President Daddy is super strong

Spacious black Maybach interior.

Soothing piano music. It's floating.

Mo yanjue wears a simple Beige T-shirt with a high-level feeling. The bronze arms exposed in the air are all giving off an attractive smell. He holds the steering wheel and drives quietly and attentively.

But Lin Kexin sits in the copilot's seat, the corner of the mouth light hook smile.

"Mr. Mo likes this piece, too?"

This piece is a very famous piano master's piece. The melody is melodious and lingering, as if telling a romantic and beautiful story.

Lin Kexin likes this piece of music because she likes the author, and Mo yanjue's car even plays this kind of music, which surprises her and surprises her.

With her short observation, she thought that the music she liked was also sad for a cold man like him, but she didn't expect such a melodious atmosphere.

Focusing on driving, Mo yanjue glanced at Lin Kexin lightly and answered: "it's OK."

Listen to his concise response, Lin Kexin eyebrows jump, also began to laugh without words.

This kind of thing was originally very awkward, plus each other didn't mean that, it was even more awkward.

"Mr. Mo, just put it down at the front crossing." Lin Kexin looks at the traffic light in front of him, saying softly.

"Miss Lin is welcome. It's my duty to send you to your destination." In order to be polite and safe for girls, he should send people home safely.

Lin Kexin is slightly stunned. He glances at the people beside him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth is deeper.

……

In Linhai manor.

After lunch, I couldn't see anyone. Muqiqi began to be absent-minded.

Even the little guy who sat on the crawling mat and put up the puzzle didn't even hear her.

"Mommy, Mommy!" The little guy can't help standing up from the mat, jumping into the sofa and shaking her arm.

The wandering Muqiqi just came back to her mind, with a blank expression, looking at her silly little guy.

"Why didn't star baby play?"

The little guy stared at her and smiled, "does Mommy Miss daddy again?"

Muqiqi's cheeks are slightly red. "What are you talking about all day, little guy? Go on with the puzzle. "

"I don't have any nonsense. Yesterday, mummy thought of daddy and wrote many of his names..." Little guy, tell the truth.

"No!" Mu Qiqi is embarrassed, blushing and thick neck begins to explain.

"Come with me, Mommy!"

The little guy slipped into his study this morning and saw the painting with daddy's name on the wall.

At the moment, he wants to take mommy to have a look and see how she can argue in front of the facts..

Muqiqiyi was pulled up from the sofa by the little guy, who followed him up the stairs.

At the moment when Mo yanjue's study was pushed away, she was still exhorting, "isn't it good for us to enter dad's study without permission?"

But when the little guy pointed to the wall with a gloating expression, "Mommy, look!"

Mu Qiqi looks at the past along the direction pointed by the little guy's little fleshy hand, and his eyes widen instantly.

This This

She had been kneaded and thrown into the dustbin. How could she appear in his study now and be mounted on the wall?

It made him feel strange.

Looking at the expression of Mu Qiqi's big eyes, the little guy smiled a little smugly, "well, the evidence is here. Doesn't Mommy admit it?"