Chapter 429

Shen Chengjing vowed to keep a safe distance from Mr. Mo, at least three meters away. Her legs are not as long as him, she doesn't run as fast as him, her strength is not as strong as him, and her attitude is not as domineering as him. She suddenly found herself with him. She suffered too much.

How can it be like this? I know there are guests downstairs, and I have to launch an animal. Sex.

"Mo Yanchen, you and I will not stand each other." She said in a low voice, tied her long hair into a ponytail, threw the comb away and said angrily to him.

Mo Yanchen put on his shirt and buttoned in front of the mirror. After hearing this, he turned gracefully. Qingjun raised a smile on his face. Junmei picked it lightly and asked, "what did you just say?"

That deep and magnetic voice, asked elegantly, a pair of innocent appearance, people hate teeth itch.

"Nothing." She said wisely, took a thin coat, put it on, and dragged her tired body out.

Looking at her angry look, Mo Yanchen chuckles in a low voice. His silent eyes are still in favor. Looking at the shaking mobile phone, he walks over.

Downstairs, Lin Qinghui was busy classifying all the things she had sent last night. She also took the convenience paper and wrote how to use it and how to make it better. She pasted everything on it.

"Father, mother, good morning." She went downstairs and saw that Lin Qinghui was busy. Mo Chengwu was playing with the unknown potted plant. The picture was very warm.

"Awake? Grandma made breakfast and brought one for you. It's still hot and put on the table. " Lin Qinghui said to her without looking up.

"Good." She walked towards the restaurant. Isn't that a little bit? There are so many styles that you can open a teahouse.

As she ate, she watched Lin Qinghui busy.

"Mother, what are you doing?" She is carrying a basin of snacks to eat, while walking toward Lin Qinghui who is writing.

"These are all tonics. They need to be stewed in different ways. I'm afraid you'll have too much trouble. Just write them down. Then you just have to stew according to what I wrote." After Lin Qinghui finished writing, she kept on putting it on different varieties.

Mo Chengwu raised his eyes and looked at Shen Chengjing: "young man, I don't know how to maintain it. The flowers are dying."

As he spoke, Mo Yanchen descended from downstairs gracefully, lifting his slender legs lightly, and every step had rhythm! Slowly, he raised his sleeve gracefully, straightened it, looked at him and said, "maintenance is also what you old people want, young people, what maintenance do you want?"

"..." Shen Chengjing looked up at the man who didn't give face at all.

Mo Chengwu stood there, his lips moved. This is the first time that Mo Yanchen has directly answered him in so many years!

"Uncle, mother has brought you a lot of breakfast. Come and have a try." She quickly got up, carried the plate to the front, reached for his arm and pulled him into the dining room.

She put him in the position, moved the things: "eat quickly."

A man looked up at her: "want to block my husband's mouth? Well

She looked like she was seen through by him. She put the plate aside and sat down beside him: "uncle, actually he..."

"Have some milk." He took the milk and handed it to her, trying to block her mouth.

In fact, Mo Yanchen didn't know what she wanted to say? Looking up at the glass wall, I saw the man. Now I feel very happy, and the corners of my mouth are very high.

Last time he broke into Jiang's house and refused to marry him. Mo Yanchen knows it. Even if Mo Chengwu can't show up, he has a way to solve it. It's just that he