Chapter 3462
"Since old Ouyang is in city a, I intend to cooperate with him, so I should go to city a again." Gong said that when he went out, the servants carried all the luggage away.
Gong Ze is standing there. He hasn't responded yet!
"Young master, it's time to go! The master is waiting At this time, a servant came back, urging him.
Miyazawa, look at him! Looking out again, I saw that the luxury car outside was stopping. The window came down. Mr. Gong stared at him and then raised it.
"I'm going." Miyazawa is a little excited.
Although in the past, the palace and Mohism were enemies! But later, something happened. He had friends with the people around Mo Yanchen. Miyazawa was nostalgic.
After Gong Ze got on the bus, Gong Lao and the old housekeeper were chatting!
He drove from City C to city a, because city C was snowing, sleet and slippery, and almost crashed on the road. Fortunately, gongze was good at driving, so he avoided the disaster.
City a, new year's day.
The whole city, it seems that the moment from winter into spring, roadside trees, hung red lanterns, surrounded by many neon lights! The ground is swept clean. At night, the lights are flashing here. The red lanterns, like landing on the earth suddenly, give a lot of surprises.
"Well." Mo Qingcheng is a little afraid of the dark and holds Mo Qiu's neck.
Don't ask to see, he stretched out his hand to pull her small hand, and said: "look, how beautiful? When you grow up, uncle will make you a lantern town
At this time, Mo Wen drove back, closed the door, and came this way.
Hearing the footsteps, she slowly raised her head. When she saw Mo Wen, she blushed with excitement.
"Uncle, uncle." Her tender voice, like meeting the person she likes, struggles to rush forward! Even Mo Qiu couldn't control her.
"Come on, uncle, hold one." Mo asked, and he reached out and held Mo Qingcheng in his arms.
Mo Qingcheng is happy, playing in his arms!
"Damn, don't ask. What do you mean? As for a child, do you use man's charm? " Don't refuse. Why does Mo Qingcheng like to pester Mo?
He is no worse than Mo Wen! Why doesn't she love herself?
"Orange, look here." At this time, anluoqi came carefully, holding the ice sugar gourd to the front.
She was quickly attracted by this string of things, reaching for it, but retracting her hand! Looking at Mo Wen, Mo Wen nodded slightly, then she took it.
"Say thank you."
"Thank you, thank you." She listened to these strange but familiar words, but could not bite!
Mo Qiu touched his nose and looked at the two men: "forget it, I'll find brother Chen!"
It's very lively tonight. All the Mohists are here. When Lin Qinghui's son sees Mo Yanchen, he is not afraid of life, but also wants him to hold him!
"Uncle." Shen Chengjing approached and said in a low voice, "there is a little difference between you and your brother at this age."
Mo Yanchen listened, his silent black eyes swept her!
Shen Chengjing has an ominous premonition. She stands up quickly, but is pulled by him.
"Uncle, let go."
"How much difference do oranges think?" Mo Yanchen asked.
"Not much." Shen Chengjing quickly denies, afraid of his way.
"Not much? Are you sure? " Mo Yanchen obviously didn't believe it. He lowered his head and put his mouth to her ear and said in a low voice, "oranges always feel very big..."
"Mo Yanchen." Shen Chengjing listened, blushing, struggling to open his wrist and trotting away.
Gong Ze is standing there. He hasn't responded yet!
"Young master, it's time to go! The master is waiting At this time, a servant came back, urging him.
Miyazawa, look at him! Looking out again, I saw that the luxury car outside was stopping. The window came down. Mr. Gong stared at him and then raised it.
"I'm going." Miyazawa is a little excited.
Although in the past, the palace and Mohism were enemies! But later, something happened. He had friends with the people around Mo Yanchen. Miyazawa was nostalgic.
After Gong Ze got on the bus, Gong Lao and the old housekeeper were chatting!
He drove from City C to city a, because city C was snowing, sleet and slippery, and almost crashed on the road. Fortunately, gongze was good at driving, so he avoided the disaster.
City a, new year's day.
The whole city, it seems that the moment from winter into spring, roadside trees, hung red lanterns, surrounded by many neon lights! The ground is swept clean. At night, the lights are flashing here. The red lanterns, like landing on the earth suddenly, give a lot of surprises.
"Well." Mo Qingcheng is a little afraid of the dark and holds Mo Qiu's neck.
Don't ask to see, he stretched out his hand to pull her small hand, and said: "look, how beautiful? When you grow up, uncle will make you a lantern town
At this time, Mo Wen drove back, closed the door, and came this way.
Hearing the footsteps, she slowly raised her head. When she saw Mo Wen, she blushed with excitement.
"Uncle, uncle." Her tender voice, like meeting the person she likes, struggles to rush forward! Even Mo Qiu couldn't control her.
"Come on, uncle, hold one." Mo asked, and he reached out and held Mo Qingcheng in his arms.
Mo Qingcheng is happy, playing in his arms!
"Damn, don't ask. What do you mean? As for a child, do you use man's charm? " Don't refuse. Why does Mo Qingcheng like to pester Mo?
He is no worse than Mo Wen! Why doesn't she love herself?
"Orange, look here." At this time, anluoqi came carefully, holding the ice sugar gourd to the front.
She was quickly attracted by this string of things, reaching for it, but retracting her hand! Looking at Mo Wen, Mo Wen nodded slightly, then she took it.
"Say thank you."
"Thank you, thank you." She listened to these strange but familiar words, but could not bite!
Mo Qiu touched his nose and looked at the two men: "forget it, I'll find brother Chen!"
It's very lively tonight. All the Mohists are here. When Lin Qinghui's son sees Mo Yanchen, he is not afraid of life, but also wants him to hold him!
"Uncle." Shen Chengjing approached and said in a low voice, "there is a little difference between you and your brother at this age."
Mo Yanchen listened, his silent black eyes swept her!
Shen Chengjing has an ominous premonition. She stands up quickly, but is pulled by him.
"Uncle, let go."
"How much difference do oranges think?" Mo Yanchen asked.
"Not much." Shen Chengjing quickly denies, afraid of his way.
"Not much? Are you sure? " Mo Yanchen obviously didn't believe it. He lowered his head and put his mouth to her ear and said in a low voice, "oranges always feel very big..."
"Mo Yanchen." Shen Chengjing listened, blushing, struggling to open his wrist and trotting away.