The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

Just when Cen Lijiang and his party were overwhelmed with excitement.

Bai Xiran just stared at the news on the phone in a daze, "Use this account to buy, buy more. From now on, it will be my wife's private money."

When she saw the words "private money", she almost laughed out loud.

And the above account is even more simple and rude, directly using Mo Weitian's name.

Then I thought about it and replied slowly, "It's clearly pocket money for my daughter, why did you give it to me for my own money. I won't take you like this."

"What belongs to the daughter belongs to the wife."

On the other end of the phone, the man is confident.

But Bai Xiran just laughed in a low voice, and it took a long time before he slowly replied with the word "um", "Okay, I will save it for my daughter."

Such retail investors will basically not attract attention if they buy some shares, but if the stock of the Mohs Group rises again in the future, this is a very large number.

After waiting for a while, both sides became quiet.

Bai Xiran still couldn't help asking, "Where are you now? How long will it take to come back?"

"In a separate courtyard."

Mo Junzhe paused, for fear that she would think wildly, "Madam, wait a little longer. I promise it will be soon. They have already started to do it, and this matter will end soon."

She has to suffer.

Bai Xiran thought, putting Mo Weitian beside her, leaned back on the pillow, and then slowly closed her eyes.

The light in the room was dim, and from a long distance, the man could still faintly hear her sigh.

"Mrs."

He knew why she was sighing.

I know that she must not be in a good mood now.

There is no way to appease.

He could only murmur in a low voice, just like the deep voice that appeared in a dream.

Repeat over and over.

"Mrs."

"Mrs……"

Bai Xiran heard it several times before finally saying "hmm".

With a long ending, the whole person looked dazed, but finally laughed, "What's the matter, you keep calling me."

"No."

Hearing the familiar voice with a low laugh, Mo Junzhe finally felt relieved, "Madam, wait for a while, everything will be fine."

She doesn't speak.

It was still a shallow voice, and then heard some movement next to it.

His gaze shifted, and then he landed on the fussy little powder dumpling.

Mo Weitian didn't know when she woke up.

She leaned beside her, with gentle eyes, she stretched out her fingers and touched Mo Weitian's face.

"It's round, so easy to poke."

Mo Junzhe wanted to know what she was doing, so he had no choice but to say, "Ma'am, use less strength."

"Huh? Are you afraid that I will hurt your daughter?"

He laughed, "No."

Then he opened his mouth slowly, "I'm afraid my wife will not grasp the strength well, and my fingers will hurt."

These words obviously pleased Bai Xiran.

She leaned to the side, looked at her fingers, and suddenly had some bad taste.

Then he deliberately pinched Xiaofentuanzi's face, a little harder.

as predicted.

The little girl, who couldn't stand this little grievance, immediately pursed her mouth.

"Ugh."

Mo Weitian is not happy anymore.

With a little coquetry, the voice can be transmitted to the man through the phone's microphone.

Mo Junzhe's heart arose all of a sudden, feeling helpless and impatient, he could only explain in a low voice, "Ma'am, stop making trouble, you have to coax yourself if you really want to cry."

"Hmph, I'll ask Mrs. Wang to come over and coax her."

She was petty after all, "Let Xiaobao coax."

"Anyway, just let her cry, it hurts you so much."

The man fell silent suddenly, and he could hear the trace of complaint in her words, or even a little bit of grievance.

In short, it is more and more guilty.

"I'm sorry madam, I can't stay with you all the time. In the future, I will do all the coaxing of my daughter?"