Doting on sweet wife for hundreds of millions of years

In Yinglian's house, the balcony window was open, and the cold wind blew in, messing up her hair. Yinglian raised her hand to touch her cheek, as if feeling the temperature on her face.

Cold, Ying Lian, who was only wearing home single clothes, was cold all over her body, with that weird and evil sneer on her lips, like a frozen corpse.

Today is New Year's Eve, the city is full of lights, the sound of firecrackers is one after another, and there is a festive atmosphere everywhere.

Turning around stiffly, as if all the joints in her body were frozen, Yinglian walked into the living room.

On the sofa, a mannequin was posed in a sitting position, wearing a purple backless dress.

"Xiaohan, today is New Year's Eve, there are only two of us, are you happy?" Yinglian sat down next to the model, put her arms around its waist, and put her face on it, "You are still so beautiful." Gently kiss up.

On the tea table, there was a whole table of dishes, all Su Han's favorite food.

"Why don't you talk, are you thinking about that man? I'll be jealous." Yinglian held the model's face in both hands, as if she was admiring her beloved baby, "That man killed you, I swear that nothing good will happen to him." Life is over."

Chattering to a mannequin, when it comes to excitement, it kisses and hugs the model, and when it comes to anger, it points to the model and accuses it of being infatuated with Mo Yi, ignoring her feelings.

After a symbolic New Year's Eve dinner, Yinglian carried the model to the bed and put it in a lying position. She was also lying beside her, with a laptop in the middle, a vicious sneer on her lips, and her slender fingers tapping looking at the keyboard.

At this time, the Mo family was very lively, the servants gathered together to eat the New Year's Eve dinner, and the three members of Mo Yu's family were watching TV in the room after dinner, waiting for the early morning bell to strike before eating dumplings.

"Happy New Year, Daddy." Mo Bao lay on the ground and kowtowed to Mo Yu who was sitting by the bed.

"Daddy is educated in the West, so he's not into kowtowing." Mo Yu hurriedly put the notebook on his lap aside, and got up to hug him.

Mo Bao turned around swiftly, and pushed a woven basket that had been prepared in advance, enough to hold two large watermelons, to the front, "Take the money, take the money, just watch."

"How much does it cost?" Mo Yu almost laughed angrily.

Chu Kexin who was sitting on the sofa watching TV was also amused by this scene.

"Cash is required, checks are not accepted, and children cannot be fooled." Mo Bao added.

"Do you want to fill it up?" Chu Kexin helped.

"Mommy, you have it too." Mo Bao took out another woven basket that had been prepared in advance. Although it was smaller than Mo Yi's, it was still quite a lot to fill it with cash.

Chu Kexin's smile immediately froze on his face, where did he get so much cash in the middle of the night?

"I'll go and see if the dumplings are ready." Chu Kexin made an excuse to leave. She prepared a red envelope for her son, but it was only 1000 yuan, which didn't even cover the bottom of the basket.

Mo Bao dodged to block the door, raised his face, and embraced his chest with both hands, as if he would never leave until he filled up the money.

"Is this going to be robbed?" Mo Yu grinned slightly.

"This is not called robbing, it's called fighting the landlord." Mo Bao said confidently.

With an idea, Chu Ke turned around and took out a large beautifully packaged box from the closet, and put it in his small basket, but it still couldn't fit. The red envelope containing 1000 yuan was deliberately shaken at him before putting it away. go in.

"What is it?" Mo Bao immediately brightened his eyes, walked over to pick up the gift box, looked left and right, and looked at Chu Kexin, "Can you open it?" He was not interested in the red envelope.

"of course."

Mo Bao was not polite either, he sat on the floor and began to dismantle it.

"Wow, a full set? Mommy, you're lying." Mo Bao opened the box and saw that there was not only a small set of clothes, but also a pair of shoes, "Didn't it be exchanged for money?"

"The ones prepared for the baby, how can they be measured by money?" Chu Kexin walked over and sat on the floor following his example, "Let me tell you a secret, this set of clothes is the only one in the world. It was designed and made for the baby, look, isn't it beautiful?" He picked up the clothes with both hands and showed her.

"Can I have a try?" Mo Bao suddenly seemed like a treasure.

"Of course." Chu Kexin stood up, carried him to the bed, helped him get dressed, and fiddled with him, "Look, isn't it pretty?"

Mo Bao slid off the bed, ran to the dressing mirror and twisted his body to look left and right, but he didn't notice that his little feet were still bare.

A small red suit fits very well, but it looks a bit funny with bare feet, Chu Kexin pursed her lips and snickered. As for this, Mo Bao also realized it, and when he turned around to put on his shoes, he found Mo Yu Quietly opened the door to take the opportunity to escape.

"Daddy, where are you going?" Elf-like tugged at his clothes.

Mo Yao immediately stopped in his tracks, and smiled mischievously, "Daddy, go and see if the dumplings are ready."

"Sir, madam, the dumplings are cooked, are they for the restaurant or..." Mrs. Hua stood outside the door waiting for him to show.

"Go..." Mo Xie was about to say just take it to the restaurant.

"Bring it here." Mo Bao interrupted him.

Sister-in-law Hua looked at Mo Yao, and Mo Yao had no choice but to nod.

The dumplings were brought in and put on the coffee table, Mo Bao knelt on the carpet to watch, "Mum, come and see, this one was made by you, these ugly ones were made by Daddy, this one is more appetizing." Mo Bao picked it up Chopsticks picked up a beautiful dumpling and put it in his mouth, nodding while eating, "It's still delicious made by Mommy."

Chu Kexin and Mo Yu also sat down and tasted it.

"Although the appearance is not very good, the taste is still good." Chu Kexin concluded after eating one.

"That's a good stuffing." Mo Bao looked at his father.

"Can't you say something good for the New Year's Eve?" Mo Yi worked hard, but he didn't even get a consolation prize, and he was still scolded.

"Hey, just kidding, the dumplings made by Daddy are also delicious." Mo Bao stretched out a small hand to touch his chin, "Daddy's beard has grown again."

"No, I just shaved." Mo Yu also reached out to touch his chin.

"No, it's very prickly, like a needle." Mo Bao joked, "I don't know how Mommy can stand it."

After the family of three ate the dumplings, Mo Bao gave Mo Yi a wink and directed him to look at the woven basket.

"Red envelope." Mo Yu took out a bulging red envelope from under the pillow and put it into the weaving basket.

Once the red envelope is put in, it is as small as a grain of sand dropped into a water basin.

"Oh, you're too stingy." Mo Bao picked up the red envelope and opened it to count the money. He knew it was 1 yuan without counting.

"Come on, Daddy will save it for you." Mo Yu snatched it away.Just put it in your pocket.

"Mommy." Mo Bao turned around and asked Chu Kexin for help. Before Mo Yu put it in his pocket, he stretched out his two little hands and snatched it back, "Can a cooked duck still fly?"

The family of three enjoyed themselves happily, but Chu Kexin paid attention to Mo Yao's reaction consciously or unconsciously. Judging from his appearance, what happened yesterday didn't seem to affect his mood.

Is he generous or doesn't care about her anymore?Chu Kexin hoped that he could care about every detail, although quarrels are inevitable, but this way he can feel at ease.

Forget it, let's talk about it after the new year.Chu Kexin forced herself not to think about what happened that night, but from time to time, the scene of those hands touching her came to mind.