Addicted to Love: Baby, be good

Has her hotel been booked?

Joke, the person all arrived at the door, still stop not to let go into the door?

Even if they don't admit it, she still becomes Chu Huaijin's legal wife.

There is no doubt about this.

Chu Huaijin stroked her soft hair, turned her head, and printed a kiss on her forehead. Her eyes were secretive, "directly back to the presidential palace."

"Young master, sir, you go back to the presidential palace and miss Yan to the hotel."

The guard also bent over the door to explain, Chu Huaijin directly interrupted, "Chen CE, drive!"

"Yes!" Chen CE pressed on the window and asked the driver to drive directly back to the presidential palace.

"Master, master!" The guard chased the car, slapped the window, "master......"

Looking at the frustrated stop of the guard, Yanyi people take back their eyes, look down at their fingers, "husband, is this really good?"

It's a direct offense to my husband.

"Don't worry." The two words, steady and powerful, fell into her ears, and immediately she was relieved.

Now that he had said that, she thought more, only adding to her troubles.

Let him deal with everything and solve it.

She'll be a vase now.

The presidential palace covers an extremely wide area, is solemn and rigorous, has a grand momentum, and is also heavily guarded. There are open sentries and mobile sentries everywhere.

Pavilions and pavilions, rockery and flowing water, scattered and elegant, gorgeous in style and layout.

Fortunately, there is a comparison between the Chu garden, so Yanyi people are not too surprised to see a more magnificent and magnificent Presidential Palace than the Chu garden.

The housekeeper of the presidential palace, Mo sang, has devoted most of his life to the presidential palace.

He stood at the foot of the steps, leading the servants in two rows.

When the car stopped, Chen CE opened the door, Chu Huaijin fell down and got off. Mo sang came up to him, "young master, you are back."

The servant stooped and said respectfully, "welcome to the mansion, young master."

"Well." Chu Huaijin nodded, reached out his hand and leaned into the car. A white hand fell gently on his palm.

Under his virtual help, a woman lowered her head and got out of the car.

Mo sang remained motionless until Yan Yiren slowly raised his head and looked around him, then his eyes fell on him, nodding gently.

Mo Sang's smile froze, and then recovered as before. The time was too short to catch.

"Young master, please come inside." Mohsen made a gesture of please.

Chu Huaijin, with a cheerful posture, stood there, motionless, his lips were slightly pursed, his eyes were heavy, and his eyes and brows were full of fierce anger? Where is the etiquette of the presidential palace? "

Servants bowed their heads.

"I'm sorry, young master. It's my fault. " Mo sang confessed modestly, "I don't know what to call this little sister."

Chen CE said, "her name is..."

"Butler Mo, guess what she has to do with me." Chu Huaijin embraces Yan Yiren and sneers.

Mo sang smiled and shook his head. "It's really hard to guess. Let me go, young master."

"Is it easy to guess, or dare not admit, eh?"

As soon as Mo Sang's face changed, he also lowered his head. "Young master, I understand what you mean."

"Oh." With a cold smile, Chu Huaijin looked up

"Yes." Mosan, and all the servants and servants, raised their heads carefully.

"Remember her face. She is my wife, your little lady. If you let me know who has a bad memory... "