A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh’s Cute and Sweet Wife

  Mo Yanchen was downstairs. After handling the matter, Mo Wen had left. After he answered the Moqi call, he hung up without saying anything.

   There was no movement upstairs, he cleaned up the documents, and went straight upstairs, while Chen Chengjing tilted his feet, listening to the song, and flipping through the script.

  Although she is very leisurely at home, it does not mean that she has forgotten her business! She likes acting and wants to act. This is her mother's willingness and her own, so she never forgets to memorize the script in her spare time.

  "Di." At this moment, there was a message coming in. She took a look at her phone, and it was sent by Liu Sijie.

   undoubtedly asked her about her recent situation, and teased a little bit, and said that she would go to show in other places and would not be in City A for a short time, so she would take care of herself.

  After reading, she stretched and looked at the empty room. She walked towards the side room and saw Mo Yanchen walking out of the bathroom, wearing a nightgown, and wiping her short wet hair with a towel.

   "Uncle, are you finished?" She walked in.

  He is close, and the refreshing mint scent on his body is extremely good.

   "Well, it's almost." He said, walking directly to the desk, the notebook is still on, I don't know what data he is working on, she can't understand it anyway.

  He is sitting on a delicate chair, draping the towel to one side, tapping his fingertips briskly on it! Shen Chengjing turned his head, leaned her body over, put her little hand on the table, and leaned toward him with a pink face, "What is this?"

  "Internal company performance report." He whispered, his fingertips tapping on it quickly.

   "Oh." She heard it, but frowned, what company? Isn't he all in the army, in the army? What is the relationship with the company?

   But thinking of Mohs, it seems that there is indeed a company. Besides, isn’t his uncle’s son a president? For this, she didn't think too much.

She looked at his slender and beautiful fingers, and she couldn't move her eyes away, until he reached out to close the notebook and looked at her with her face sideways. He smiled deeply, held her waist with his hand, and held her. Brought it into his arms.

   "Ah." She was embraced by him and fell into his arms. The male's hot skin touched her, her small face was buried in his arms, listening to his powerful heartbeat, her small face was flushed.

  She put her little hand on his chest, and he lowered his head and sprayed the masculine breath on her ears, itchy.

   "Uncle, don't do this." She struggled a little, but was firmly controlled, sitting on his lap.

  He stretched out his hand and held her hair lightly, as if he was playing with it, acting gracefully, but with a little evil.

   "Which else?" His low and calm voice questioned her suspiciously like an innocent person.

  Shen Chengjing dumbfounded? This all wrapped her waist, and forced her to sit on his lap. The act of slapping her hair just now was too ambiguous, so she asked her what else?

   "Well, we are like this, not very good." She cleared her throat and poked his arm.

  "What's wrong?" He asked, puzzled, lowered his head.

   His sex. Her thin lips touched her eardrops lightly, itchy, making her body instantly stiff, and the little hands subconsciously wanted to grasp something.

   "Look at this." His hand crossed her, lay across her chest, and his body moved forward slightly. He opened the drawer and took out a beautiful and exquisite gift box and handed it forward.

  She took the gift box, raised her head in doubt, and met his black eyes, her eyes were light and soft, but she couldn't see the slightest intention in her calmness.

   "Open it and take a look." The deep voice, at this moment, was somewhat magnetic, hoarse, as if tolerating something.