Dear, Let's Remarry

"Huh?" Mo Chen looked over suspiciously.

An Ruchu swallowed her saliva, her fingers clutching her skirt tightly, and she had begun to sweat.

What should I do? Do you really want Mo Mo to come in? Mo Mo is a reduced version of Mo Chen. As long as he sees it, he can see what's going on!

However, if Mo Mo doesn't come in, Mo Chen will doubt it!

Damn it! Mo Chen came at a bad time!

Ann was so angry and anxious that she didn't know what to do.

"Hi! Good evening, President Mo! " Just then, Mina came in with a smile and greeted Mo Chen as if nothing had happened.

Behind her, closely followed by a small figure, bowed his head and remained silent.

An Ruchu's heart is pulled up. God bless! Just keep your head down and go back to your room unharmed! Don't let Mo Chen see it!

However, God made a joke with her.

From the moment Mina came in, Mo Chen had fixed his eyes on the child coming with his head down, and his face was deep.

He suddenly hooked his lips and smiled slowly, "this child..."

"This child is what I told you last time, friend's child!" An Ruchu hurriedly interrupted his words. After that, he looked at Mo Mo with some guilt and found that the little figure was stiff and his head hung lower.

Her heart is very sour. I'm sorry, Mo Mo, mommy has to. If it wasn't for fear of Mo Chen's doubt, she would say that he was someone else's child!

"Oh?" Mo Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at the bottom of his eyes, "look up and let me have a look."

He didn't forget that it was the little boy who said he was a strange corn who abducted and sold children! He also said he was old and deaf! That attitude was a drag!

Today, I was caught by him. Hum! He wants to see where a little boy can drag him!

Ann Ru's heart is going to jump to her throat. No! It's going to be exposed!

Mina was calm. She touched Mo Mo's head and smiled with maternal brilliance. "Come on, raise your head and let your uncle see."

No! No! Please.

An Ruchu held his fist tightly and looked at Mo Mo nervously. He prayed not to be recognized!

Mo Mo was silent for a while, then slowly raised his head.

As soon as an Ruchu looked, her eyes were straight. This... What's going on? How did Mo Mo's face become like this?

Mo Chen was stunned when he saw Mo Mo's face. His first reaction was where did the painted face cat come from?

The party concerned did not have this consciousness at all. He looked up at his colorful face stained with oil paint and smiled innocently, "Hello uncle!"

"OK... Hello!" For this face with too much visual impact, Mo Chen felt that he couldn't bear it, because he was guilty of cleanliness. He couldn't tolerate what he had to clean most, especially on his face.

An Ruchu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Mina. Fortunately, they still had some time to cushion outside just now.

Mina blinked and smiled proudly. If she hadn't had an idea just now, she thought that there was oil paint in the ink bag and painted the ink all over her face. At this moment, it is estimated that she would have been recognized by Mo Chen.

"Is this your son?" Mo Chen frowned and looked at Mina. He didn't feel like a reliable mother! And why did he think Mina didn't look like a man who would give birth to such a clever and vicious son!

That night, what the little boy said was more and more poisonous! As for Mina's simple and rough acute son, it's not like she can have such a clever son!

Mo Chen expressed his doubts, and his face did not hide his disbelief.

Mina stood up proudly and said in a high voice without blushing: "yes! He is my son! It's cute, isn't it? I just went to art class and got my face dirty, otherwise it would be more lovely! "

An Ruchu took a smoke from the corner of her mouth. The paint on her face was painted like that. She almost couldn't recognize her mother. Where can I see that she is cute? Mina, you are Mo Mo's loyal powder!

"It does look smart." Mo Chen narrowed his eyes, looked at Mo Mo, and slowly said, "that night, did you answer the phone? Huh? "

"Phone? What phone? " Mina is confused. Why do you think she suddenly can't understand?

An Ruchu touched his nose and said stuffy, "yes, he was playful at that time. Don't worry about him as a child."

She's talking about it. You're a great president. Don't you really care about a child? What's more, you can't say it's others' ink. It's because you're not good at learning. No wonder people!

Later, Mo Mo told her and boasted about his achievements. She found that Mo Mo was better than blue. She did a great job!

"My mouth was very sharp last time. Why don't you talk today?" Mo Chen looked at Mo Mo with a smile.

Mo Mo looked at him with big dark eyes and looked innocent. "Last time, it was because you didn't know your uncle. You were so fierce and asked so many questions. The teacher and Mommy taught me. In this case, you must not tell the truth. Who knows if it's a bad person? But now that I know you are mommy's friend, I can't be so rude. "

When he finished, he looked at Mo Chen very innocently and added, "are you right? Uncle Mo! "

Mo Chen looked at him with deeper eyes. The child was really good, with clear logic and good expression ability. He was not like a child of his age at all. Suddenly, he felt that he could forgive him for his vicious tongue.

