Forced marriage contract: Divorce dear

Chapter 737 Extra Volume: Keep Her By Your Side (12)

Logically speaking, a girl like her is not the type that Young Master Mo likes.

What Young Master Mo likes are women with hot bodies and delicate faces.

but. . .Nothing is absolute.

It is normal to eat a lot of big meals every day, and occasionally change your appetite and eat some porridge and side dishes.

"Mother Chen, the garlic has been peeled."

Xia Mo'er works very efficiently. . .

After a while, a lot of garlic came out after peeling.

Mama Chen looked at her in surprise.

"So fast?"

"Well, yes..."

Xia Mo'er met her surprised gaze and guessed what she was thinking.

She hooked her lips and said with a shallow smile, "I used to cook by myself at home, and I often do these things."

Chen's mother thought that she was also the daughter of a rich family.

Hearing what she said, it seemed. . .Her family situation was totally different from what she thought.

She took the garlic in her hand, smiled, and said softly, "Miss Su... used to cook by herself at home, didn't you hire a nanny?"

Xia Mo'er shook her head, and said frankly, "I don't have money to hire a nanny..."

Chen Ma was taken aback for a moment, and then she was silent for a few seconds before laughing, "So that's how it is..."

"Miss Su, please wait outside, I can prepare the meal soon."

"Mother Chen, you don't have to be so polite, just call me Mo'er. My name is Xia Mo'er. The teacher, Ms. Su, calls me Miss Su. It feels quite awkward."

Chen Ma looked at the sincere and sweet smile on her face and nodded.

"Okay, Mo'er, can you go out and wait?"

"OK, all right."

Xia Mo'er went to the hall again, sat on the sofa and watched TV.

She randomly changed the channel, and saw another news related to Mo Tingyu broke out on an entertainment program.

This time, it still has something to do with the popular model she saw on TV last night.

They were photographed together again.

Moreover, the two walked out of a hotel.

Xia Mo'er stared blankly at the TV screen.

In the captured picture, Mo Tingyu had one arm around the model's waist, with a wicked smile on his lips.

He turned his head sideways and looked down at the model.

The two seemed to be talking about something. They should have had a good chat. Both of them had pleasant smiles on their faces.

She didn't know what kind of mood she was in.

He knew early in the morning that Mo Tingyu was not a good man. . .

(End of this chapter)