Overlord's Prince Xiaojiaofu

Mo Jinchen couldn't refuse the invitation from the young master of the Fu family.The airship landed at the gate of Heaven and Earth, Mo Jinchen straightened his clothes and stepped into the gate.

"Master Mo, this way please."

Following in the footsteps of the waiter, he entered the largest box in the sky and on earth. Young master Fu Dongsheng was hugging two little girls and biting their ears, surrounded by demons dancing wildly.

"Oh, Mo Xiaosi is here, come, come, sit down." Fu Dongsheng let go of the girl next to him, stood up, and clapped his hands to make everyone stop, "I heard that you are engaged to that useless prince. God, you are entering the grave of marriage, my brothers will hold a bachelor party for you."

"Abandon the prince?" Mo Jinchen raised his eyebrows.

When it was abolished, how could he not know.

Fu Dongsheng sat over and explained with a smile, "It's not the abolished prince. His Majesty doesn't like this son. It's a well-known thing. It can be said that one beat every three days and one whip every two days. I heard that apart from his status, the abolished prince Clinking poor."

"I know the one before. You said he was poor? Very poor?" Mo Jinchen asked.

"Not really," William agreed.

Mo Jinchen frowned, "Back then the queen was a red makeup."

Ten miles of red makeup, how much can I leave for my son.

Fu Dongsheng patted Mo Jinchen on the back, "It's all successors now, otherwise you think how the Qin family got up. You are busy managing the Yinhe Group, and you often don't hang out in the circle. It's normal not to know. Come, drink .”

"Are you poor?" Mo Jinchen asked.

Fu Dongsheng choked and coughed non-stop.

The others burst into laughter and booed, "In front of you, Xiao Si, you are not as poor as a beggar."

"That's right, who has money like you!"

Mo Jinchen smiled, and swiped the terminal in a grand manner, "Okay, my brother's expenses tonight will be on my shoulders. Anyone who refuses will look down on me."

"Good brother, I saw you right." Fu Dongsheng patted Mo Jinchen on the back heavily, "But to be honest, he should not be poor, you have already given him nine mineral stars."

"you want?"

"Are you willing to give it?" Fu Dongsheng raised his eyebrows.

Mo Jinchen said narrowly, "As long as you marry me, you can do whatever you want."

"piss off!"

Mo Jinchen drank some wine and came back late at night.

Ou took Mo Jinchen, and with one movement, he hugged Mo Jinchen horizontally. Mo Jinchen was slightly taken aback, remembering his 3S physique.It's so easy to hug someone.

The kitchen made hangover soup, and Ou carefully fed Mo Jinchen a few mouthfuls. Mo Jinchen was not drunk at all, and he didn't like the taste of this soup.Pulling Ou's wrist, it's not very thin, and the arm still bears the scars left by the whipping in the past.

"Does it hurt?" Mo Jinchen stroked those marks.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Ou replied.

The time of pain has passed, Chen is caring about him, his heart warms up, the belated caring is still very beneficial.

Although he was not drunk, Mo Jinchen was still a little impulsive. He got up and opened the cabinet next to the bed, and took out the plaster inside.This was prepared by him early in the morning. Usually, he was often beaten by the old man, and it was difficult to find a doctor, which made people laugh. He prepared it himself, so he was well prepared.

"I'll paint it for you." Mo Jinchen stubbornly pulled off Ou's clothes.

The buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned and scattered all over the floor, and the bowl containing the hangover soup was shaken and scattered all over the floor.Ou didn't pay attention, Mo Jinchen's little white hands were dipped in ointment, scratching back and forth on his mottled and dripping scars, and kept lighting fire.

Some greasy ointment was applied on the wheat-colored skin, which gave off a greasy sheen, and Mo Jinchen nodded in satisfaction.

"I heard that you are poor?" Mo Jinchen turned his head and asked, "Why didn't you tell me that I will arrange a job for you to be my secretary."

Ou raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, "Secretary?"

Nor did he explain whether he was poor or not.

"Hmm, my secretary must not only be capable at work, but also take care of my life, the kind that is close to me."

Jiu Zhuang was cowardly, and Mo Jinchen became more and more courageous.