A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh’s Cute and Sweet Wife

  Shen Chengjing hasn't answered yet, Mo Yanchen followed closely behind her and answered for her.

   "We are married."

  At this time, the people who were drinking tea and talking stopped all their movements and couldn't believe their ears.

  At this time, I saw a woman in her 60s, wearing a black and red cheongsam, coming down from the stairs. Hearing these words, she stepped on the empty foot and almost fell off.

   "Grandma, be careful." Mo Yanchen stepped forward quickly, supporting her.

  Lin Qinghui held Shen Chengjing’s hand with a bit of force, and looked down at her stomach: “Could it be that there is one? Should you get in the train first and then make up the ticket? This ticket is well made up, well made up.”

   As she said, Shen Chengjing was so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole to go in.

   "San'er, are you really married?" Grandma Ye Feng couldn't believe it. She was so excited that she almost fainted. She was helped by Mo Yanchen and sat down on the pear chair.

  Housekeeper Zhou brought her a cup of ginseng tea, and she took a sip before returning to her senses.

   "Really?" Mo Yan asked in a deep voice, the old master of the Ye family, his deep and sharp eyes swept across the Shen Orange Jing, not expressing his attitude, his expression was indifferent.

"Ok."

   "Come up with me." Mo Yan got up and walked to the second floor alone. Mo Yanchen turned his head and glanced at Shen Chengjing, giving her a relieved look.

  Shen Chengjing was pulled to sit down, but Lin Qinghui still felt that she hadn't watched enough.

   "My little grandson." She stared at Shen Chengjing's belly, happy as she looked.

   "Mother, we are not ready yet."

  Ye Feng sat there, drinking ginseng tea, and beckoning: "Come here and sit next to grandma."

   "Yes, grandma." She cleverly stepped forward and sat beside her.

  Mo House is more active than expected, not as expected. Nothing compares to the Shen family. Every time the Shen family enters the door, there seems to be nothing else except the cold and irony.

   "Shen Chengjing? The daughter of the Shen family?" Ye Feng seemed to be very interested in her. Although she was old, she was very clear-headed. After reading countless people, she was naturally able to penetrate people's hearts.

   "More than ten years ago, my parents passed away, and I am no longer the daughter of the Shen family." She softly described that despite the past so many years, every time she talked about it, she felt regretful.

  Remote memories are always so unforgettable, so pure, so beautiful.

   "Shen? Could it be Shen's?" At this moment, the man sitting quietly while drinking tea, said in a deep voice.

  He is wearing a silver-gray suit, his face is as handsome as a sword carving, his manners are gentle and elegant, and his hearty voice is very comfortable to listen to. It's the opposite of Mo Yanchen's breath...

   "Yes." Shen Chengjing didn't expect that he would know. At this time, she knew that this should be the legendary Mohist school.

   "Who is Shen Zhicai?"

   "It's my uncle." She replied cautiously, very worried.

  Mo Yan has two sons, the eldest son Mo Chenghuan, and the second son Mo Qiyong. Both of them bear his heroic spirit, Mo Yanchen is the son of Mo Chenghuan, and this person Mo Sanmiao is the son of Mo Qieyong, and Mo Qieyong has another daughter who is studying abroad.

  Because Mo Sanmiao is older than Mo Yanchen, and Mo Yanchen once had an elder brother who died of illness at a young age, Mo Yanchen was called San'er precisely because he ranked third.

   "It seems that she is really the daughter of the Shen family, the real daughter." Mo Sanmiao said in a deep voice.

  Shen Zhicai inherited his brother’s family property to achieve today's achievements, but no one knew that there was still a quiet existence, which is really sad.

   "It looks like it has some background." Li Ruyan sat there, gently rubbing his fingers, and lazily raised his eyes to look at Shen Chengjing: "It can be matched with our Mo family, it seems that it is still far away."

   "I think it's pretty good." Lin Qinghui liked Shen Chengjing as she thought of it.

  And Shen Chengjing's heart was lifted up, she could hear that these people didn't seem to like her, or even approve of it. Obviously, she was just walking around, but it made her feel bored.