Diamond Wedding: Exclusive possession of mystery wife

Mu Chen clenched his fist, narrowed his beautiful black eyes, covered the ruthlessness at the bottom of his eyes, "pack up your things and go back now."

"Young master, maybe you will lose your freedom this time." del said reluctantly.

He should at least understand the master's temper. Even if the young master is his grandson, he will not be very kind to him.

Mu Chen's eyebrows and eyes were still calm, "let's go."

Del nodded and went inside to pack up.

Mu Chen went to the tea table and reached out to pick up the game machine Shanshan left for him. His fingertips gently rubbed the game machine.

Vaguely, I can still feel the temperature of the small mushroom that laughs like flowers and remains above.

The strong wind and drizzle beat the windows, and the sky was gray.

Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing went to the company. There were only three little guys left at home.

In the living room, seventeen and nineteen sat cross legged on the carpet, each holding a game handle in his hand, looking at the TV screen and concentrating on playing games.

On one side, the glittering mushroom was sitting alone.

The five-year-old little mushroom is cool. Her little body has been raised by a few centimeters. The red sweater makes her white skin redder, moist and shiny. Her skin is like snow and water.

A pile of wrapping paper was placed in front of her, and there were a pile of scattered photos on the carpet. They were all her personal photos. She held an exquisite album in her arms, and she was carrying the photos into the album.

"I want this one, and this one looks good."

She muttered and hummed a tune from time to time.

"Although I'm just a sheep, the green grass becomes more fragrant because of me..."

Nineteen took time to look back at her while playing the game and joked, "Shan Shan, you're almost a big gray wolf. What pleasant sheep do you sing?"

"No, daddy said I was a little sheep." Shanshan proudly hummed.

Seventeen couldn't help laughing. "Shan Shan, ask feizhan to see if he thinks you're a little sheep."

In the kindergarten, she is almost a female overlord and a little sheep, ha ha da.

Shanshan said, "I'll ask him tomorrow."

After playing a game, nineteen moved to her side, looked at the photos all over the ground and the wrapping paper of those girls' feelings, and asked helplessly, "Shan Shan, why do you turn out so many photos and take the wrapping paper? Do you want to send gifts to your good friend again?"

Shanshan sent a gift last year, so they probably knew that she had a good friend abroad, but they knew nothing about her except her name and the photos on the teddy bear.

At the beginning, because Shanshan sent gifts to the little boy named Mu Chen, the seventeen and nineteen, especially Quan Jingwu, ate it hard.

"Yes." Shanshan said without hesitation.

"You send photo albums again?" Nineteen asked with black lines all over his head.

Send it. They are all their own photos. They have to choose. They are more narcissistic than him.

"What's the problem?" Shanshan added a photo to the album and smiled with satisfaction.

Nineteen picked up a photo and asked curiously, "Shan Shan, why don't you give him other gifts and always give him your photo album. He won't be surprised."

Boys like cars, planes and other models, or other interesting mechanical toys. Photo albums seem to be nothing special.

"No, Mu Chen is happy to receive my album. He also said that he would send him my album for his birthday." he smiled out of his eyes. "Besides, I haven't seen him for a long time. What if he didn't give him photos, he would forget my appearance?"

Since we met at the hotel that time, Mu Chen never came back. She didn't even come to Shanshan's birthday. She just sent someone to deliver the gift.

Because of this, Shanshan was still angry. Finally, Mu Chen called Jane Qing. I don't know what he said on the phone. Finally, he coaxed Shanshan.

In this way, the two little guys haven't seen each other for nearly two years.

"Poof." Nineteen laughed.

The little girl has a delicate mind.

He stretched out his hand and gently pinched her tender little face. "Fool glittering, if he forgets what you look like, what good friends will you make with him?"

Shan Shan tilted her head and smiled cunningly, "no, Mu Chen won't forget me."

“……”

Nineteen glanced at the photos on the ground and said so confidently. What else are you doing with photo albums.

"You three are quite neat."

Jian Qing pushed the door in, followed by Quan Jingwu.

"Mommy, Daddy!" Nineteen threw down the game handle, Yan Qing climbed to the position of Jianqing porch and took slippers for her and Quan Jingwu.

"Yo, why are you so attentive today? It can't be that we're not at home. Have you done something bad?" Jane Qing put on her slippers, took his little hand and walked to the living room.

"No," 19 immediately denied.

Quan Jingwu glanced at him lightly and gave him a sound.

In the 19th century, an ice cream, quickly confessed and lenient, "well, I ate the ice cream in the fridge, just... Just a little."

"A little?" Quan Jingwu raised his eyebrow.

Nineteen bitter ha ha smiled, "just a little more."

"Jian Tianlin!" Quan Jingwu called his name directly, and he was urged sadly.

"Just half a box."

Jane Qing looked at nineteen hiding in her arms and smiled across her eyes.

Quan Jingwu stretched out his hand, bent his slender fingertips and flicked his forehead. "It's itchy to eat ice cream in such a cold day?"

Nineteen flattered with a smile, stepped forward and hugged Quan Jingwu's arm, "Daddy, I promise there will be no next time. Seventeen and I are playing games. It's better to play together."

"I've listened to you for many years without next time." Quan Jingwu mercilessly exposed his son's words.

Nineteen Hei hei smiled, then jumped and hung directly behind Quan Jingwu, "Daddy, I'm wrong. I promise I won't eat sugar this week."

Quan Jingwu's mouth shook. If he remembered correctly today, it seemed to be Sunday.

"Shanshan, are you preparing Mu Chen's gift?" Jane Qing sat down beside Shanshan and looked at the calendar. Unconsciously, Mu Chen's birthday was coming again.

"HMM." the last photo in the album was twinkling and tangled.

"Mommy, which one is good?"

Jane glanced at a small pile of photos, then picked out one and handed it to her, "this one."

Shanshan looked down. It was a picture she took in the garden of her old house in a red skirt during the Chinese New Year.

She smiled with satisfaction, showing her white teeth, then put the photos into the album, and then began to choose the gift box.

"Shan Shan, this box is good." Quan Jingwu broke in and deliberately picked an ugly box.