Young Master Mo has a long way to pursue his wife

Chapter 725 President Mo, open your mouth, ah...

Yan Xinxin pursed her lips and nodded.

"When I knew you were the man five years ago, I was in pain at that moment. Later, the baby was gone, and I couldn't pass this level psychologically, so I went to Mu's house."

She explained softly, and he was in her ears, only feeling distressed and self-blame.

"I was very out of control. Every word my brother said revealed his deep disgust for me. I had a miscarriage. He was still laughing. I deserved it. I couldn't stand the stimulation and picked up the fruit knife. At that moment I really I really wanted to kill him to avenge my baby, but fortunately, Dad stopped me."

As Yan Xinxin said, she hung her head in depression and leaned on Mo Chuxi's shoulder.

"Xi, I really want to remember, remember that my brother loves me very much, and my mother loves me very much. That kind of love can make me let go of my grudges against them."

"Honey, you're not wrong."

Mo Chuxi raised his hand and stroked her long hair to comfort her.

"Mu Shaoqian is a mentally handicapped person with no brains or thoughts. Even if you are just an ordinary person, not only does he cause you a miscarriage, but he doesn't feel any guilt and even gloats. This is not the reaction a normal person should have."

"It's the same with your mother, they have no right to hurt my little heart."

Obviously knew that he was comforting.

But when he heard him call her "be careful", Yan Xinxin couldn't help but smile.

She raised her head and smiled at him.

"Then, I want to thank my little Xixi for loving me so much and comforting me."

"If you really want to thank me, then..."

As he spoke, he raised his long eyes towards the bedroom on the right.

"How? A quick fix?"

"No, I'm hungry and want to eat."

Yan Xinxin refused without any room for negotiation, and then opened the food box on the desk.

"President Mo, these are afternoon tea snacks specially prepared by your wife Xiaoyan last night. You have to eat them all. If you don't finish them, your wife Xiaoyan will lose her temper."

"..."

Yan Xinxin picked up a piece of salmon sushi with small chopsticks and brought it to Mo Chuxi's mouth.

"President Mo, open your mouth, ah..."

"what……"

Although he felt childish, Mo Chuxi still cooperated with a smile.

Clothing department on the 20th floor.

Mo Qingning happily walked out of the department with the lunch box in her arms to take the elevator.

She insisted on learning how to make sushi with Yan Xinxin last night, and today she specially brought a large box.

Seeing her leaving happily, several gossiping female colleagues in the department started chattering.

"You didn't even graduate from university, yet you actually got an internship at Dijue." Girl A said dissatisfiedly, biting a chicken nugget.

"Look at her, she has no intention of going to work at all! How could Manager An recruit such a person!"

Girl B, who was sipping milk tea, wondered.

Girl C next to her suddenly jumped up.

"I heard that she came in through connections!"

"I guessed it a long time ago! Otherwise, why would you recruit a little girl who didn't graduate?"

"You women, you are not little girls yourself, and you just graduated in June this year!"

A male colleague came over and said something for Mo Qingning.

"Cut! How are we like her! We graduated and came in on our own!"

The three girls retorted almost in unison.

The male colleague shrugged helplessly.

Oh, woman.

He couldn't understand women, especially these three young girls who had just graduated from probationary period.

The elevator quickly reached the 16st floor.

The moment the door opened, Mo Qingning walked out happily, feeling a familiar figure passing by her.

She turned around quickly, and saw Xiao Yize's handsome and elegant face.

Is he going to take the elevator down?
Thinking of this, Mo Qingning hurriedly turned around, seeing that the elevator door was about to close, she hurriedly stretched out her hand.

"Hey! Wait! Ah!"

"careful!"

"Clap!"

(End of this chapter)