Mr.Mo's eternal love: sweet wife, please come to my arms

Inch by inch, he breathed and his heart beat anxiously.

"Wait a minute!"

Speak and shout.

Mo Chuxi made a move and looked at the ruddy and abnormal speech heart with low eyes.

"Huh?"

Murchuxi looked at her and uttered a lazy tone.

"Well, I, I'm coming to my great aunt!"

Yan Xinxin stressed that when he finished, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed away the man pressed on him. He didn't even have time to wear slippers, so he ran out of mochuxi's room barefoot.

Looking at the figure of Yan Xinxin's hurried escape, Mo Chu Xi's deep eyes moved, and then sat up expressionless.

There is a faint faint fragrance in the breath. It is very shallow, but very pleasant.

——

It was getting darker and darker.

The words wrapped the quilt tightly and drilled into the quilt.

She never thought that she would have anything to do with the son of a rich family like mochuxi, let alone live in his house.

"Call -"

Yan Xinxin took a long breath and turned over with the quilt.

Thinking of his father who is still serving his sentence in prison, Yan felt guilty.

If it hadn't happened that night five years ago, her life wouldn't have been so bad, and her father wouldn't have hurt people and went to jail because of her.

In retrospect, in this family, it seems that the person who hurt himself most from childhood is the father

Chumo!

Someone's name jumped out of his mind.

you 're right!

He has a strong background and must be able to help his father.

However, the man said that he would not do business at a loss. What on earth is not a loss?

He thought over and over all night and didn't figure it out.

When it was dawn, Yan Xinxin got up from the quilt, washed and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Thinking of what Mo Chuxi said last night, Yan Xinxin still felt that it was necessary to "serve" the eldest son of mo. as long as he was happy, he might be able to ask him to help commute his father's sentence in prison.

Breakfast was almost ready, but the big apartment building was still quiet.

Xiaoxi and xiaochenxi have got up to brush their teeth and wash their faces. The president of ink University, don't you get up yet?

That's right. People are big bosses. They don't need to get up early at all.

But breakfast is ready. Shall I ask him to get up for breakfast?

"What are you doing standing at the door of my room?"

"Ah!"

Suddenly someone's cold and low voice sounded behind him, and Yan was startled.

She suddenly looked back and saw mochuxi in sportswear. It turned out that he had already got up and went out for morning exercise.

The black sports suit sets off murchuxi's iceberg face, which is more inaccessible, but it is handsome and abstinence, which is more intriguing.

"Er... So you've got up? I wanted to call you for breakfast. I didn't want to do anything. "

Yan Xinxin smiled awkwardly at Mo Chuxi and explained.

Mo Chuxi glanced at his heart and opened his long legs.

"Do you think I sleep like a pig like you?"

“……”

Nima, say I'm a pig?

Yan stared at Mo Chuxi's back depressed, and turned to find two little guys.

Murchuxi took a bath, put on a clean black shirt and trousers, and walked leisurely to the restaurant.

From a distance, he saw Yan Xinxin having dinner and laughing with the two little guys with a smile.

Mo Chuxi walked to the table with Jun Rong cold, looked at the breakfast placed on the table, and then sat down.

"Mr. ink."

Yan Xinxin raised his eyes and looked at him.

"Say anything."

"... did I really say that?"