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

   "What is good? It sounds like you have been born and raised." Li Ruyan changed a seductive posture, stood up slightly, took a grape and put it in his mouth.

  Lin Qinghui's face turned pale, as if she had been poked in an acupuncture point.

   "Enough, it's rare for my grandson to bring someone back, can't you stop it?" Ye Feng said sharply, her words fell, and the hall was quiet.

   "Orange Jing, come over to grandma." Ye Feng stretched out his hand and motioned for her to come.

Shen Chengjing got up. Although puzzled, she walked over. Ye Feng stretched out her hand to untie the necklace on her neck: "This necklace, once saved my life, now I give it to you, although it is not worth it. But I hope you and my family will be well, and we will grow old."

   "Grandma, this is too expensive, I can't ask for it." Shen Chengjing panicked when she heard that she had saved her life.

  Li Ruyan's face became ugly. This necklace not only saved Ye Feng's life, but also represented some property. Now she gave it to Shen Chengjing in an upright manner. This is a spoiler.

   "San'er is back?" At this moment, only a middle-aged man walked in with a briefcase.

  Today is the family day of the Mo family. I heard that Mo Yanchen will be back, so he will come back after all the banquets.

  Lin Qinghui heard the voice, and Yong Ronghuagui’s face showed a smile: "Husband, Yan'er is married."

   "Marriage? Fooling around, how can marriage be child's play." Mo Chenghuan said sharply, putting his briefcase aside.

   "Mom." He stepped forward and had tea, only to find Shen Cheng sitting quietly next to his mother.

   "What nonsense? I think this marriage was done very well." Ye Feng didn't pick up his tea, but looked at him, stretched out his hand and held Shen Chengjing: "Go, go with grandma to relax."

"Husband, since Yan'er likes it, it's up to him. In this era, it's okay to like it, and everything else is secondary. I think this kid, Cheng Jing, is also quite good." Lin Qinghui hurried forward, doing Mo Chenghuan. Ideological work.

  Mo Chenghuan still couldn't accept it, but he heard Li Ruyan talking coldly there.

   "Whatever you like? Not a foster mother yet."

"you."

   "Shut up, what's the noise this afternoon? It's rare to get together today, don't make my dad upset." Mo Chenghuan said in a deep voice, and the most respected in his heart is Mo Yan.

  The hall is full of happiness.

  The study room on the second floor, with a serious atmosphere, Mo Yan sat on the main seat, looking at his grandson with sharp black eyes.

"what happened?"

  Mo Yanchen sat on the pearwood chair, looking at his grandpa with an angry face, his slender fingers clasped the armrests, and his thin lips were tightly pressed into a thin line: "Grandpa, I have my own measures."

   "Proper measure? Find a woman outside to get married? What kind of style is this?" Mo Yan said sharply.

Mo Yanchen is his proud grandson. On his body, Mo Yan puts everything on him. He originally planned to let him and the commander’s daughter be married, but unexpectedly he secretly married him. Now, how can he not be angry?

   "She fits my mind."

"Mind? I just asked someone to check it up. How long have you known her? You lived together? How can such a woman, such a woman of unknown origin, enter my Mo Family?" Mo Yan said sharply, with depressed eyes in his eyes. Live the anger.

   "Grandpa, I have identified her." Mo Yanchen narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I promise you what you said last time."