The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

Shen Xinru didn't know how she got home.

His face was gray and his eyes were dull.

All she could think about was Pei Ying's granddaughter-in-law.

Is Su Mucheng her granddaughter-in-law?

How can it be?

If Yan Chen really got married to Su Mucheng, how could he not publicize it to the public with his family background and Yan Chen's identity?

Thinking like this, Shen Xinru gradually calmed down, and she slowly cleared up her thoughts in her heart.

The most likely possibility is that Pei Ying knows Su Mucheng and likes her, so he naturally regards her as his granddaughter-in-law.

In this case……

Then she would let Pei Ying know who is the best.

Is Shen Xinru not as good as a little actor who has nothing?

Shen Xinru sneered and took out her cell phone to call Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo, who was busy with Weizi's new season clothing exhibition, glanced at the caller ID, frowned, and answered: "Hello."

"Xiao Mo, can you help me get a spot for Weizi's clothing exhibition?"

"Are you going to the scene?"

"Well, I want to take a look and learn a bit." She suppressed the glimmer in her eyes and spoke in a solemn voice.

Xiao Mo didn't say much and just agreed.

In the fashion design exhibition, one more spot is not much.

.........

the other side.

Su Mucheng asked Wei Ai, who was listening in on the investigation, to already have clues.

She looked at the information sent to her on the computer, her eyes filled with confusion, and she didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Weiai is a large group in country S, and Weizi... is its subsidiary.

Her mother owns 50.00% of Weiai's shares, and she is the chief designer of Weizi.

Is this doomed in the dark?

Su Mucheng pursed her lips, feeling that her mouth was bitter and unpleasant.

She checked her pockets, but there was no more candy.

His eyes turned and landed on the cigarette box on the table. It was the cigarette that Mo Yanchen had placed on the table.

Su Mucheng hesitated for a moment, then stood up and took out one, held it between her fingertips, picked up the lighter, and turned her head to light it.

The joyful fire ignited in her cold eyes, adding a bit of coquettish gangsterism to the girl's pretty little face.

An indescribable feeling.

As soon as Mo Yanchen came in, he saw the girl standing under the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, with a thin and tall back.

When his eyes fell on the cigarette on her right index finger, his face darkened. He strode over, pinched the cigarette and put it out in the ashtray.

Su Mucheng raised her eyes to look at him. The man's eyes were dark and gloomy.

It's not the same as before.

Mo Yanchen held her thin shoulders with both hands, and his stern eyebrows were different from the usual seriousness.

"Chengcheng, no smoking, okay?"

Whenever she smokes, his heart aches.

He was such a beautiful girl, and the smoke lingering around her would make him feel that she was very sad. That kind of unspeakable injury pierced directly into his heart, and it hurt.

Su Mucheng tilted her head and looked at him. There were a few red bloodshot eyes under her beautiful peach blossom eyes, which seemed to be tugging at his heart. Mo Yanchen's heart was tugged hard.

He raised his hand to cover the little girl's fair and delicate face, and looked into the deep eyes of her eyes with dark eyes. He found many wounds in them, the kind of wounds that were buried deep inside by her, which made people feel distressed.

The man's rough fingertips gently came to the corners of her eyes, lowered his head, and kissed her eyes. Su Mucheng's eyelashes trembled, and her eyes were extremely red.

She tightened her fingertips and didn't dare to raise her eyes.

She suddenly discovered that in front of him, she would unknowingly take off her armor.

His words or even movements could bring out the most embarrassing side of her.

"Baby."

Su Mucheng lowered her eyes and heard the man's deep voice above her head.

He said, "Baby, I want to share your pain."

"I want to help you heal it."

Su Mucheng's heart trembled hard, and tears suddenly rushed to her eyes. She tightened her fingers to push back the tears.

The girl's thin back was reflected in the large floor-to-ceiling windows, which looked very lonely.

Mo Yanchen stretched out his hand to hold her face, his movements were incredibly gentle, as if he were treating an extremely precious rare treasure.

He said, "Baby, look at me."

Su Mucheng pursed her lips and opened her eyes. Her tears were forced back, leaving only endless red.

Mo Yanchen's eyes suddenly darkened, he held her in his arms with great distress, and stroked the back of her head with his big hands.

He grabbed Su Mucheng's hand, brought it to the position of his heart, and stared at her: "Baby, don't make me hurt."

"Ah."

Su Mucheng suddenly smiled lowly. She placed her palm on his heart. She saw the deep worry and distress in the man's eyes.

He wished he could hurt her.

"Yan Chen." The girl's voice was low and hoarse.

She looked at Mo Yanchen and said with a smile: "Yan Chen, let Su Wenqiang sit inside."

He killed her mother and should have paid the price.

And if she were to take action herself, she would be afraid that she would be killed directly if she couldn't help it.

That would be too cheap for him.