Almighty boss can be sweet

Chapter 121 Received a gift from his son for the first time.

Mo Yichen's mother left early, and his surviving father was busy with work, so he didn't even have a chance to find him a stepmother, so he didn't have time to take care of him.

He was brought up by someone hired by his family to help him grow up since he was a child. The old man can only remember that he has a son when he is not busy.

But every time the two communicated, they broke up unhappy.

He didn't study well, and the old man only asked about his studies. Every time he chatted for a while, the old man collapsed.

In the process of communication, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is either beating or scolding.

Mo Yichen's reputation in school has not been good in the past few years. The teacher has invited parents several times, and the old man's resentment towards him has become even heavier.

Mo Chongyun also knew that the relationship between their father and son was getting worse and worse. Last time he smashed the brat's head with an ashtray, he also had a lump in his heart.

This time the brat took the initiative to look for him, it feels weird...

"Tell me, what trouble did you get into again? Do you want to invite parents again?"

After Mo Chongyun thought about it, it seemed that this was the only possibility.This son of his is the master of the Three Treasures Hall for everything. This time he not only came here on his own initiative, but also brought a gift. He would inevitably think that this kid has something to ask for from him.

Mo Yichen gave him a cold look, and said sullenly, "No!"

This old man can't think about anything else.He regretted it, and reached out to get the massager on the table.

Seeing that he was going to take it away, Mo Chongyun quickly picked it up.The speed of the action is astounding.

"There is no reason to go back to the things that are sent out."

Regardless of the purpose, this is also the first time he has received a gift from his son.

Mo Yichen snorted coldly, his ears turned red.

"you should rest earlier."

He spoke in a low voice, and walked out quickly after speaking.

It wasn't until the sound of the door being closed that Mo Chongyun realized that just now, did his son let him have a good rest?

There was some sourness in his eyes.Wife, the child you left behind with all your might is very kind to me.

I disassembled the neck massager in my hand, opened it and put it on my neck, turned on the switch, the massager started to work, and the neck was pressed by a few rotating things. It seemed that I was really not tired.

……

King's Villa.

Ma Yinuo brought a bowl of soft and glutinous porridge with some refreshing side dishes.

After putting it in the restaurant, I sent Jing Mo a WeChat message.

"Jing, come down for dinner, I have something to talk to you about."

Ten minutes later, Jing Mo replied to WeChat. "Um."

After a while, she came down.

Jing Mo came down from upstairs, wearing a black home clothes, and his jet-black hair was still a little damp.The porcelain-white face seemed to be illuminated with a warm luster.

Ma Yinuo was stunned, and when he touched Jing Mo's cold eyes, he suddenly woke up.

The person in front of him was beyond his imagination.

Jing Mo sat at the head of the table, glanced at the porridge in front of him, picked up the green spoon with his slender and white fingers, and his every move was like a painting.

"Have you found anything?"

Jing Mo casually stirred the porridge, took a sip, and found the taste to be okay.Yinuo's cooking skills are really good.

Ma Yinuo's gray-blue eyes carried the unique sharpness of work, and instantly entered the working state.His face was cold and hard, and it was still scary when it was sullen.

It's just that Jing Mo was sitting in front of her on the left, with a natural expression, listening to him while drinking porridge.

"Jing, I suspect that the other party started from the company. I checked Miss Jingwei's one-year itinerary. On the day of the incident, she was just working normally. However, the flight to F Island at [-] o'clock in the evening revealed doubts everywhere. .”

(End of this chapter)