Mysterious president, get away from me!

Mu Chengye and his wife have a son, Mu Haoran, and a daughter, Mu Fengxi. Mu Fengxi is only 18 years old and is the only little princess of the Mu family.

Mr. Mu also has a daughter, Mu Huaiqing. However, their husband and wife have been doing business in the United States for a long time and seldom return home. When mu Nianchen was buried, they hurried back home and now they have left.

Although Mo Ling knew that mu Nianchen and mu Chenhan were twins, she had already made psychological preparations, but when she saw mu Chenhan's face clearly, she was still startled.

It was a face as like as two peas in Mu Nianchen's face. The sword eyebrows that flew sideways, the nose of the tall ridge, the slightly thin lips, and the perfectly perfect facial lines almost made her mistaken for mu Nan Chen standing in front of himself.

No, they are not the same person after all.

When Mo Ling saw Mu Chen's cold eyes, she knew that she had made a mistake. She had never seen such cold eyes. The dark eyes were like Ling Ling's cold ice, with the indifference of freezing into the bone marrow. She couldn't help shivering slightly. Her nails pinched the palm of her hand forcefully, and then she reluctantly showed a smile and said, "second brother."

There was no expression on Mu Chen Han's face, just that pair of eyes, more and more condensation, nodded, the voice was also extremely cold, "sister-in-law."

A banter light voice rang up, "second brother, quickly put away your ice face, don't freeze our sister-in-law, sister-in-law, this is my wedding gift for you and brother, I hope you will like it."

Mo lingxun went to see a man in a black shirt stand up. His face is amazing, his eyebrows are like ink dye, and his narrow eyes are slightly picked up. Different from mu Chenhan's coldness, he has a warm smile, but different from mu Nianchen's warmth. Instead, he brings a little bit of tenderness, but it doesn't make people feel feminine. He is really evil to the extreme.

Looking at the position where he sits, he should be mu Yuntian, the third young master of Changfang. Unexpectedly, he has a heroic name, but he also has a face comparable with women.

Facing Mo Ling's stunned eyes, Mu Yuntian smiles and claps his hands. Two servants come in carrying a huge photo frame.

It was a wedding photo. In the photo, Maureen was wearing a snow-white wedding dress, holding a bunch of bright flowers in her arms, with a bright smile. Mu Nianchen was wearing a white suit, holding Maureen from the back, and her handsome face was also filled with a happy smile. They nestled so close that their actions were natural and intimate, just like a couple who loved each other deeply.

Of course, Mo Ling and mu Nianchen didn't take any wedding photos. This photo is a composite. It was nothing at all, but the problem is that mu Nianchen is no longer alive. Mo Ling is the culprit who killed him. The appearance of the photo undoubtedly reminds us of this.

Pan Jinru's face turns pale and turns her head quickly. Her eyes are full of hate and stare at Mo Ling.

The old man frowned slightly, Mu Boyuan's thin lips moved, and his words stopped.

Mo Ling's face also became ugly. Her slender fingers clasped tightly on the armrest of the chair. Although she looked calm, her slightly trembling body revealed her mood at this time. Her beautiful eyes quickly began to ache.

"What's the matter, sister-in-law? Don't you like my present? " Mu Yuntian lips smile stagnant, suddenly think of something like, raised his hand patted his forehead, chagrined and said, "sorry, sister-in-law, I just want to leave you and brother a little memory, did not expect to offend you, I sincerely apologize to you."

In the end is unintentional loss, or deliberately, Mo Ling from his eyes full of sincerity nothing to read out, lips taut taut taut, reluctantly way, "nothing, thank you three younger brother."

When things got to this point, pan Jinru couldn't bear it any longer. He said with an ugly face, "Dad, mom, I'm a little uncomfortable. I'll go back first."

"Go, Boyuan, and go back with your daughter-in-law." When the old lady knew that ah Chen had passed away, the saddest thing was that the two of them didn't feel well either. She waved and asked them to leave first.

After Mu Boyuan and his wife left, there was a short silence in the living room. The housekeeper continued to introduce Mo Ling, "this is the fourth young master, granny."

The fourth young master, Mu Haoran, is mu Chengye's son and a handsome man. He has white skin, full forehead and straight nose. He has been sitting there quietly, indifferent to what happened in the hall. When he heard the housekeeper mention him, he raised his head slightly. His black eyes are pure as water, and he is a little confused. His expression is childish.