The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

Mr. Tong sat down on his seat, twisted his face and groaned: "Profiteer!"

"Your company doesn't care?"

"There is my dad."

"Don't ask about other things?"

"Don't ask."

A good answer.

The man's eyes were gentle and he loved to smile: "You can leave other things to others, but she can't."

He said: "I don't trust anyone she leaves with her."

He said: "It's just such a baby, I have to protect it."

He said: "If she wakes up and can't see me, she will look for me."

How could he rest assured? It was him who blow-dried her hair, prepared the snacks she ate, placed the washcloth for washing her face, connived at her mischief, and gave his acquiescence to whatever she wanted to do.

Now, he cleans her body every day and leaves it to others. How can she rest assured? What if she accidentally uses too much force and hurts her.

He wanted to do everything about her personally.

There was a hint of doting in the man's eyebrows.

Yes, it is doting.

Mr. Tong stopped talking. What were you talking about?

That he is too devoted to his granddaughter?

He said that his granddaughter is a powerful thief, so that a strong-blooded man with multiple powers is willing to lay down his weapons for her?

Alas, I can’t say.

I can only think in my heart: His granddaughter is so awesome!

Master Chen was so willing to bend down for her.

***

Mo Yanchen followed him to country S, and the Mo family could only let Mo Chilai take charge.

Occasionally, he would hold video conferences with Mo Yanchen, and some decisions still had to go through him.

For example, when several foreign companies reached out, Mo Yanchen opened a window for them and let them in.

Then he would throw the bait, and when they were about to pounce on food, he would slam the window shut and clamp half of the person's body.

Then, the counterattack begins.

This man has means and strategy, but he has no light.

The sky in country S is as blue and clear as the sea.

In the medical room of the research library.

The instrument is still repeating itself day after day.

The girl still slept peacefully and looked very beautiful.

After not being exposed to the sun for a long time, her skin became whiter and her hair grew longer, which was another kind of beauty.

As she slept quietly, she suppressed her sharpness and became extremely well-behaved.

Mo Yanchen tucked her under the quilt, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, as always, he was gentle only to her: "Baby, summer is about to pass, when will you look at me again?"

He smiled: "Wait until my heart hurts a little."

Boundless, he seemed to have fallen into an abyss.

The phone rang twice.

It was from Cheng Zixiu: [Club, come and have a drink. 】

Mo Yanchen raised his eyebrows, these people have all come to country S in the past few days.

He put his phone back in his pocket, looked at the bed again, and then closed the door and went out.

Qingba Club is a luxurious club in country S.

Very lively and noisy.

There are singing and dancing, and there is also a quiet corner.

In the box on the third floor.

Mo Yanchen pushed the door open and saw familiar faces inside.

"What? There's nothing left to do? They all came to country S."

As soon as he sat on the sofa, he picked up a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit the fire, and smoked slowly.

In the past few months, he had been addicted to smoking.

"I just said, he definitely doesn't remember." Jiang Ze glanced at Cheng Zixiu, then poured a glass of wine and handed it to Mo Yanchen.

"Brother Chen, do you really don't remember what day today is?"

Mo Yanchen took a sip of wine and opened his eyelids expressionlessly: "What day?"

Jiang Ze: "..."

His birthday!

Today is Mo Yanchen’s birthday!

Cheng Zixiu glanced over there, shook his head, then snapped his fingers, and a big cake was pushed up.

There are a pair of little figures on top.

There is a man and a woman, the man is handsome and the woman is beautiful.

"Yan Chen, it's not easy for me, brother. I have flown so far to come here to celebrate your birthday."

Hang Ti poured everyone a glass of red wine and said happy birthday.

Qin Xiaomeng also followed suit.

Mo Yanchen's smoking hand paused slightly, and a memory was suddenly pulled out of his mind.

Last year, on his birthday, his little villain came to celebrate it for him.

Not only did she give it to him, he also put a heart ring on her.

In the Mo family's old house, she kissed him.

Very lively, very warm, very happy.

And this year one by one

Not to mention he forgot.

Some memories were like thorns, punching hard into his head and piercing his heart so deeply that he couldn't even express the pain.

"It turns out it's my birthday again." The man's eyes fell on the pair of little people on the cake.

It was made of chocolate, he knew, one was him and the other was his little villain.

Mo Yanchen stretched out his hand to take the little man over, curled his lips and smiled: "It looks pretty good."

Then, several people drank in the box.

Mo Yanchen also drank.

He drank quite a bit, and the corners of his eyes were red from being drunk.

When he returned to the medical room, he looked at her first as usual, then took out two chocolates and a lollipop from his pocket, and put them in glass jars respectively.