"You're smart and well done." He sincerely praised that he could have this vigilance at this age. He was really smart. If it was his own son, he would teach him the same.

"Thank you, uncle." Mo Mo was like a little adult. His little figure stood straight and looked awe inspiring.

An Ruchu and Mina are standing aside. They suddenly feel that they are redundant. This is the battlefield of the father and son. They are just spectators.

"How old are you?" The more mo Chen looked at the child, the more he felt kind and liked it, especially his eyes, which were as beautiful and clear as the child in the hospital.

Mo Mo quietly looked at an Ruchu and replied, "I'm three years old this year."

"Three years old!" Mo Chen's slender fingers crossed his sexy chin, his eyes were floating, and his look was difficult to distinguish.

Ann didn't know what he was thinking, and became nervous. Mo Mo said he was only three years old and she taught him, just to prevent Mo Chen from suspecting that it was his son.

"Yes! What's the matter? " Mina asked.

Mo Chen said with a smile, "it's nothing. His face has so much paint. Take it to wash it!"

Seriously, no matter how much he liked the child, he couldn't stand the paint on his face and the pungent smell of paint.

"Yes, yes, yes!" An Ruchu wanted it and urged Mina again and again, "take me to take a bath! These paints are more or less poisonous. You have to be careful. "

She thought. When Mina took Mo Mo to take a bath, she quickly sent Mo Chen away.

"Good, good!" Mina knew it at a glance and took Mo Mo to take a bath.

Mo Mo finally left. An Ruchu was really relieved. She looked at Mo Chen and said tactfully, "it seems that it's getting late."

Well, the implication is that CEO, should you go?

"Well, it's really a little late." Mo Chen nodded in agreement.

An Ruchu was happy, "then you..."

"I'm hungry. Give me a bowl of noodles." Before her joy stayed in her heart for a few more seconds, Mo Chen put out a basin of cold water.

An Ruchu smoked at the corner of his mouth, "why can't you go home to eat."

"Why should I go home hungry?" Mo Chen asked, "hurry up. I didn't have dinner tonight."

No dinner?

Ann was surprised. Could he have waited for her this afternoon and didn't even eat?

"Huh? "No?" Seeing her hesitation, Mo Chen snorted unhappily.

"What noodles do you want?" Ann had no choice but to send him away as soon as possible.

Mo Chen's evil spirit smiled, "I like to eat under you."

An Ruchu: "

This big hooligan! Where is the big president! It's just a hooligan among hooligans!

"Only plain noodles! Do you like to eat? " She blushed, stamped her feet, turned and went into the kitchen.

Mo Chen looked at her angry appearance and felt very lovely and charming. His anger this afternoon also slowly dissipated.

Ten minutes later, Ann came out with a bowl of noodles and put it heavily in front of Mo Chen, "here you are!"

Although the noodles are plain, they are made with eggs and some vegetables. They have complete color, flavor and taste. It looks like they are made with heart.

Mo Chen smiled, looked at the pink skin on her ear side, and couldn't help teasing her, "there's too much water under you."

An Ruchu roared, his face burned again, and said angrily, "hooligan!"

"Those who flow are not hooligans."

An Ruchu: "

This man's face is no longer comparable to that of ordinary people. It is estimated that he can't be broken with a missile!

Seeing that her face was red, Mo Chen was in a smooth mood and began to eat noodles.

Noodles are his favorite buckwheat noodles. They are chewy and have the fragrance of soup. When they go down, they will stay fragrant.

Her cooking has always been so good that it suits his taste.

Soon, Mo Chen ate up a bowl of noodles and didn't even let go of the soup at the bottom of the bowl.

Ann looked at him like a monster. Before, he had a small appetite and paid attention to delicacy. He often didn't want to eat a few mouthfuls. This time, he even ate noodle soup. How hungry he is!

"Well, good." Mo Chen had enough to eat and drink. He loosened his tie and leaned on the sofa like an uncle. His slender thighs stretched and overlapped. His posture was lazy and evil, as if he was the master of the family.

And an Ruchu is a hard-working slave exploited by the rich. Even so, he can't complain!

"Well... It seems that it's late. You're full. Should you..." an Ruchu pinched the corner of his clothes and hinted that he should go.

"You're right. It's a little late. It's time to go to bed." Mo Chen stretched out and said lazily, "I won't go tonight. I'll sleep with you."

An Ruchu stares big eyes. Why doesn't Mao go down according to the normal script?