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

  Mo Yanchen put the bowl aside and wiped her lips with a handkerchief.

  "Do you want to fall in love?" he asked rhetorically.

fall in love? In memory, he doesn't seem to have it.

   "Of course." She said casually, seeing his face sinking slightly, and she approached him cautiously: "Uncle, how many times have you been in love before?"

  This question, she is too curious.

   When asked if he had a girlfriend before, he said no!

   "No." Without even thinking about it, he replied decisively. He is not good at lying, and it is not worth lying.

  She was like a ghost, Xingmiao blinked and looked at him, thinking that she had heard it wrong.

   "How come you haven't been in love? Then there is even a crush?"

"No."

  She stretched out her hand to support her forehead, looked at his god-like handsome face with her eyes through her fingers, and said cheeky: "Then am I taking advantage of you?"

   "Uncle, shall I be your first love?" She continued to tease him.

  I saw his ears were reddish, and he looked at her sternly: "Okay."

  At this time, his cell phone rang, and he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with the cell phone to continue the call.

  Shen Chengjing held the phone, thought for a while, and sent a message to Liu Sijie: "Jie'er, I want to fall in love with the uncle."

  He really treats her very well. This kind of goodness is not deliberate, but spontaneous. This kind of feeling, when she was with Mo Yongqiang, did not.

   "Marriage first, love later? What kind of love is to talk about, and it is the last word to sleep him first. Such a handsome man is a waste of props." Liu Sijie did not think about it, and directly expressed his acceptance speech.

   "We are pure."

   "Cut, how can there be purity between men and women?"

   "Yes, it's me and Mo Yongqiang." She thought for a while, there was only that example.

"Do you think you are in love with him? I opposed you 800 years ago. If you want to say that you love him, I will raise your head immediately and see you." Liu Sijie despises him. On the road of feelings, Shen Chengjing is slower than others. too much.

   Is this true? She doesn't love him, but has been in love with him for a year?

  As night fell, the sky gradually dimmed. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the stars outside were gleaming, sprinkling on the glass windows, which was hazy and unreal.

  She got up and took a shower, changed her pajamas, and sat in front of the dressing table, looking at her face in the mirror.

  The long wet drape on her shoulders, dripping on the carpet, and this randomness made her exude a natural coldness from all over her body, like a fairy sneaking into the world in the dark night.

   "What are you thinking about?" Mo Yanchen returned to the room after handling the matter, picked up a towel and walked behind her, wiping her hair.

  Her hair is slender and jet-black. Her hair is not perm or dyed. She has a very good feeling.

   "Tomorrow is Wednesday."

   "Are you nervous? Tomorrow is just going to eat dinner, no need to deliberately prepare." He stared at Shen Chengjing deeply for a long time, slender fingertips inserted into her hair, gently rubbing.

  Shen Cheng looked at herself and him in the mirror quietly, with her hand on her chin, he stood there quietly wiping her long hair, like a loving old couple.

   "Who is there in your family?" Shen Chengjing raised her eyebrows, and suddenly realized that she had never understood the Mo Family.

   "A big family, there are many members." Mo Yanchen looked at her amusedly, reached out and raised Shen Chengjing's chin, and looked straight into her eyes: "They should like you very much."

   "In case you don't like it, will you divorce me?" Shen Cheng asked quietly with eyes wavying in the water.

  Actually, from the moment she got the marriage certificate, she never thought about getting a divorce.

  Dad said that once a person’s life begins, don’t end it easily!

   "What? Started to learn to worry?" Mo Yanchen looked at her with a playful look in his eyes, raising his eyebrows.

   "Who is worried, I didn't." Shen Chengjing frowned, grabbed the towel in his hand and wiped his hair, threw it aside, ran to the bed and lifted the quilt over his head.

   "Haha." Mo Yanchen smiled loudly, looking at her lying sideways, in a good mood.