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

  Shen Chengjing ran for a long time, and stopped there to take a breath. On the long asphalt road, a tall figure stood under the street lamp, and the light shrouded him, which felt a little unreal.

  Mo Yanchen walked towards her with long legs, took off his coat at will, and put it on her body.

   "Early winter, cold weather, draped." He said briefly, and the familiar masculine breath came to his nose.

  Shen Cheng looked at him in a dazed, little hand suddenly pulled his wrist: "Uncle, didn't you get caught? I just saw the police car parked at the intersection. I thought you... had an accident."

  Her voice was very small, but Mo Yanchen still heard it.

  He was stunned for a while, recalling the figure she was running quickly, it turned out to be worried about him.

  This kind of feeling has never happened before. When he returned to Moyuan today, he suddenly thought of the accident on the roadside last time, so when he was bored, he came out and took a cigarette at will.

   "I'll be fine, you believe me." Mo Yanchen frowned, lowered his head and reached out to grab her wrist, holding her back.

   "I'm always upset, what do you say if something breaks out?" Shen Chengjing's face showed concern.

   "I'm walking the way for the heavens. If you can catch them, the police should thank me." Mo Yanchen's long, narrow black eyes were tightly closed, and his cold eyes showed a smile, and he gently curled his lips.

   "Yes, yes, the uncle is the best." She immediately slapped his flattery, and also raised the white box in her hand: "I packed a barbecue for you. I celebrated that I signed the contract today. I will make money for shooting tomorrow."

   "Will be very busy?" Mo Yanchen thought for a while, his eyes were dull in vain, and his eyes were a little complicated and quiet.

   "It should be. In addition to not being able to go home on time, there may be some time to stay in the crew for a few days." She tried to recall the situation on the script and said.

   "Are there any intimate shots?" He suddenly grabbed her by the slender waist and carried her into his arms.

  His figure is very tall, she was hugged by him, and she couldn't help but feel much warmer.

   "No, I'm the female partner." She didn't want to answer, and raised her head with a smile: "Uncle, if so, would you not be jealous?"

  Mo Yanchen lowered his head, his slender fingers immersed in her hair, his big palm was on the back of her head, he leaned over without thinking, and kissed her fiercely.

   "Hmm." She stared wide, wondering what was going on.

  He kissed her? There was a cold and soft feeling on her lips, and his domineering kiss was like a spring breeze in March, blowing across her heart lake, making a ripple.

  Her little hand gripped the corner of his clothes tightly, at a loss.

  At this time, there was the sound of a car not far away, and she honked the horn, making her suddenly regained consciousness, and quickly pushed him away.

   "Ah, I..." She didn't dare to look at him.

  In the car, Mo Wen and Wu Hao watched this scene, and Wu Hao's expression turned pale: "Mo ask, who made you honking the horn? Chen Zi has a rare spring in a century, and you are over."

  Don't make any questions, with a cold expression on his face, he pushed the door and got out of the car.

  "Brother Chen." Wu Hao could only bite the bullet and get out of the car.

  Shen Chengjing couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded. She felt like being caught and raped. She looked at Mo Yanchen with an uneasy look, and said nervously: "I'm going back first."

   "Hmm." Mo Yanchen nodded slightly, and helped her pull up her coat.

  She ran away, but Wu Hao and others were not so lucky.

   "The chief, the subordinates have something to report." Mo Wen straightened up, and said loudly after saluting, not feeling guilty at all.

  Business matters are more important than children’s love. How can the chief blame him?

   "It's better if there is something really important." Mo Yanchen frowned, his voice as cold as a cold wind, freezing everything in the world.

   "Someone intervened in Mohs. It was very mysterious to check the identity of the other party. I couldn't find any clues. I suspect that we were being targeted." Mo Wen said in a deep voice, and his mood was not high.

  He took action and never made a mistake, but this time he failed.

  Mo Yanchen's black eyes closed tightly, and he threw away his cigarette butt: "Stare, don't move lately."