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

  He even chose a date, the two of them, just attend.

   "I listen to Grandpa." She thought for a while, looked at Mo Yanchen's frowning appearance, stretched out a small hand to gently smooth his brow, and then continued.

  Mo Yan took a pen and drew a picture on the calendar.

   "Okay." Mo Yan said, before she continued, he hung up the phone decisively, turned around and walked out of the study, called Butler Zhou over, and discussed how to hold the wedding.

   "What? The wedding is about to be held?" Ye Feng listened, wiping his hands quickly, and greeted him.

  Lin Qinghui and Li Ruyan, when they came back from the outside, they did not speak, and their faces were cold! But there was no noise. As soon as I walked in, I heard that there was a wedding?

  "Who is going to have a wedding?" Li Ruyan spoke first.

   "Could it be Saner?" Lin Qinghui quickly sat down next to Ye Feng, trying to inquire about something.

  The whole ink house is exploded!

  As soon as I heard that there was a happy event, even the face of the servant had an expectant smile.

  The housekeeper of Zhou is also happy, the three young masters are going to have a happy event! That is to be successful. This young man, with a marriage certificate and living together, is obviously not suitable. For a traditional family like the Mo family, a wedding can be regarded as a matter of course.

   After hanging up the phone, Shen Chengjing looked up, staring at him with a faint light, staring at him and said, "Uncle, the fifteenth day of the first month, is it too soon?"

  She did not dare to refute the old man’s intentions! It doesn't seem appropriate to say that I don't want to get married, but now it's almost the time before the New Year.

   "There is one month left, it is really sloppy!" He listened and nodded slightly.

  However, one month is short for her, but for him, it is really suitable. He is efficient in doing things! What she wants, he can do it for her in a short time, but this little woman doesn't seem to be prepared.

   "Then what should I do now? If I get married on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and I am not free now, what should I do when I have something to do?" She was so distressed now, thinking about it, she has no experience, what should I buy for marriage?

   "You don't have to worry about these, I am afraid it is not your turn to do it." The man smiled and said, obviously not worried at all.

   "You mean?"

"Do you think your mother and grandma will let you do it?" He said lowly, looking at her with deep eyes, and tapping the tip of her nose with his fingertips, his eyes full of sincerity and deepness: "If you don't want to get married too early, I will refuse, and we will get married again when you are prepared in your heart."

  She listened, her heart froze slightly, staring at him with twinkling eyes, and holding his big palm: "Uncle, I find more and more that you are so kind to me."

  Everything from her, what she says, he will do it!

  The more he is like this, the more she fears that if she loses this person one day, what will she do?

   "Did you propose to marry me like this?" She listened, but she refused to follow her, so she turned her face away.

   Hearing this, he suddenly chuckled, his silent deep eyes gleaming, touched her head, and whispered: "It's because the husband is not thinking well, how can I be wronged, madam?"

   "It's good to know." She squinted at him, put her phone aside, jumped down, and was about to change clothes and go out.

  At this time, Ouyang's phone rang, and he handed it over: "Ouyang."

   "Huh?" She listened, and ran back to the phone, saying that she was about to go out, and then Ouyang hung up.

   "I'm going out, take care of myself these days, don't let me worry about it." She said to him, and after running to the side to change clothes, she didn't forget to nag him.

  Listening to her nagging, the man didn’t think there was anything, so he stepped forward to help her.

  PS: This is the rhythm of getting married.