Mummy is here, daddy spoils!

Mo Qingchen's eyes must be bright. A touch of purplish red quickly shook from the corners of his eyes. The next second he was cold. "Don't get it, go out."

Xia Zhi'an therefore stopped the action in her hand, and looked at Mo Qingchen in a confused way, thinking what kind of temper this man had.

Obviously, he wants to come to work today, and now he wants to drive her away?

"Get out!" Mo Qingchen accentuated his tone and opened his mouth again.

Xia Zhian trembled her fingertips and could feel the displeasure in his tone. She hurriedly packed up her things, didn't stop a step, and quickly withdrew from the room.

When Xia Zhian left, Mo Qingchen was relieved without trace. Then he looked at the place where Xia Zhian disappeared at the door and despised at the bottom of his heart.

Unexpectedly, the woman's ability was not small. He recruited her back. She not only didn't restrain, but also seduced herself so openly. The courage is really fat. Do you think he is the men she seduced before?

Mo Qingchen thought that the contempt at the bottom of his eyes was covered with cold frost. He took back his eyes, sat back on the sofa and continued to pick up the tablet to do things.

After leaving Mo Qingchen's room, Xia Zhian held her breath and cleaned the villa up and down. Unknowingly, it was lunchtime, and her work was coming to an end.

"The cook asked for leave today. Can you cook?" the housekeeper hurried up at this time and asked anxiously.

Xia Zhian was stunned, then nodded, "yes, but..." on the man's fart character, I'm afraid he's very picky about eating! She didn't expect that what she did was not in line with his appetite and her salary was deducted!

"Then you go to the kitchen to cook lunch first, and you'll get a raise when you're done." the housekeeper thought she was worried about money, so she hurried to guarantee.

"OK." Xia Zhian put down her broom and mop, washed her hands, and went into the kitchen to prepare lunch. The whole process was thinking about why Mo Qingchen was angry just now.

After living at home with her brother for so many years, Xia Zhian's best skill is cooking. Today, she also showed her skill and cooked a table full of home-made dishes. Although the dishes under the chef are not gorgeous, as soon as they are put on the table, they are full of aroma and appetizing.

When Mo Qingchen ate, there was no abnormality. On the contrary, the two children ate more food than usual.

At the end of the meal, ink brocade sugar wiped the corners of his mouth, his small body jumped down from the stool, hopped his two legs to Xia Zhian, looked at her with water Lingling's big eyes, and called sweetly "aunt."

Xia Zhian listened, like eating honey, her heart was sweet. She put down the pot, gently took the ink brocade candy's soft little hand and asked her, "what's the matter?"

"Aunt, my brother and I should take a nap. Can you tell us a story? Tangtang wants to hear a little story." Mo Jintang looks forward to Xia Zhian.

All the children in the kindergarten said that their mother told a good story, but she had no mother and had never heard of the so-called little story.

This beautiful aunt looks so good, has a good voice and smells good. She will tell a lot of stories!

The soft and waxy voice of MOJIN candy poked Xia Zhian's heart. Xia Zhian couldn't help but be happy. Without thinking about it, she agreed, "OK, aunt, wash the dishes and chopsticks first, and I'll tell you later."

This scene fell deeply into Mo Qingchen's eyes. He still felt that the food in his mouth was very appetizing, but at this time he felt like chewing wax.

Mo Qingchen put down the jade chopsticks and thought that the woman was a little scheming. Knowing that the seduction was unsuccessful, she started from the two children. Unfortunately, what she met was him.

Mo Qingchen snorted coldly and wiped the corners of his mouth. Ignoring the interaction between Xia Zhian and the two children, he turned and went straight upstairs.

Xia Zhian also went to the ink brocade sugar room after cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks. She told stories with the two children and coaxed them to sleep.

After Xia Zhian came out of the mojintang bedroom, before the door could be closed, she felt a cold and heinous breath behind her.

Xia Zhian's hand holding the doorknob was stiff in vain. She turned her head and saw that Mo Qingchen didn't know when to lean against the jade pillar guardrail behind and stared at her.

"Mo, Mr. mo..." Xia Zhi shrunk her neck and hurriedly called. At the same time, she loosened her hand holding the doorknob and turned to stand upright.

"Come to my study." Mo Qingchen put down this sentence without fluctuation, and then strode forward without hesitation.

Xia Zhian has no right to refuse and can only keep up silently.

Looking at the tall and indifferent figure walking in front of her, Xia Zhian was like a mountain in her back, and her walking movements became strange unconsciously.

Soon, the two entered the study one by one. Mo Qingchen didn't go to the seat next to the desk, but stood at the table with his back to her. The fingers of his well-balanced and slender right hand beat the clean as new desktop rhythmically, as if thinking about something.

Xia Zhian waited for him to speak. At the same time, she was thinking. The man suddenly looked for himself. Didn't he want to say something about cleaning the room just now? Or the bar last night

"Xia Zhian, this is my last warning to you."

Finally, the man in front opened his mouth, but it was a word that made Xia Zhian's Zhang Er monk confused.

"No, Mr. Mo, what's the matter with me?" except when she just met Mo Qingchen, she accidentally pulled each other's bath towel. It seems that she hasn't done anything to Mo Qingchen since then.

"Do you want me to speak more clearly?" Mo Qingchen's tone sank. When he spoke, his body also turned around. On his cold handsome face, a pair of obsidian eyes burst out a palpitating glare.

Xia Zhian's breath stagnated with fear, and she had a sense of crisis that her scalp was about to explode.

Mo Qingchen stepped on the gray slippers and approached her step by step. The cold from him also covered Xia Zhian.

It was a hot summer, but she seemed to be in the plum moon and cold winter.

"I advise you not to have unreasonable thoughts about me." Mo Qingchen pinched her chin and threatened her word by word. Then he pressed his head to her ear and pulled the sound line to the lowest, "otherwise, you can't afford the consequences."