Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 9 Discovery!

Death, it's not like Mo Chou didn't think about it!

People like them are basically people who have half their feet in hell and will always be in the company of death.

What she didn't expect was that she would "retire" in such a way!
If she wanted to truly retire, then she had to give up everything up to now.

Glancing at the striped shirt hanging on the hanger, Mochou raised her eyebrows slightly.

$100 million?

Enough to fulfill the welfare home she walked out of, the material dreams of all children.

Perhaps, it is worth considering!

However, before that, she had to figure out whether everything this man said was true or false.

Getting up quickly, Mo Chou pulled the towel to wipe off the water stains on her body, and put the striped shirt on her body.

As for the dirty skirts and underwear on the ground, she stuffed them directly into the trash can.

Turning around and walking to the mirror, looking at the still unfamiliar face, Mo Chou's eyes fixed on the jade pendant hanging from her neck.

The emerald jade ring reflects the snowy skin that has just bathed, but it looks delicate and round.

She had sensed the existence of this thing before, but she hadn't noticed it.

Looking in the mirror now, I suddenly remembered.

Probe grabbed the jade ring, and she slowly brought it to her eyes.

The texture of Yuhuan is as smooth as fat, the water color is transparent, and the texture is quite good.

When it was brought to her eyes, Mo Chou noticed the two small characters engraved on the jade ring.

Seeing those two small characters clearly, Mo Chou couldn't help being slightly startled.

The two characters on Yuhuan are nothing else but her code name in the group - Mo Chou.

Mo Chou, who has never believed in fate, for some reason popped up in her heart the two words fate that she has always despised.

Don't worry?

Could it be that this body is also called Mo Chou!
Mo Chou couldn't be sure, she guessed.

He raised his hand to wipe off the water droplets on the jade pendant, and stuffed the jade pendant into the shirt.

Mo Chou turned and opened the door, and walked out of the bathroom.

There was a dangerous person lying on the bed, and now was not the time for her to think about these things.

With bare feet, stepping on the wooden floor all the way, Mo Chou returned to the bedside again.

On the bed in the bedroom, the mixed-race man seemed to be sleeping soundly, peacefully like a child.

(End of this chapter)