Chapter 442

On the balcony, Zhou Yuncheng stood there, straightened his clothes and looked up at the setting sun. He was cynical just now, but his face was deep.

"Hello, it's me." He took out his cell phone and made a call.

After watching Jiang Yuanyuan leave, he left towards the back door while talking on the phone.

Shen Cheng sits in the luxury Land Rover, but Mo Yanchen is silent. She reaches out her hand and pokes him in the arm: "uncle."

The man did not answer.

"Uncle." She whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder, holding his big hand and playing with him: "Mr. Mo, are you angry?"

Mo Yanchen heard, leisurely shut his eyes, reached out to her arms, said in a deep voice: "in the future, do not eavesdrop on others, you can only see me."

"Poof." She thought he was angry. It was her fault to peep at Zhou Yuncheng?

In fact, she was just curious. After all, what sparks would Jiang Yuanyuan and Zhou Yuncheng have? She was so curious.

What happened in the bar that day surprised her a lot.

"Well, I'll only look at the great Mr. Mo's, and then look at other men. I'll be blind." She said with a smile, a man's big palm extended to her mouth, directly covered her not to say.

Along the way, a Ze drove to Mo's house, then answered a phone call.

"Brother Chen, please come back." Ah Ze said in a deep voice.

"Well." A man is very calm. He seems to know that Mo Qiu will come back to China recently. In fact, with Mo Qiu's ability, he is very handy in dealing with these things.

The people around him and their abilities don't need him to worry about, so don't ask for them to come back, which also means that everything has been solved.

Under the setting sun, Mo's house feels as if it had gone through the ancient times. She walked in with him, and housekeeper Zhou was waiting outside early.

"Three little, little madam, you can come back, the old lady is waiting." Housekeeper Zhou came up and said.

"Hard work, uncle Zhou." Mo Yanchen whispered and handed the gift to him.

Housekeeper Zhou took over and led them to the house.

"Chen Jing, san'er, are you back? Come on, come on in Ye Feng listens to the footsteps and comes out in a hurry! Although 70 years old, but the body is strong, the pace is very fast.

She came forward and took Shen Chengjing's hand. Her eyes, not to mention how happy she was.

"Grandma."

"Oh, dear." Ye Feng said, but also reluctant to let her go, directly led her back, Lin Qinghui also gathered over, the three women directly private chat.

Mo Yan seldom sits in the hall and looks at the newspaper. When he comes back, he goes to the study to practice his management. He doesn't care about young people's affairs. It's rare for him to sit in the hall today.

"Cough." Mo Yan stretched out his hand and put it on his mouth, coughing softly.

Shen Chengjing listened and then regained his consciousness. Seeing him in the hall, he was also startled. Because she came back to the old house so many times, every time it was time for dinner, he came down from upstairs.

"Hello, Grandpa."

"Well!" Mo Yan listened to her greeting, and his face softened a little, so he took the tea and sipped: "back?"

Shen Chengjing looked at him, nervous almost tense.

"Yes, grandfather, you don't practice calligraphy today?" She asked softly, holding her little hands together nervously.

"Are you interested?" Mo Yan seldom opens the golden mouth. All the people who are still talking just now shut up and dare not speak. In the hall, it is quiet for a moment.