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

Mo Chuxi's cold voice with questioning tone suddenly sounded behind him. Yan Xinxin suddenly turned back and saw the man who came back in the morning.

Black, abstinent and cold.

Yan Xinxin felt guilty. He quickly took back his hand and stood up.

Looking at his empty palm, Sheng Yehan was silent for a second and got up.

"Good morning."

He said to Mercure.

"You talk, I'll... Eh?"

Yan Xinxin just wanted to evacuate, but as soon as he turned around, his little hand was caught by Mo Chuxi.

"What's going on?"

He looked at her injured finger and asked, his tone was always so light.

"Nothing, just cut by the glass."

Yan Xinxin tried to take back his hand, but Mo Chuxi didn't mean to let go.

He frowned and then took her directly to the room.

"Ah, Mo Chuxi..."

The heart is depressed and puzzled.

"You are free."

Mo Chuxi ignored his words, but turned back and said these three words to Sheng Yehan.

"Be careful."

Seeing this scene, Yan Chenxi quickly ran from the restaurant to Yan Xinxin and followed into the room.

"Go in and wash your hands."

“……”

Yan Xinxin looked at Mo Chuxi, and finally went to wash his hands obediently.

"Brother Chuxi, why did you pull my little heart?"

"Your little heart?"

Mochuxi took out a small medicine box from the drawer, then took out a band aid and handed it to Yan Chenxi.

"Give this to your little heart."

He then touched Yan Chenxi's small head with short hair and went to the living room.

"What can I do for you?"

Murchuxi came straight to the point.

Sheng Yehan pulled the corners of his lips.

"It's amazing. It's said that master Mo is still a man. Unexpectedly, he even has children."

Mochuxi frowned, "what are you talking about?"

"Speak your heart."

Sheng Yehan called his heart's name faintly.

"Isn't she your woman? The boy, are you and her son? "

Hearing Sheng Yehan's guess, Mo Chuxi smiled in a low voice, turned and sat down on the sofa.

"Do you think I might casually let women have my seed?"

"No?"

"Of course not."

"What about your heart? She's not your woman? "

"Huh?"

Mo Chu Xi raised his eyes to see Sheng Yehan, followed by a low rhythmic syllable overflowing from his throat.

"Yes."

He gave a soft answer as an admission.

Sheng Yehan smiles.

"The type you like is the same as many years ago."

Hearing this, Mo Chuxi looked a little changed and opened the topic coldly.

"What are you looking for me?"

"I would like to ask you, master Mo, to persuade the muying queen to attend the jewelry exhibition dinner of our Sheng group."

After washing his hands, Yan Xinxin stuck a band aid with the help of his son. When he walked to the restaurant, he vaguely heard the conversation between the two men.

Jewelry exhibition dinner?

She majored in jewelry design. What she yearned for most was to attend a formal jewelry exhibition, but now she obviously didn't have such an opportunity. Only people with money and status could go to those places.

Yan Xinxin picked up the trash can, went to the tea table in the living room, squatted down and sorted out the broken glass.

Mo Chuxi and Sheng Yehan look at Yan Xinxin squatting aside to clean up the glass residue. The sunshine shining through the French window gently scattered on Yan Xinxin's pink cheeks. Her soft eyebrows are like a painting.

Mo Chu Xi listened to Sheng Yehan's words absently, and his eyes lingered on Yan Xinxin's face. His eyes changed slightly.

From this angle, you can just see that if there is a faint beauty on her chest, her heart's skin is delicate and white. Under the thin light, it seems to be plated with a layer of gauze, and a few strands of black hair hang on her shoulders, which has an unspeakable temptation.

Mo Chuxi's Adam's apple rolled for a moment, immediately looked away, noticed Sheng Yehan standing on the side, and suddenly stood up.

"Speak your heart, stand up immediately."

"Ah?"