Mysterious president, get away from me!

The young man in the picture must be her father.

Mo Ling's fingers trembled, touching his father's young face, touching his mother's smiling eyes, and tears came down.

"Dad, mom, I finally see you..."

This is the only picture of their family of three, and it's also the only one to let her know what her father looks like.

"Treasure, in my father's and mother's eyes, the three members of my family happily together is the biggest treasure..."

After learning the real intention of her parents, Mo Ling's tears fell more fiercely.

Mu Chen cold distressed ground embraces her in the bosom, caresses her hair lightly, silent ground comforts her.

Wen Liangyan looks at his nose, nose and mouth, slightly hangs his head, stands in the distance, and does his duty to make a sculpture.

"Good, don't cry." Mu Chen Han touched the tears on her face with his fingers and said softly, "your family is finally reunited. You should be happy. Come on, smile and let your uncle and aunt not worry about you."

Mo Ling looks at the parents with a gentle smile on the portrait. Today is really the reunion day of the three of them. She stops crying and touches the parents on the portrait with her fingers. She slowly smiles and whispers, "Dad, mom, I'm fine now. You don't have to worry about me."

On the other side of the wall, there is a picture hidden.

Maureen grabs the frame and carefully pulls the painting out of the wall. She thinks that the painting is also the ink treasure left by her father. Turning the front over, she is shocked. It's actually Van Gogh's work!

Maureen's father is a gifted painter. His collection of works must not be fakes. Van Gogh's works can be sold on the market for at least 50 million US dollars.

Mu Chenhan's eyes lingered on Van Gogh's painting for a moment, then turned to the edge of the wall and said, "there are still things in the wall."

Wen Liang uses a flashlight to light up the wall, and then uses a pair of pliers to clip out all the things hidden in the wall.

In addition to the portraits of the three members of the moling family and Van Gogh's oil paintings, there are also four paintings. Among these four paintings, there are treasures of famous ancient Chinese artists and representative works of European painters. If you take out any one, you can auction it to tens of millions, which is enough for ordinary people to live a better life.

Mu Chenhan's eyes flitted over the paintings one by one and said slowly, "my uncle must be worried about your future, so he left you a precious cultural wealth."

Mo Ling looked at these priceless paintings, full of sadness, said, "yes, they really love me, they hide the paintings here, maybe they are also worried about someone's bad intentions, take them away."

Perhaps, they are also worried about their accidental death one day, so they have arranged their daughter's future ahead of time. With these paintings, even if her daughter does nothing, she will not have to worry about food and clothing.

Looking at these priceless paintings, Mo Ling was not surprised, only sad. If these paintings, including all her money and her youth, could be exchanged for her parents' life, she would not hesitate to exchange them.

Coming out of the secret room, Mo Ling turned to see mu Chenhan, and said with a smile, "things here are almost done. When do we respond to the city?"

Mu Chen cold holds her hand, tiny smile, "go back tomorrow, willing?"

"What do you want to give up? My relatives are in Yingcheng now, but Xiao Qiao and LAN Yao..." Mo Ling smiles and says, "it's you who will have the chance to meet again in the future. Your family are here. Now I'm going to be abducted to Yingcheng again. Will you regret it?"

On the surface, Maureen was calm and said this in a humorous tone, but in fact, she was a little nervous. She was afraid that he would give a positive answer.

"What do you think?" Mu Chen Han saw uneasiness from her eyes, raised his hand to rub her hair top, and said with a low smile, "wife, you don't trust me so much, you say, how can I punish you?"

Being torn down by his careful thinking, Maureen was a little embarrassed. He looked up and said, "I don't know anything." he said solemnly, "I don't trust you. I'm just asking."

Mu Chen cold lips Cape tiny a hook, the eye bottom spreads to tease of smile, "is really casually ask, still really care about?"

"It's true, of course. Just ask me Mo Ling Ao Jiao ground don't open a face, whisper, "don't want to answer even."

In the corridor, the soft light enveloped her body and made her white face more delicate. Even though she was the mother of a five-year-old, her skin was still enviable, like a shelled egg.

At this time, her perfect and delicate face was slightly sideways, her chin was slightly raised, and her face was extremely proud. Yes, in his world, she was the queen.

Mu Chen cold low ground smile a, suddenly bend over, beat her horizontal to embrace, she startled, both hands subconsciously hook his neck, beautiful star Mou slightly open big, facial expression tiny annoy, "what do you do?"

He bowed his head, deep eyes filled with smile, sexy thin lips slightly tilted, voice magnetic and gentle, "for the question just now, I will use practical action to tell you the answer."

"Practical action?" Mo Ling looked at his smiling face, always have a kind of uneasy feeling, she nervously hugged his neck, hehe dry smile, "no, no, I think I already know the answer."

"But..." his face suddenly changed, and his pretty face even showed the expression of grievance like "children didn't get candy". His thin lips turned and his tone was very bleak. "You doubt my sincerity and don't trust my feelings. I'm very sad..."

Oh, God, don't look like that. It's a foul!

His pitiful appearance reminds her of his head injury and his simple intelligence as a child. She can't help but feel sorry for him and want to take good care of him

Stop! Stop! What pity did he have? He just showed this expression on purpose to win her sympathy! Oh, this black bellied bad guy!

However, knowing that he was intentional, she could not help but want to treat him gently

Mo Ling wept silently in her heart and felt that she was really planted in his hands.

She held his face in both hands and said seriously, "I don't doubt your sincerity or distrust you. I'm just a little worried. I apologize for the question I just asked."

After taking a bath, Mo Ling comes out and sees mu Chenhan sitting on the sofa with a tablet computer in his hand. His eyes droop slightly and his expression is dignified. He seems to be dealing with business.

Instead of bothering him, she sat on the couch in the distance and wiped her wet hair with a towel.

Mu Chen Han finished his business, turned off his tablet, looked up and found that Mo Ling had already taken a bath. She was sitting far away from him, wiping her long hair with a towel.

He put the tablet aside, got up, picked up the hair dryer, sat down beside her, combed her hair with his fingers, and dried it with the hair dryer.

The warm wind with moderate temperature is blowing on her head slowly, and his slender fingers are shuttling between her hair, which brings a kind of crispy feeling. Maureen is like a lazy kitten, leaning in his arms and enjoying his intimate service.

When her hair was half dry, mu Chenhan put down the hair dryer, picked up the comb, gently combed her long hair, and said with a smile, "I just ordered the ticket for tomorrow afternoon. If you don't want to Miss Gu Xiaoqiao, you can still ask her to meet tomorrow morning to say goodbye."

He pause for a moment, added, "Lin Lanyao even, before he forget you, you don't meet him."

Mo Ling turned to see him and couldn't help laughing, "are you jealous?"