The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

She is actually not a lot of people. At least, Mo Yan grew up with her, and she hasn't seen her so eager to talk about something.

"What's the plan for the lady?" Mo Yan's lips smudged down, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

"This is also used to ask? The assets under the name of Qing Muchen, from the moment I received the certificate, I already have half of me. My own assets, I understand it well earlier? When is it that he really happened, lead When such an asset goes back, do you say that Dad will thank me?"

There was always a bodyguard outside the door. She seemed to have no cover, and the voice was not even depressed. She even deliberately raised her points.

"Miss does not have to entangle this problem, the assets of the Qing family are not lost to our home, rest assured." Mo Yan stood next to him, with a faint smile on his lips.

"That's good, it's not early, go back! I don't care!" Moxier turned and turned to the side of the wooden table.

When Momo walked to the door and was ready to open the door, Moxier suddenly floated again. "Right, my stomach is a little hungry. The dinner prepared by Qing Muchen is not enough. I will help you to send me a little more!"

Ink, "..."

There are actually a lot of food on the table beside Moxier. At least, judging by her usual weight, it is definitely enough.

Mo Yan was a little speechless to her, but still said, "Okay."

Moxier sat down at the table and picked up a plate of West Point and ate it.

Momo opened the door and was about to go out. When the door was open, his eyes were cold and the man outside the room was hit.

The two men's eyes were on, one inside, one outside, a few seconds of confrontation, and the ink stunned for a few seconds, and the line of sight turned to the side of Moxier.

Moxier is self-satisfied with eating, lightly squinting, and is very focused on fighting with a set of mousse in his hand.

Her appetite seems to be very good, and her eyes have not lifted up from beginning to end.

"Cough!" Mo Yan lightly coughed.

Moxier ignored it and still ate his own.

"Cough!" Mo Yan coughed again.

"Go back and take some medicine." Moxi's head did not lift him back.

She seems to have caught a cold...

Ink, "..."

Ink snorted for a few seconds and raised the volume. "Mr. Qing, is the dinner party over?"

Moxier’s hand with a fork paused, but there was still too much to pay attention to.

"Well!" Qing Muchen fainted, his eyes swept coldly to the woman in the room.

Her figure is very slender, slender and even a little worried that her waist is unbearable.

However, the amount of food does not seem to be small.

This is the first time that Qing Muchen and her get along these days.

"You go out first!" Qing Muchen ordered a cold ink on his face, and his eyes didn't even stay on him. The long legs went to the room and the back door brought the door.

With a bang, the intensity seems to be not small.

The action of Moxier’s meal once again paused.

Lifting his face, his eyes greet his eyes, she seems to be somewhat dissatisfied with his behavior, "You are very noisy!"

"Is it?" Qing Muchen chilled his lips and slammed the door, and his eyes were cold. "I am sorry, Miss Mo may have to get used to it later."

"I am ready." Moxier did not seem to be annoyed by his words. He returned to him with a light sigh, and hang his head and continue to use his own meal.