Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Mo An pretended to ask casually, but the eyes of Danfeng's eyes flickered slightly.

"He lives in the main building in front."

Ya Quan answered without much thought.

"Does he live in a building alone?"

Mo An thought for a while, then raised an innocent smile.

In the main building, even Yaquan can't live in it, and most people shouldn't be able to live in it.

"With Yang Yang, two people live."

Yaquan stood at the door, putting his left hand into the pocket of his trousers.

"They already live together?" Mo An's eyes tightened slightly, as if a little surprised, "Aren't they married yet?"

Don’t you have to get married to live together?

"Children don't ask so much." After all, these are the personal affairs of the boss, and Yaquan doesn't want to talk to Mo An too much. "It's okay to try not to disturb them in the main building."

As soon as the boss was with Luo Yangyang, he was like a hungry wolf, showing off his affection from time to time.

The important thing is that the boss doesn't like to be disturbed, and he can't stand his temper.

Moreover, Mo An is still young, and it's not good to see anything close.

"Oh."

Mo An's expression dimmed.

"Call me if you have anything, I will go to work first."

Yaquan finished speaking and patted Mo An on the head, then turned and left.

"it is good."

Mo An watched Yaquan leave.

After Yaquan turned the stairs and disappeared into the corner, Mo An entered the room and closed the door.

There was only one person left, and Mo An looked at this magnificent big bedroom, feeling like a world away.

A week ago, she was still wandering on the streets and was chased by criminal gangs to join their beggar industry.

Now that she has changed, she can also put on laundry and live in a good house without worrying about going hungry tomorrow.

After visiting the bedroom well, when walking into the bathroom, Mo An was suddenly taken aback when he saw himself in the mirror on the sink.

Is that person in the mirror really her?

Her face is no longer dirty, and her hair is not flying in mess like weeds.

After looking at the person who doesn't seem to be him in the mirror, he looked at each other silently.

Mo An took a few steps forward and looked at himself more closely.

"Mo An, you have lived alone for ten years and have tasted the sufferings of the bottom of society. Now a big tree that can shelter from the wind and rain has suddenly appeared, and you will cling to it at all costs."

Mo An looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't help muttering to himself, and seemed to be making up his mind.

She doesn't want to live on the street anymore, she also wants to live a life that a normal person can live.

After Luo Yangyang got up for a nap, she saw that her eyes were right outside, and she went to the back garden with a notebook in her arms.

Mo An will belong to her bedroom from now on, and he will be familiar with it carefully inside and out.

When I walked to the window and looked out.

She saw Luo Yangyang sitting on a swing and playing with a computer under a big tree and a small pavilion in the back garden.

Mo An's pair of Danfeng eyes that seemed to be able to hook a man's soul, turned his eyes slyly, turned and went downstairs.

"Sister Yang Yang!"

Luo Yangyang sat cross-legged on a swing to write her script, when she suddenly heard someone calling her, she looked back.

Mo An jogged and ran towards her.

"Mo An."

Seeing Mo An's big smiling face, Luo Yangyang smiled back.

I don't know if the words Yuyou said to her played a sequel.

When Luo Yangyang saw Mo An now, she always felt that her smile was not real.

"Sister Yang Yang, what are you doing?"

After Mo An ran over, he sat next to Luo Yangyang especially familiar.