Billionaire Husband Comes to the Net

"You're welcome."

The Secretary Hong sighed in his heart. Being married was indeed different.

This was the first time Mo Yue Chen did private matters during work hours. He removed all the documents on the table and placed the information and style map that Secretary Hong picked out onto the desk.

His slender fingers caressed his chin lightly as he flipped over the styles on his hands one by one. He wondered which type Qin Yu Xuan would like.

After eating lunch, Qin Yu Xuan closed off all communication tools and focused on his work. Finally, at 4 o'clock, she successfully finished part of the work.

She stretched her muscles and clicked on the painted part to continue, but then the doorbell rang.

No one would normally come to this point, Qin Yu Xuan peeked through the peephole and saw a few men in dark blue work clothes standing outside.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"For the furniture."

Furniture?

Qin Yu Xuan opened the door and saw that the other party was handing over a delivery slip. After comparing the address and the consignee and confirming that there was no problem, she carried the huge cardboard box from the back and planned to enter the room.

She gave him a discount for the goods and hurriedly said, "Wait, I didn't buy any furniture!"

"It's a wardrobe. A Mister Mo ordered it, and asked for it to be delivered directly."

Qin Yu Xuan immediately understood what this tycoon wanted to do to her house!

After the wardrobe was opened, to Qin Yu Xuan's surprise, the color that he bought was actually a girl's heart bursting with white.

Qin Yu Xuan was dumbstruck, no matter how she looked at it, it did not fit Mo Yue Chen's taste.

She dialed the number and asked suspiciously, "Did you buy the wardrobe?"

Mo Yue Chen waited for her to call for a long time, then asked, "Do you like it?"

"You also ordered the styles?"

"Yes, do you like it?"

Qin Yu Xuan raised her hand to support her forehead, "I'm still okay …"

Knowing that she would like it, Mo Yue Chen automatically ignored her sarcastic reply.

Fortunately, he was satisfied. He played with the pen in his hand. The sunlight outside the window gradually shifted to the west as a golden light shined on the office window.

"I'll get someone to send some of my clothes over later. Don't turn your phone off."

"Oh... Wait! Send the clothes over? You still want to come back tonight? "

Mo Yue Chen leaned back, and put down the pen in his hand, "Let me think of what is still missing, I'll call someone to send it over later."

~ Is he crazy? Qin Yu Xuan didn't understand his brain anymore.

"Wait! Are you going to tell me that you're moving in here? "

"Do you think so?"

"Are you tired of living in your own house?" So you came and squeezed with her into this little shack?

"I'm tired of living alone."

Qin Yu Xuan turned her head and looked at her own room, she did not know why Su Yun would be so interested in a big house.

She feebly found an excuse. "The bed is too small …"

When Mo Yue Chen heard this, he seemed to have thought of something and nodded, "It is indeed too small. I'm not really comfortable in your bed. "

Qin Yu Xuan's ears instantly turned red, she held her phone and went outside to talk.

After sparring so many times, she was still unable to stop Mo Yue Chen's move.

With just one sentence, he silenced Qin Yu Xuan.

"We are married, Mrs. Mo."

Qin Yu Xuan stood on the balcony silently for a long time, "Move …"

With an irresistible force, Mo Yue Chen packed everything up quickly and moved them into her small apartment.

Originally, she was the only one with enough space to fit in the two of their belongings, but Mo Yue Chen had quickly moved in with her. Changing the place into a small house did not affect him at all.

Just like before, the bed was a bit small, but the most important thing was to have some warm, fragrant, and soft jade to hug!

It would be difficult to stop the red tent from rolling once it was started.

Especially when everyone knew that Mo Yue Chen had moved here in a hurry.

The newlywed room would need another half a month before they could live together. During this half a month, Mo Yue Chen didn't feel the need to squeeze into the house with her at all.

In the past, Qin Yu Xuan would always draw drafts or knock on the keyboard to write a story, but now there was a different type of keyboard.

Her study room wasn't very spacious. If she added another desk, it would really be crowded.

Mo Yue Chen consciously decided not to fight with her for the seat, as he sat on the small sofa behind Qin Yu Xuan.

His long legs couldn't stretch much, so he switched the position of the small tea table and the sofa, which allowed Qin Yu Xuan to see the man out of the corner of his eye when he occasionally raised his head.

Mo Yue Chen's low voice was pleasant to the ear, it had a metal-like quality, and the intermittent sounds of his speech entered into her ears, most of it talking about official matters.

When Qin Yu Xuan got up to pour the water, she could often see him outside in the living room with her white clothes and black pants. She was standing straight with the phone in one hand and the other hand in her pocket.

She looked out from where she was, and saw that Mo Yue Chen was not inferior to the other male celebrities, his nose was high and nose straight, his light lips were cold, and the shattered bangs cast a shadow over his deep eyebrows.

Qin Yu Xuan seemed to be obsessed with it. When it was night time, Mo Yue Chen would often be working behind her, and she would always pay attention to his figure from the corner of her eyes.

Seeing his various expressions and actions, the depth of his eyebrows, the concentration when looking at the documents, the low voice during discussions, and the long fingers playing with the pen.

On the third day that Mo Yue Chen stayed in her small nest, Qin Yu Xuan was faced with the storyline of "Divine Pen" being stopped.

The lines on the drawing board were wiped away again and again. Annoyed, she made a cup of coffee to refresh herself.

When she returned to the desk, there was almost no place to start. The plot was already written, but she could not draw it.

She picked up the charcoal and unconsciously began to draw lines and lines on the snow-white paper. Gradually, her inspiration came.

When Qin Yu Xuan stopped writing, she realized that the outline of Mo Yue Chen he drew out with her hands was actually Mo Yue Chen's.

Her features were distinct, but her movements and clothes, were exactly the same as Mo Yue Chen's.

She thought of something. Suddenly, she thought of something and put the to the side.