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

what!

Promise is a Mohist?

Yan looked at the two men with the same delicate and delicate faces in front of him in surprise, and suddenly felt that their facial features seemed to have a divine place

"Hum."

Promise smiled coldly and looked at murchuxi.

"How can you and I be a family? Your Mohist manor is on the most valuable piece of land in an City, and I'm afraid you don't want to know where I live. "

"That's your choice."

Mo Chuxi looked at the promise, and the look on Yu Yan was calm and calm.

He looked sideways at his somewhat dazed heart.

"Get in the car."

He motioned.

"Ah? Me? "

"What do you think?"

“……”

Yan Xinxin was stunned for two seconds. He raised his eyes and saw promise. He looked at himself with a complex expression. Only obedient turned and got on the co pilot.

Promise's eyes followed to the window, and the unwillingness in his eyes was obvious.

"My heart is mine. Stay away from her."

When mochuxi turned around, he gently spit out such a sentence from his thin lips. Then he turned and got on the bus. The car soon drove away in front of everyone.

"Hey, that was a heart to heart!"

"She is really good. She not only promised to fight for her injustice, but also knew master Mo!"

The girls watching at the school gate saw Yan Xinxin get into Mo Chuxi's car, and their eyes were full of incomparable envy.

"That Mo Xiaoli and Xue Mengshi are really funny. They sent such a post to slander others. Now director Yang made a Clarification Announcement. These two people really killed themselves!"

"Do you really believe that master Mo and Yan Xinxin are just the relationship between tutors and tutors?"

In the silence, I don't know who suddenly said such a sentence, and the rest is silence

The car stopped slowly at the traffic lights, and the car was silent.

Mo Chuxi turned his head to look at the silent heart, and the sword eyebrow was light.

"Unhappy? Is it because I disturb you and promise? "

“……”

"Stay away from him later."

Mo Chuxi reminded again, with a different cold and solemn tone.

Yan Xinxin glanced at him and his pink lips pursed.

"Well, you can do whatever you want. Anyway, I have never had the right to say no."

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing."

Yan Xinxin pulled his lips and smiled.

"Just get off here. I'll go back by myself. Don't delay master mo. you can do other things."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Xinxin got off with his bag. Mo Chuxi didn't even have a chance to stop drinking.

Looking at her hurried back, Mo Chuxi's eyebrows were more tightly locked.

Why is this woman completely different from what she imagined?

☆

On a sunny afternoon, Yan Xinxin sat at the small white table on the roof, drawing with a pen.

Yan zhirou threw away the previously designed drawings. In a short time, she couldn't think of a new design. She only thought of repainting the previously designed patterns, but she didn't have the original feeling.

Inspiration is the best thing at that time. If you imagine copying after a period of time, you always feel that something is missing

In the afternoon, the setting sun moved imperceptibly into a fine sunset.

Yan Xinxin returned to the apartment with vegetables in one hand and his son's hand in the other.

"Xiao Xi, you do the homework assigned by the teacher and prepare dinner carefully."

"Yes."

Yan Chenxi ordered his little head very obediently and put the small book bag on his back on the sofa.

"Be careful, when will Chuxi's father come back?"

“……”

Yan Xinxin suddenly turned around, and Lihua's little face was full of seriousness.

"Your father is not serious, your father is not here!"

Yan Chenxi frowned a little embarrassed.

"But brother Chuxi said he wanted to be my father..."

"Ha?"

"Ding Dong! Ding Dong! "

The doorbell rang just in time, swallowing the words that Yan Xinxin wanted to ask.

"Chuxi's father must be back! I'll open the door! "