Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

"It's not what I mean. It's what mom means."

Mo Ju Yang didn't stop the car and said, "she's sick. Do you follow her? Isn't it just a child? Now medicine is so developed, test tube ah, want to give birth to a few students, give birth to boys and girls do not have to choose at random

Mo Beicheng

There's no way for the topic to continue.

Mo JuYang is ready to hang up. There are still a lot of things on her side. I can spare time to talk to him about the phone for a few minutes, and I can't help looking at him.

"I'll tell you, if you are really in love with Chen Baimo, you should divorce me and don't harm Nanqiao. I'll introduce a better one to her. I'm sure you know more about her than you."

Mo Beicheng

"If you don't help me, you have to say hello yourself."

He is not familiar with that circle, but as long as a little effort, enough to let Chen Baimo stand where he wants her to stand.

Mo Ju Yang pursed his lips and said seriously, "what do you want?"

She knows Mo Beicheng well, and she can't do this kind of thing. After getting married, she is still thinking about helping her ex girlfriend pave the way. Moreover, if he really cares, he won't just throw it to her. He will build an empire for her that can make her play at will, but no one dares to say anything.

"Fulfill mom's wish, or I'll be bored to death."

"To tell you the truth, otherwise, I can make Chen Baimo unable to enter the entertainment industry all his life."

"I'll take care of it myself."

Mo hung up and covered the computer screen.

In the dark, he took a gentle breath.

Entertainment industry.

Chen Baimo.

Oh.

The next morning, Nanqiao fell asleep just in time. Mo Beicheng got him out of bed and pushed him to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. Fortunately, Nanqiao resolutely resisted when he changed his clothes, so that he didn't change his clothes.

Nanqiao is led downstairs by Mo Beicheng and put into the car.

Most of her thoughts are still immersed in hazy sleep, voice lazy, "where to?"

"Get a visa."

Nan Qiao's confused "en" a, side body looked for a comfortable posture to continue to sleep.

Mo Beicheng's car was very stable. There was no bumps along the way.

For a long time, Nanqiao reflected what they were going to do. He looked back at him from the pillow. Before he woke up, there was a hazy vapor in his dark eyes. "I don't need a visa. I just need to bring my passport and information? They can even ask the travel agency to help them.

"Travel agencies are too slow."

Australia has not implemented a visa free policy at home. The procedure is more complicated than that of some countries in Southeast Asia, and there are a lot of materials to be prepared.

The second elder brother has already done a good job. They just need to prepare some basic materials and go for a walk. There's no problem if Nanqiao doesn't go.

"Go out for a walk and get some fresh air. You sleep all morning at home, but you can't sleep at night," he said vaguely, freeing up one hand and pinching her ear. "If you go on like this, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to get up."

South Joe red face stares at him one eye, pull aside his hand, "drive well."

Mo Beicheng chuckled, "I haven't seen you so shy before. Where did you go when you were in the KTV compartment and stretched out your hand to ravage him?"

Thinking of the scene that day, he couldn't help bending the corners of his lips. At that time, he only felt that this woman was a coward and lacked a lesson.

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

After getting the visa, Mo Beicheng sent Nanqiao back first. He mentioned the arrangement of going to Sydney these days, so he had to go back to the company.

There is a car parked in the garden. Nanqiao is familiar with the car model, but she has never seen the license plate. Mo Beicheng pursed his lower lip and answered Nanqiao's doubts, "elder sister."

He didn't expect that moju Yang came in person.

Mo Beicheng didn't want Nanqiao to know that he helped Chen Baimo enter the entertainment circle. He reached out and rubbed the top of her hair. "If you're sleepy, go upstairs to sleep."

Nan Qiao guesses that he and Mo Ju Yang probably have something to say, so they deliberately support her.

He followed his words and said, "good."

In the living room, Mo JuYang's back is straight, his legs are slightly leaning on his side, and he is drinking coffee gracefully.

In the absence of sister GUI, she was the only one in the living room. Even if there was no one, her sitting posture was not relaxed.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, she turned her head. First she nodded to Nanqiao and said hello. Then she turned her eyes to Mo Beicheng. Unlike the gentle face to Nanqiao, Mo JuYang looked at Mo Beicheng with a gloomy look.

Nan Qiao even felt that if he was not there, Mo Ju Yang would definitely hit someone.