Cool Treasure from Heaven: Mo Shaoxi as Father

"Qianqian, let's go for a walk with Dad."

Mi Qihua sighed inwardly, motioning for Mi Qian to go out for a walk with him.

"it is good."

Mi Qian bent her lips, stood up and helped Mi Qihua to the garden.

The season has come to early summer, and the night breeze is still hot.

Mi Qian walked slowly with her father, smelling the fragrance of flowers from time to time, a little absent-minded.

She was thinking about Yin Moran.

Can't wait to meet him.

But even if she saw him, he regarded her as a stranger at all.

Did he really not remember her?
What did Michelle do to him!
"Qianqian, A Lin has already told me about Mo Ran. Dad is sorry for giving birth to that wicked girl Xue'er. Now, what are you going to do? Is Dad calling that wicked girl back and confronting her face to face? "

Mi Qihua patted Mi Qian's hand with a look of shame.

"Dad, don't blame yourself, it's not your fault."

Mi Qian comforted him, "Don't worry about this matter. If you really think about me, you should take a good rest. It's true to take good care of your body, and don't let me worry about it."

Michelle is also his daughter, if he is involved, he will be the only one who will be in trouble.

The most important thing is that even if he intervenes, it may not be effective.

Because she is temporarily not sure what Michelle did to her husband.

If tough measures are taken, will it be counterproductive!

"Qianqian, Dad is ashamed."

Mi Qihua sighed and patted Mi Qian's hand.

Mi Qian comforted in a soft voice, telling Mi Qihua not to think too much.

At this time, there was a movement at the gate of the manor, and Michelle walked in with the man.

Mi Qian paused when she heard the movement.

In the dark night, the street lamps cast warm yellow light, illuminating the figure of the man.

A man with tall legs and long legs, with his usual aloofness, walked with an aura she was familiar with.

Mi Qian's hand unconsciously clenched Mi Qihua's arm, staring at him with almond eyes.

is it him?
Is it the husband she misses day and night?
Husband, look at me!

I am the woman you love the most!

"Dad, I'm taking a walk!"

Michelle took the man's arm and casually greeted Mi Qihua.

His eyes flicked past Mi Qian, and there was a hint of triumphant provocation in his eyes.

Mi Qianhong pursed her lips tightly, and a trace of forbearance flashed in her eyes.

His eyes fell on the man, looking at his indifferent expression, he clenched his fingers tightly.

He still didn't recognize her!
He actually let another woman hold his arm!
She can't take it anymore!
"Xue'er, have you had enough trouble? Who is he? Do you want to make it clear!"

Mi Qihua's face darkened, and he pointed at Yin Moran and scolded.

"My bodyguard, I rescued him from life and death at the beach. He has no memory, so I named him Amo. How about it, have I made it clear enough!"

Michelle raised her chin with a proud face.

"You, you unfilial daughter, do you even want to snatch your sister's man? Tell me, does he..."

Mi Qihua's health is not good in itself, and now his chest heaves with anger from Michelle's shameless face, and he can't continue speaking after a few words.

"Dad, don't get excited, I'll help you go back to your room to rest."

Mi Qian was startled, and quickly helped Mi Qihua back to the house.

Mi Qihua clutched his chest, wanting to say something, but couldn't take care of himself.

Yin Moran behind him watched this scene, and pulled his arm out of Michelle's hand expressionlessly.

It is also a daughter, who is sincere and who is fake, it is clear at a glance.

The woman looking at him flashed in my mind.

There is hope in sadness.

She knows herself?
Who did she take him for?
her husband?
"Amo, where are you looking?"

Seeing that Yin Moran's gaze had been following Mi Qian, Mi Xueer immediately became dissatisfied.

Yin Moran withdrew his gaze and said indifferently: "Your father is not in good health, why don't you go and see?"

"What's so interesting? He only has eyes for that bitch Mi Qian, so let Mi Qian serve him."

Michelle rolled her eyes, and reached out to hold his arm again, "Come on, accompany me upstairs to get some things."

"go by yourself."

Yin Moran pulled his hand away expressionlessly.

"you!"

Why are you so disobedient!
Michelle stared at him with anger on her face.

Yin Moran was unmoved, his tall and straight figure was like a green pine.

"Forget it, forget it, I can't call you!"

Michelle coquettishly said, "Then you wait here for me. Really, you are obviously my slave, but this temper is like a young master!"

Anyway, he had already shown off in front of Mi Qian just now.

Today's mission has been completed.

She saw Mi Qian's ridiculous look of being helpless.

Michelle stepped on her high heels and walked into the villa.

Yin Moran stood in the manor, looking at the empty night without saying a word.

When Mi Qian came out of the room, she immediately saw the tall and tall figure of the man.

The dim streetlight cast on him, stretching his shadow very long.

Mi Qian's heart was filled with boundless emotions.

She walked quickly to his side, reaching out to grab him.

"Honey, is that you?"

Yin Moran frowned, subconsciously turned sideways, avoiding Mi Qian's touch.

Mi Qian's outstretched hand froze, looking at the man's strange eyes, her eyes were filled with tears.

"Honey, it's me! I'm Mi Qian, the woman you love the most, don't you really remember?"

He doesn't remember her!
Really don't remember her!
How to do?
"Ma'am, you have identified the wrong person, please respect yourself."

Yin Moran averted his eyes and spoke indifferently.

"No, how could I have mistaken someone! You are my husband, Yin Moran! Even if you change your face and have no memory, but your temperament is still there, I won't admit it!"

Mi Qian hugged Yin Moran, and while he was in a daze, she nimbly slid her small hands into his clothes, and at the same time stood on tiptoe, and kissed her red lips.

The delicate fragrance of a woman came over, bringing with it a slight tingling sensation, which made his muscles tense.

He felt the woman's initiative in astonishment, and wanted to push her away, but he couldn't resist the woman's flexible teasing.

The body's reaction was the most real. His breathing was stagnant, and he wanted to push her hand away, but subconsciously hugged her tightly.

Why is this feeling so familiar?

He doesn't resent her approaching, but wants more?
why?
"Mi Qian, Ah Mo, what are you doing?"

Michelle's scream sounded, interrupting their kiss.

Mi Qian looked at the man in front of him panting, with a smile on his lips.

He is her husband!

Because only she knows his sensitive spots.

And he faced her teasing, just like before, unable to resist!

"Mi Qian, bitch!"

Michelle rushed to Mi Qian angrily, pulled her away, and raised her hand towards her.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Mi Qian firmly grasped her wrist and shook it off.

The four eyes met, one was furious and the other was calm.

"Mi Qian, do you want to be ashamed? Your husband is still here! Are you fussing in front of him?"

Michelle didn't expect that she would take advantage of Mi Qian's loophole just after she left for a while.

And this man didn't push her away!
She is really going to explode!