Spoiled Wife: Are You Good or Bad, Young Master Ji?

Zhang Mo'er patted the little guy's head, thoughtful, even if Qian Zifeng was a man who beat her to death, she would not believe that Qian Zifeng would change his ways.

But if grandpa sees her alone, there must be a reason for seeing him alone. She doesn't need to think too much, after all, grandpa won't harm her.

Zhang Mo'er didn't take this matter seriously, and went to play games with the little guy.

"Mo'er, didn't Uncle Shen promise to come over today? Why hasn't he come yet?"

The little guy propped his chin and thought about whether Qian Zifeng should be handed over to Shen Rongche.

After all, his people are not here, so it is not easy to start.

What's more, this Qian Zifeng looks so stupid, he is still qualified to let him take action.

How could Zhang Mo'er know the smallness in the little guy's heart, but patiently explained: "He has to go to work during the day and come here in the afternoon."

"But it's too late in the afternoon..."

The little guy whispered.

"What are you muttering all by yourself?"

Zhang Mo'er pinched the little guy's face and smiled.

The little guy waved his hand, "I just miss Uncle Shen."

Zhang Mo'er raised her eyebrows, and the little guy actually said that he wanted Shen Rongche, was there a mistake?

She doesn't think that the relationship between the big and the young is so good, this little guy is a ghost, sometimes he really can't figure out what is going on in this little head.

After a while, Qian Zifeng came out with a smile, but Zhang Beicheng had a serious expression, unable to tell whether it was sadness or joy.

"grandfather."

Zhang Mo'er picked up the little guy and walked to Zhang Beicheng.

Zhang Beicheng with a cold face only relaxed a little when he saw Zhang Mo'er and the little guy.

Then he raised a smile, "What were you playing just now?"

The little guy sent his Iron Man into Zhang Beicheng's arms, "This is it!"

Zhang Beicheng happily took Iron Man and looked at it, feeling that he really couldn't appreciate it.

But if the little guy likes it, prepare a few more gadgets like this for him then.

"Well, then, Grandpa Zhang will play with you too, okay?"

The little guy shook his head, "Grandpa Zhang didn't like it when he saw it, and I didn't like it either. I was playing with Mo'er."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Mo'er and Zhang Beicheng both burst into laughter.

Qian Zifeng also laughed, Zhang Mo'er's smiling face made his heart itch.

He must get this woman again!
It's just that when Zhang Mo'er saw Qian Zifeng, she turned her face away, not wanting to see him.

Qian Zifeng was about to go up to talk to Zhang Mo'er, but Zhang Beicheng stopped him.

"Master Qian, you can go."

Qian Zifeng stood there in embarrassment. Didn't he agree to help him just now? Why is his attitude still so bad now?

"I want to say a few words to Mo'er, Grandpa Zhang, please allow me."

Before Qian Zifeng finished speaking, Zhang Mo'er refused, "Sorry, I have nothing to say to you, I welcome you to bring Grandpa Qian's belongings to visit Grandpa today, but there is no need to say anything else. "

Zhang Beicheng nodded, "Mo'er is right, you have nothing to say, you should leave quickly, if you have nothing to do in the future, don't come here, no matter what I promised you just now, you are not welcome here from the beginning to the end. "

Qian Zifeng rubbed his nose and continued to say cheekily, "I know Grandpa Zhang and Mo'er can't forgive me right away. I will try my best and show you with actions. Please allow me to make up for my mistakes."

Zhang Mo'er sneered in her heart, why didn't she realize that it was a pity that Qian Zifeng didn't become an actor.

"Mo'er, I really have a few words to tell you, can you give me a few minutes, no, just one minute, please just one minute!"

Zhang Mo'er glanced at Qian Zifeng, then at Zhang Beicheng.

Zhang Beicheng had no intention of stopping her.

She suddenly wanted to hear what Qian Zifeng could say.

"OK then."

The little guy curled his lips and glared at Qian Zifeng again. He hates this kind of man who always wants to eat soft food!
Zhang Mo'er put the little guy on the ground, and the little guy ran away with short legs.

Pick up the phone and call Shen Rongche.

Miraculously, the other side answered with almost no hesitation.

"what's up?"

Shen Rongche's usual indifferent voice came.

The little guy muttered, "A man named Qian Zifeng came to our door today. He looks really annoying. He is probably your rival in love."

"It's true that he looks annoying. He's still qualified to be my rival in love."

Shen Rongche said lightly, as if he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

However, someone has already crumpled the documents on the side.

Qian Zifeng, a man, dared to dance in front of Zhang Mo'er.

Just looking for death!
"I've already delivered the words, so I don't care. Anyway, Mo'er has no shortage of people to chase after, so you can figure it out yourself!"

After speaking, the little guy Liu hung up the phone.

Zhang Mo'er had a cold face, not even looking at Qian Zifeng.

"What do you want to say, hurry up and say it now."

Qian Zifeng wanted to grab Zhang Moer's hand, but Zhang Moer threw it away.

"Speak as you speak, don't touch your hands!"

Qian Zifeng pretended to be disappointed and said, "Mo'er, I'm really sorry."

"Hehe, Qian Zifeng, is it still meaningful for you to say this now? It's been so long, and I don't want to be entangled with you anymore, understand?"

"Please don't appear in front of me again, we have no relationship for a long time!"

"Mo'er, you have changed a lot."

Qian Zifeng said this sincerely, Zhang Mo'er did become less and less familiar to him, and more and more attention-grabbing.

Zhang Mo'er, who was submissive in the past, seems to have long since ceased to exist.

Zhang Mo'er smiled gracefully, "Otherwise, do I still have to be a doormat and be bullied by you?"

"Mo'er, I was really wrong, can you forgive me?"

Zhang Mo'er sneered, "Qian Zifeng, you talk so much, and you come and go just these few words, do you think I'm sorry for not caring about you?"

"Mo'er!"

"Okay, 1 minute is up, let's go."

Zhang Mo'er left without looking back, Qian Zifeng could only leave with a face full of disappointment.

Seeing that Zhang Mo'er's expression was very bad, the little guy hurried to Zhang Mo'er's side and pulled Zhang Mo'er's clothes, "Mo'er, don't be sad, that bad guy uncle is really annoying, it makes Mo'er sad!"

Zhang Mo'er couldn't help but stood up, knelt down and pinched the little guy's face, "You little brat, you really can talk, who did you learn from, huh?"

The little guy smiled and said, "I'm telling the truth, so I don't need to learn from anyone."

"Okay, you little devil can talk, no one can talk to you, right?"

"Boom boom boom!"

While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door.

"Go open the door and see who it is?"

Zhang Mo'er led the little guy and walked over.