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

  Mo Yanchen is like a child who has fallen out of favor, looking for the feeling of maternal love in her arms.

   "Mom."

  Shen Cheng quietly lowered her head, looked at the tired look on his Jun's face, and gently stroked his outline with her fingertips. At this moment, she realized that he did not seem to be as strong as usual.

  A person pretending to be strong is to hide his vulnerability.

   "Pop." At this moment, a small photo album fell from him.

  She stretched out her hand to open it, and saw that there was a photo of him when she was young. A young woman in a white cheongsam was next to her. Her face was smiling, and the deep dimples burned on both sides of her cheeks, making her much sweeter.

"It turns out that she is your mother?" She stroked her fingertips and flipped through other photos. From the time he was six years old, they were all photos of herself, standing in the same place every year, making the same gesture. As he grows older, he laughs less and less.

   "Uncle, don't be afraid, with me, I will always be with you." She lowered her head and hugged him tightly. He is not a goddess, but a person who lacks love.

  Like her, when she was young, her parents passed away and she was fostered in someone else’s house. She looked at her ugly face and got used to sarcasm.

  It seems that she is no different from him!

  Early in the morning, Mo Yanchen moved his body, and his small orange face was reflected in his eyelids. He stood up, only to find that she was holding him leaning on the sofa and slept all night!

   "Damn it." He is used to drinking on this day of the year. He must have been exhausted last night, right?

  Looking at her haggard face, he picked her up and walked back to the room, because she slept too hard, she didn't wake up until he left.

  Wu Hao and Mo Wen have been waiting downstairs for a long time. When they saw Mo Yanchen, they stood up respectfully.

   "Brother Chen."

   "Head."

  Mo Yanchen walked to the sofa and sat down, stretched out his hand and twisted his eyebrows slightly: "Why are you here today?"

   "Brother Chen, look at the news." Wu Hao took the Ipad and handed it forward.

  Mo Yanchen reached out and brushed it, and found that the screen was full of photos of Shen Chengjing and Ou Yibei. He frowned and looked at more than a dozen photos in total.

   "Think of a way, delete them all, and find out who secretly filmed them." He threw the Ipad aside and said in a deep voice.

  Wu Hao and Mo Wen looked at each other, and finally Mo Wen said: "Chief, if the wife is ambiguous outside, then this matter can't be forgotten."

   "She is not that kind of person." Mo Yanchen smiled at the corner of his mouth, and the frowning eyebrows were relieved.

"From this perspective, those possibilities have been ruled out." Mo Yanchen took the Ipad and threw it in front of Mo Wen: "I am doubting your professional problems. Recently, there are some things in the UK. It seems that you need to go over and exercise again. ."

  Mo Wen's face changed slightly, and he immediately stood up: "Chief, the subordinates know that they are wrong, and shouldn't doubt the madam. I will find out the source of this photo as soon as possible, and make the madam fair."

   "Go ahead."

  After Wu Hao watched Mo Wen leave, he thought of another thing: "Brother Chen, Mo Yongqiang has been trying to contact the Mo Family recently. Do you want to give him some sweetness?"

   "Sheng do a good deed?" Mo Yanchen didn't need to say, he knew that this matter was related to Wang Shenghao.

"Yes."

   "Since he is so eager to find the door, then after a while, send him a big gift." Mo Yanchen was not in a hurry to kill him.

  Hearing these words, Wu Hao's scalp was numb, and the omen before the storm was always so calm.