Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

The old man's voice was high again, "nothing happened. She ran up to let your mother make the decision and ran into you in the bar? Bump into the arms? You think I'm blind? "

Mo Beicheng

He finally appeased the old man. As soon as he came out of the study, he met naomin. She was wearing a neat dark professional suit, her hair was pulled up meticulously, and her hands and elbows were on the guardrail.

From the side face, the facial features are very three-dimensional, mature and elegant, showing a heroic spirit.

Look at her. She's here on purpose waiting for him to come out.

"Ma."

Hearing the sound, Chun min straightened up and turned around. He fixed his eyes on Mo Beicheng for a few seconds. Then he said solemnly, "Beicheng, I have something to tell you."

Naomin took him to the open garden at the end of the corridor.

No one at home likes to raise flowers. Men are not interested in flowers. Chun min is a strong woman who wants to stay in the company 24 hours. Let alone raise flowers, they have no time.

The orchid in the greenhouse is a product of mediocrity.

Chun min stepped on a pair of 10 cm high heels and sat down at the stone table in the middle. The water in the hot kettle was bubbling. She twisted some tea leaves and put them in a white porcelain cup. She made a cup of tea for Mo Beicheng herself.

Lift Mou, light ask: "you and white foam between how to return a responsibility?"

"Misunderstanding."

Mo Beicheng doesn't want to explain too much. His grandfather doesn't know the reporter's skills from nothing, but Chun min is used to seeing him in the shopping mall.

"She told me she loved you."

Mo Beicheng didn't speak. He knew his mother's character. Since he mentioned this topic, it proved that she had something to say.

What he thinks is not decisive to what she wants to say.

He bowed his head to drink tea.

Chun min coughed, leaned back, fingers curled, intentionally or unintentionally tapping the table, "I hope you can seriously consider it."

"Think about what?"

He picked the next eyebrow, look a little surly, there is a smile on his face, but that layer of smile is only on his face, not to the bottom of his eyes.

Those eyes were dark and aggressive.

Alcohol sensitive a little can't look directly at, so, his eyes turned to a right orchid behind him, lips pursed.

Mo Beicheng's "ha" chuckles, and his already excellent appearance is covered with a layer of frivolous arrogance, "considering divorcing Shen Nanqiao and marrying Chen Baimo? Mom, you don't have much fun thinking that way. "

Alcohol sensitive wring eyebrow, looking at him half ring didn't speak, seem to be considering wording.

How could she not see that Mo Beicheng was unhappy.

In the company, she always gives orders when there is something, but in the face of her own son, she needs to carefully ponder over some things, such as the content, tone and expression of the conversation. She has to take them apart and grind them carefully before she can speak.

Mo Beicheng took out a cigarette and put it between his lips. He was just about to order it. He was stunned when he heard the words of Chun min.

"Beicheng, Baimo said she would like to be your child's mother."

It sounds like one meaning, but after a careful review, it extends to another incredible meaning.

Because he knew too much about Chen Baimo's noble temperament, he almost looked up incredulously and asked, "ah? What do you mean

The lighter was a little hot. He shook his hand slightly and closed the lid.

"If you think that test tube baby is more acceptable, you can think about it in any way."

Mo Beicheng's face suddenly changed. A stream of anger leaped up in his heart several times and suppressed it several times. In the end, he couldn't help it. Huo stood up, crumpled the cigarette in his hand and threw it on the white jade table. "I can't accept any of them."

He lived for 30 years and didn't say a word in front of Chun min.

Alcohol sensitive annoyed, immediately sank face, "did not let you really sleep with her, this kind of thing, other people a girl do not mind, you also wronged."

Mo Beicheng

Seeing that he didn't turn around and leave immediately, Chun min thought that he was listening and softened his tone. "There's no one between the two couples who doesn't want children. You're worried that Nan Qiao's body can't bear to have children. Now there's a woman who is willing to give birth to children for you, regardless of her reward and fame. You're still in trouble..."

Mo Beicheng interrupts the words of alcohol sensitive, the voice is cold like piece of cold iron, "I still have something to do."

He doesn't want to stay more for a second, but he knows that once it starts, Chun min won't give up easily. It doesn't make sense for him. Maybe he will go to Nanqiao directly.

If this symptom is not curbed as soon as possible, there will be countless troubles in the future. He and Shen Nanqiao have had enough twists and turns. They don't want to make a mess for these irrelevant things.