Doting on sweet wife for hundreds of millions of years

"Daddy, you are getting smarter and smarter, and you know how to use bitter tricks." Mo Bao lay on the head of the bed, stretching out his little hands to pinch Mo Yao's face lying on the bed from time to time, and let out a giggle.

"Go away." Mo Yu shook his face impatiently, for he, the boss of the Motian Group, was actually annoyed because that woman wronged him.

"Is it uncomfortable? Do you want to call the doctor? My son loves you so much." The little hand patted his face lightly.

"Heh, when did you start caring about Dad? Are you going to dig a hole again and wait for me to jump in?" He looked at him questioningly.

Mo Bao bared his white teeth and smiled, "Do you really miss your own son that much? I have always been on the united front with you, and I also work part-time as your undercover agent."

"Undercover?" Mo Yi cast a disdainful look, "I can't see that when you deal with Dad, you are full of cruelty and merciless, without any intelligence, which makes me always unable to hold my head up in front of your mommy."

"Oh, don't you have to gain the trust of others first? Only by gaining the trust of Mommy can I serve you better."

"Okay, then you will keep an eye on this Yinglian for me, and report to me at any time if there is any situation."

"No problem." Mo Bao's small hand was round, indicating OK.

Just as he was talking, as soon as the door of the room opened, Chu Kexin walked in, sat down on the edge of the bed as soon as he turned around, and asked concerned, "How is it? Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to call the doctor to see?"

"No need, it'll be fine after a while." Having said that, the painful expression on Mo Yu's face became more serious.

"You are so stupid, you eat so much knowing that your stomach is not good, just make sense." Chu Kexin complained distressedly.

"Who is your sister? If I don't show face, you will have trouble with me again. I'm sick and I don't want you to be unhappy." Mo Yu touched his stomach.

"You didn't eat anything just now, I asked someone to bring you a cup of milk." When Chu Kexin got up to leave, Mo Yu grabbed her hand and sat back on the edge of the bed.

"She hasn't left yet?" Mo Yu glanced out.

"I'll keep her for a night, you won't object, will you?"

"Is the objection effective? Do I still have the ability to object?" Mo Yu looked extremely reluctant.

"Look at your bitter face, it's more bitter than bitter gourd."

"Are you going to sleep with her again?" Mo Yu protested.

Chu Kexin smiled, "No, I've already had someone clean up the guest room for her to live in, but I still have some work to discuss with her, so I won't be able to come over to accompany you and my son after a while."

"Daddy." Mo Bao lay on Mo Yu's body and howled dryly, "Your life is so miserable, it has become like this, and there is no one to accompany you."

"Hey." Mo Yao pushed him with his hands, "Are you complaining about Daddy's injustice, or warming up for Daddy's death?"

"My good intentions are not rewarded, so I cried for nothing." Mo Bao straightened up and turned to look at Chu Kexin.

Chu Kexin shook her head helplessly, got up and walked out.

"Look, the two of us are no better than Yinglian. If you don't let your mommy alienate her, our father and son will have a hard time."

Mo Bao nodded repeatedly, "Daddy, Christmas will be soon, do you have any presents?"

"It depends on your performance." Mo Yu gave him a cold look.

"Ah! Ah!" Mo Bao slid from the bed to the floor, and suddenly raised a hand, "Down with Mo Yu, cast aside darkness and turn to light." After shouting, he turned around and ran out.

"Stinky boy." Mo Xuan cursed bitterly.

As soon as Chu Kexin returned to the room, Yinglian said that she received a call from a friend. She was broken in love, and she was drinking at the bar to relieve her worries. she.

Yinglian pretended to get off the car at the entrance of the bar and walked in quickly. As soon as the driver drove the car away, she walked out of the bar, uttered a cold snort to the car that had already merged into the night, turned around and returned to the bar.

The light in the bar was dim and flickering, and the backs of the people sitting in front of the bar could be seen from a distance.

"Mr. Qin, is there anything you can tell me to come here so late?" Yinglian put away her previous frivolity and said seriously.

Together with the quiet turn of the chair, under the dim light, Qin Lang's rather handsome face had a faint but appreciative smile on his lips.

"Sit." Qin Lang's lips, which were soaked in wine, moved slightly.

Yinglian sat down on the chair next to her, and Qin Lang signaled the bartender to give her a glass of wine.

"Mr. Qin, where's your wife?" Yinglian looked around to find Le Nier's figure, she knew very well in her heart, since Qin Lang asked her to come, why would she be with his wife?

"Why, you don't want to be alone with me?" Qin Lang still had a faint smile.

"No, I'm just afraid that Mrs. Qin might misunderstand." Yinglian reached out to get the wine.

Suddenly, the hand that just touched the wine glass was covered by a big hand, Ying Lian instinctively trembled, and turned her head to look at him.

Qin Lang didn't explain, but sent an inexplicable smile, and the hand holding her hand became tighter.

"Can you stay with me tonight?"

"Of course." Yinglian agreed without thinking.

Qin Lang was slightly taken aback, as if she agreed too soon.

"I'll drink with you, but you've already drank a lot. Have another drink and I'll take you home, okay? Or I'll call Mrs. Qin for you. "

Before she finished speaking, Qin Lang's face showed sullenness.

Yinglian was at a loss and thought she had said the wrong thing, "I'm sorry Mr. Qin, I..."

"If you had shown up earlier, I wouldn't have married that woman." Qin Lang didn't know whether it was out of emotion or he was talking nonsense after drinking too much.

"Did you quarrel with your wife?" Yinglian asked tentatively.

"Arguing?" Qin Lang suddenly smiled wryly, picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

"Mr. Qin, you have already drank a lot, you can't drink any more." Yinglian pretended to be concerned and snatched his glass.

Although Qin Lang had indeed drank a lot of wine, his mind was still extremely clear, and when Ying Lian snatched the wine glass, he took advantage of the opportunity to lean on her.

Ying Lian knew that he was pretending, but kept her expression on, "Mr. Qin, tell me the address, and I'll take you home."

"I'm not going home." Qin Lang leaned on her body.

Yinglian pretended to be struggling to help him up, walked out of the bar, took a taxi and drove to the hotel.

Temporarily opened the room, while supporting Qin Lang, he struggled to open the door with his card, the moment he entered the room, he hurried a few steps to the bed, couldn't hold on any longer and let Qin Lang fall on the soft bed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, I didn't mean it, you are too heavy, I can't support it anymore." Yinglian apologized to Qin Lang who still had a little sense of reason.

"Xiaohan." Qin Lang grabbed her hand.

Yinglian let out a scream and was dragged onto the bed by him, and was immediately crushed under him.

Her eyes widened, as if she never thought that the calm and capable Qin Lang in her mind would do such a thing.

"Mr. Qin, don't be like this. I am Yinglian, not Xiaohan." Yinglian explained in panic, but she was making judgments in her heart. Who is Xiaohan in his mouth?Is it Su Han?No wonder when she saw Le Nier for the first time, she found that she looked a little bit like Su Han when she turned around.

"Xiaohan, I will protect you." Qin Lang was riding on her body, his hands were already peeling off her clothes indiscriminately.

Yinglian struggled pretendingly, and told him again and again that she was not Xiaohan, and she had already taken off all her clothes, so she had to cover her face with her hands in panic, and then, something was put into her body and quickly plundered.