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

The night was extraordinarily chaotic.

In the end, Bai Xiran blushed and ran to the guest room, ignoring the man on the bed to keep her.

……

Early the next morning.

The sound of "bang bang bang" knocking on the door woke Bai Xiran from his sleep.

The little guy's immature cry came from outside the door, "Ranran, Ranran is getting up!"

"The sun is going to dry the ass!"

It's Xiaobao.

Bai Xiran got up almost immediately.

open the door.

He picked up the chubby little bun by the door.

The little guy was wearing a chicken nest head, and he was still wearing his favorite bear pajamas. He lost a slipper under his feet, and it just wrapped around her body.

"Why haven't you brushed your teeth and changed your clothes, where's your dad?"

Mo Xiaobao wrinkled his nose lightly, "Dad left early in the morning, so I can't wear the sweater."

On weekdays, Xiaobao can handle it by himself, but he can't wear a pullover alone.

He squeezed his fleshy little hands, "Xiaobao doesn't want other women to help me get dressed."

Bai Xiran scratched his nose, "Okay, I'll put it on for you right away."

The little guy said "hmm" twice, then got off her body, and sat obediently on the side of the bed.

He raised his hands, looked at Bai Xiran, lowered his voice, and spoke to her mysteriously, "Let me tell you, Dad left early this morning. He looks so angry."

"Are you angry...?"

Bai Xiran's mind flashed back to what happened last night.

Mo Junzhe has always tried his best to tease her.

She never thought that she would disarm and surrender so quickly.

Fortunately, at the last moment, he regained some sanity in panic, and then hurried to the guest room.

When the door was closed, she could vaguely hear the man's dissatisfied roar.

"Ranran, what are you thinking?"

The little one gently pushed her arm.

Bai Xiran quickly helped him straighten his sweater, and picked him up from the bed, "Let's wash up and have breakfast, or we'll be late."

……

Mohs Group President's Office.

There was a cup of coffee on the sofa, and a figure full of a sinister aura sat beside it.

Ying Lihen was wearing the same windbreaker all year round, half leaning on the sofa at the moment, holding a coffee cup in his hand, narrowing his long and narrow red phoenix eyes slightly.

"Mr. Lin wants to invest in Wang Zhi's studio."

Behind the desk, the man glanced at him coldly, "You came here early in the morning to talk about this?"

"Your woman is also working there now." Ying Lihen's eyes remained unchanged, "Old Lin suddenly recognizes her as his granddaughter and interferes with work, so you are not worried at all."

Mo Junzhe's hand that was signing was slightly paused, his thin and slender fingers put down the pen, and gently fiddled with the document, "She has her own ideas."

"So you don't intend to ask."

"No need."

The man's voice is gentle, with almost no ups and downs.

With such a cold and clear reply, the air fell silent in an instant.

Ying Lihen stared at him for a long time, narrowed her long and narrow red phoenix eyes, revealing a hint of amusement, "Why, didn't you have a good time last night?"

With a "snap", someone's pen hit the table.

The air became stagnant.

Ying Lihen took a sip of coffee, "She still doesn't obey you."

"To shut up!"

"It's normal for a man who is not satisfied to be angry."

Mo Junzhe raised his head, his whole body was stern.

On the sofa, Ying Lihen stood up knowingly, his body was wrapped in a windbreaker, making him look even thinner.

The moment the office door closed, he ordered to his assistant, "Make a cup of tea for your president."

what?
"Chrysanthemum tea, off the fire."