Hubby, Please Spare Me

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In the afternoon, at four o'clock, Shen Mochen took Shui Miaomiao and Yan Yan to the villa on the outskirts.

Shui Miaomiao sweated nervously in the palm of her hand, and in her heart, it seemed like something was being lost. She wanted to catch it, but she couldn’t catch it anymore, so she felt a bit astringent.

She looked at Yan Yan.

Yan Yan is laid-back, lying cross-legged on the chair, his calf shaking, playing with his hands, dancing the hand-dancing just learned, unfettered, without trouble.

Childhood is the happiest time.

Shui Miaomiao opened her eyes, and she wanted to return to her childhood.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the door of Grandpa Shen’s villa. Grandpa Shen smiled and greeted him at the door. Behind him stood the lawyer of Shen’s with a portfolio in his hand.

Shui Miaomiao took Yan Yan's hand, held it in his hand, tightened it, twisted his eyebrow, and pushed the door open.

"Grandpa." Shen Mochen shouted.

Yan Yan looked over his head and looked at his dad grinningly, and asked, "Are you calling me?"

Shen Mochen: "..."

How did he feel that Yan Yan took the advantage?

Shen Mochen smiled evilly, stretched his hand on Yan Yan's shoulder, and pulled him to his side, "Do you want me to change you to the name of a historical celebrity?"

"I don't want to." Yan Yan was alert and answered without thinking.

"That historical celebrity is a famous military strategist, and his writings are not only well-known in China, but also very popular abroad. When you were in the United States, you should have heard it." Shen Mochen said with guidance.

"It's so powerful, is it big hair?" Yan Yan asked curiously.

"Moreover, this name echoes with me far away, and you always like to say it." Shen Mochen lifted Yan Yan's appetite.

"Hurry up, hurry up, what is the name, this is great." Yan Yan urged.

"My son, your grandson." Shen Mochen said with a smile.

Yan Yan stopped and stared at Shen Mochen.

rub.

"The Art of War"

Water grandson?

by.

Yan Yan was not calm, turned back, looked at Shui Miaomiao, and asked, "Ma'am, can you rest him? I'm injured and esteemed."

Shui Miaomiao twitched her lips, but she thought, but did she have this right?

If Shen Mochen was put in the harem like this, he would have been killed on the first day, he was too bad.

"It's just a habit. Lao Tzu started with his grandson. You have plenty of room for development." Shui Miao Miao politely said.

Yan Yan glanced at Shui Miaomiao and murmured, "This parallel."

Shui Miaomiao sighed, she seemed to be at the bottom.

Shen Mochen reached out and took Shui Miaomiao's waist, pulled her into her arms, and gave her a soft look.

The sun has reached the west, and the figures of three people have been elongated, and the shadows overlap, like a warm family.

family?

Shui Miaomiao's heart trembled, and she looked at Shen Mochen.

He evoked a smile of evil spirits, "The name of parallel imports is quite good, Yan Yan has more connotation than you."

Shui Miaomiao raised her eyebrows, arched Shen Mochen's waist with her elbows, and said, "Can I take you away?"

Shen Mochen was not angry at all, and put her in her arms again, and said with certainty: "Of course not."

"Yanyan, come here quickly." Master Shen shouted.

In Yan Yan's eyes, a shining face, relying on parallel imports, could no longer win. She ran to Mr. Shen and said pitifully, "Your grandson bullied me."

Grandpa Shen smiled hahaha.

Yan Yan looked at Mr. Shen dumbfounded, "Are you showing the wrong expression?"