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

  Mo Yanchen got up, walked aside, lit a cigar, and took a hard sip.

  "Send me a copy of Commander Jiang’s daughter’s capital."

   "Yes." Mo Wen answered, his body flashed lightly, and he disappeared in the study soon.

  He was the only one left in the quiet study room. He looked out the window thoughtfully, "You really do it this way?"

  In the room, Chen Cheng quietly pursed her lips, rubbing her faintly aching legs, while continuing to call.

  "What? You were peeked in the bath? It wasn't the male **** who did it?" Liu Sijie was gloating, how could he look worried.

   "No." She felt that the atmosphere of the conspiracy became stronger, and she didn't know who Mo Yanchen had offended.

  The first time I met him, to the shooting that happened last night, it was so mysterious that she had to think about it.

  "Tsk, do you know how to speak for him now?"

   "The man you talked about today, be careful when you see it in the future. This circle is too complicated." She was a little worried. The pervert mentioned by Liu Sijie reminded her of the unspoken rules.

  Liu Sijie listened, and couldn't help telling her about kicking the car. They talked for more than ten minutes before hanging up the phone.

  "Does it still hurt?" Mo Yanchen returned to the bedroom for some unknown time.

  His tall body squatted down, his fingertips expertly rubbed her red and swollen areas, and looked at her wound distressedly: "This time, I was too careless."

   "In fact, it is not. Who will be at home and be vigilant every day?" It is better to worry about him more than afraid.

   "Speak out if you are afraid, you are a girl, you don't have to hold back anything." He gently brought Shen Chengjing into his arms, and said to himself.

  The tough lines on the face are softer unconsciously.

   "Okay." She stretched out her hand and pulled his big palm, her fingertips stroked back and forth on his rough big palm, her small face resting on his side.

  Too safe in his arms, touching and touching, she soon fell asleep, but her little hand held his clothes tightly.

  The next day, early in the morning, Shen Chengjing woke up early, only to find that Mo Yanchen had returned from outside, with dew on his clothes.

   "Uncle, let's go." She wore a white skirt, white canvas shoes, and a waist-cut coat, making her look more youthful and energetic.

  Moqiu's medicine is very effective. When I woke up in the morning, the redness and swelling had disappeared in half. Although walking was a little uncomfortable, the pain was gone.

   "Okay." Seeing her mysterious appearance, he was also curious as to where she was going to take him.

  Mo Yanchen drove a Mercedes-Benz and traveled with her low-key. An hour later, following the navigation route, he came to the "Ping'an Temple" in the western suburbs.

  Ping'an Temple is dominated by ancient fragrances and antiques. The only special feature is that it is surrounded by plum blossoms. In winter, the plum blossoms have bloomed buds, adding a mysterious and high-cold aura to Ping'an Temple.

"Uncle, today is the first year of the new year. I heard that those who come here to ask for good will come here. When I was young, my mother brought me here, and she asked me for a peaceful talisman." She muttered a word, But the look in her eyes was suddenly dark, so she has been safe and has lived till now.

  Mo Yanchen stretched out his hand and held her hand tightly, as if she didn't say it, he also knew what she wanted to say next.

   "Uncle, you wait." She ran very fast, got into the crowd and lined up for a sign, and then asked for a sign.

  Mo Yanchen stood outside, watching her petite figure kneeling there seriously, sincerely, the corner of his mouth raised a smile unknowingly, he has always believed in neither gods nor evil, but only himself.

Jiang Yuanyuan stood in front of the gate of Ping'an Temple, her delicate face filled with curiosity, and her phoenix eyes stared at Mo Yanchen blankly. He was wearing black casual clothes and a black coat, but Unable to conceal his domineering nature, her eyes were attracted unknowingly.

   "Go and check who he is." She whispered to the bodyguard beside her.