my memory.

"Not really."

"Chairman Mo's friend is not Chinese?" Bai Qianchi continued to ask.

"Yeah." Mo Shaohan nodded, feeling that Mo Li's expression was not too much, he quickly changed the topic:

"Don't mention this, Li'er, Moyun, you all have a taste."

"Okay." Tang Moyun nodded.

Mo Li's face was very ugly, and he didn't put down his chopsticks.

He probably already guessed who the "friend" his father was talking about was.

For so many years, he has been unable to let go of that woman.

Even if his mother is crazy, he has nothing but guilt.

If Bai Qianchi hadn't come to eat at home today, he might not have known that his father could cook.

Tang Moyun looked at Li Suqin who was always serving Bai Qianchi with food, smiling like she was treating her own child.

I am very envious.

She envied Mo Li for having such a loving and gentle mother.

If her mother was like Mrs. Mo, then she and his brother Tang Qixie might live happily.

This meal, it seems that from that dish, the atmosphere has become very delicate.

After the meal, Li Suqin insisted on pulling Bai Qianchi to show her around Qingshuiju.

Of course Bai Qianchi was willing to go.

Mo Li originally wanted to go with them, but Mo Shaohan was one step ahead of him.

"Li'er, stay and talk to Moyun, I will take Suqin and Qianchi for a walk."

Mo Li looked at the three people who left the villa, and then looked back at Tang Moyun who was a little embarrassed.

He opened his mouth to say something, but finally said to the maid, "Squeeze a glass of juice for Miss Tang Er."

"Okay sir."

"Thank you." Tang Moyun thanked him.

"Qianchi, are your hands okay? Will there be scars?" Mo Shaohan led the two of them around Qingshuiju.

"It's all right now, and there will be no scars."

"That's good."

"By the way, Qianchi, did your parents have no time to go to school last time?" Mo Shaohan asked Bai Qianchi's parents, no, it should be his mother, very curious.

But it's not easy for people to investigate.

Bai Qianchi hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in response: "En."

"Oh..." Mo Shaohan was a little disappointed by Bai Qianchi's simple answer.

"Last time, I really thank Director Mo, please make this trip."

"It's a trivial matter, just call me Mo... Uncle."

"Yes, Uncle Mo."

For some reason, when he heard Bai Qianchi calling him uncle, Mo Shaohan felt a little repulsed by this title.

Mo Shaohan took Bai Qianchi and Li Suqin to stroll around Qingshuiju for more than half an hour.

And in the villa——

Tang Moyun was sitting on the sofa with a glass of orange juice in his hand.

Looking at Mo Li who was sitting on the single sofa next to him and reading the document without saying a word, he took a sip of the orange juice, feeling a little cautious.

Tang Moyun's gaze fell on the document in Mo Li's hand, and he frowned slightly when he saw the form on the document and a corner of the design drawing exposed below.

A look of doubt flashed in his eyes, he only felt that the design drawing looked familiar, and then asked uncertainly:
"This is Chanel's latest fantasy wedding dress that will be launched in the latest season of the Mo Group - the Queen's Dream?"

Mo Li raised his eyes to look at Tang Moyun, and responded lightly: "En."

(End of this chapter)