The Married Wife is a Boss: Lord Mo is Super Fond of Him!

Ah, aunt?

The corners of Gu Qingxue's mouth twitched slightly.

If it weren't for the fact that Shen Xingluo in front of her was a fool, she would definitely think that she did it on purpose!

Because it seemed that Shen Xingluo was only two or three years younger than her, but Shen Xingluo actually called her aunt.

Xue'er, don't think too much, Xiao Luoluo only has the IQ of a five-year-old.

The old lady saw Gu Qingxue's embarrassment, and she quickly came out to smooth things over.

No, grandma.

The corner of her mouth twitched, and Gu Qingxue showed a decent smile.

Grandma, what are you holding in your hand? Is it delicious?

Standing up, Shen Xingluo stood up from Mo Yuchen's legs, came to the old lady's side, stretched out his neck.

There was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

The show has officially begun.

Hey, I seem to have seen this painting somewhere.

Putting her hand to her mouth and biting it lightly, she frowned and recalled it seriously.

As soon as she heard what she said, Gu Qingxue's face turned blue and white, her hands hanging by her sides clenched, and her body trembled slightly.

The already uncontrollable anger suddenly emerged from the top of his head, and he shouted emotionally at Shen Xingluo, You, what are you talking nonsense? How could you have seen this painting before!

Shen Xingluo's casual words will make everyone present think that the painting she gave to the old lady is fake, and even if it is a masterpiece, it is also fake.

With a frown on her face, Shen Xingluo hurriedly hid behind Old Mrs. Mo, and carefully tugged on the corner of Old Mrs. Mo's clothes, Oh, grandma, Luo Luo is afraid.

In fact, she had considered whether it would be more effective to say this to Mo Yuchen or Mrs. Mo.

The final result was Mrs. Mo.

After all, Mrs. Mo is the head of the Mo family.

Even Gu Qingxue put so much effort into trying to please her old man, so of course she had to follow closely.

She doesn't understand anything, why are you yelling at her?

Before Mrs. Mo could speak, Mo Yuchen saw Shen Xingluo trembling with fear and spoke coldly.

Gu Qingxue: ·······

She turned her head to look at Mo Yuchen, her pretty face full of disbelief.

She would never have imagined that Mo Yuchen would talk to her like this for a fool who had just arrived at Mo's house.

He did it on purpose, deliberately taking this opportunity to punish her for leaving in the first place!

That must be the case.

However, Mo Yuchen's eyes were full of indifference and alienation, and even looking at her seemed to stain his eyes.

Don't be afraid, Luo Luo. Sister Xue'er is just a little tired, that's why she talks to you like this.

After the old lady handed the painting to the servant, she took Shen Xingluo's hand and gently patted her cold little hand to soothe her emotions.

It seemed that the little girl was frightened, otherwise her hands wouldn't be so cold.

Grandma, don't be afraid of Luoluo, hehe.

Squinting his eyes, Shen Xingluo grinned stupidly, revealing his neat and reflective white teeth.

Then, she put away her smile and said to the old lady with a serious face, Grandma, Luoluo didn't lie. Luoluo has really seen this painting. Luoluo is a good child, and good children will not lie.

Luoluo, you have always said that you have seen this painting, then tell me, where have you seen it?

Gu Qingxue suppressed the urge in her heart to strangle Shen Xingluo and asked in a soft tone.

Well, think about it Luo Luo.

After thinking for three seconds, Shen Xingluo patted his head in realization, Yes, it was at the home of a friend of Luoluo's. There is such a painting hanging in his home.

You said your friend's house has it? This is Master Zhang's work. Do you think it can be bought by just one person?

Mo Ziqin, who was almost silent, couldn't help but defend Gu Qingxue.

She knew exactly what kind of person Sister Xueer was.

It’s clear who is lying.

But, I have really seen it. Husband, Luo Luozhen, I have really seen this painting. It is exactly the same.

With a small mouth, Shen Xingluo looked at Mo Yuchen in aggrieved manner.

Husband believes in you.

Mo Yuchen stretched out his hand, with a faint smile on his lips that was particularly reassuring.

Hey, my husband is the best.

Shen Xingluo put her hand in his broad palm with a happy expression.

In fact, she didn't expect that Mo Yuchen would give her such face.

Brother, Shen Xingluo is lying. Are you...

Mo Ziqin was extremely dissatisfied.

It was obviously Shen Xingluo who was lying!

you shut up.

Mo Yuchen interrupted her coldly.

Grandma, if you don't believe me, I'll call my friend. I didn't lie. Luo Luo won't lie to others.

Shen Xingluo looked at Old Mrs. Mo with a stubborn look on her face.

Okay, you call, here, you call your friend now!

Mo Ziqin took out his cell phone and handed it to Shen Xingluo.

She wanted to see how Shen Xingluo would fulfill this lie!

How can she still have friends if she is only mentally retarded?

He is probably also a fool!

Old Mrs. Mo took a deep look at Mo Ziqin. Originally, she wanted to stop it like this. If it continues, it would not be a good thing for Shen Xingluo or Gu Qingxue.

Unexpectedly, her granddaughter couldn't see the form clearly.

What's important is not whether the painting is real, what's important is that Mo Yuchen's heart is no longer with Gu Qingxue.

Oh, what a silly granddaughter she is.

If you hit, hit!

As if out of anger, Shen Xingluo took the phone from Mo Ziqin's hand and slowly pressed the number keys.

5,5 what's that?

Then, she scratched her head, looking confused.

Ah, 5568.

The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a sweet and confident smile.

A Mian, you have a beautiful painting at home, right?

Shen Xingluo raised his chin high and looked at Mo Ziqin sideways.

Tsk, what can a good-looking painting prove?

Mo Ziqin folded his hands disdainfully, and she waited for Shen Xingluo to be slapped hard in the face.

Okay, bring it.

After saying that, Shen Xingluo obediently handed the phone to Mo Yuchen, Hubby, A Mian asked for our home address, but I don't know.

Mo Yuchen reached out and took the phone from her hand, Address, No. 1, Qingshan, Huarong District.

Okay, thank you. I'll have the painting delivered right now.

After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone without giving Mo Yuchen a chance to speak.

As the beeping sound came from the phone, Mo Yuchen frowned unhappily. It turned out to be a man's voice!

He thought the friend Shen Xingluo was talking about was a child.

That person had clear logic and was obviously not the same kind of person as Shen Xingluo.

He raised his head and looked at Shen Xingluo, his deep black eyes showing displeasure.

Stay away from him from now on!

Shen Xingluo: ······

what's the situation?

Did A Mian say something to Mo Yuchen, or why did he change his attitude toward her in just a moment?

And said something like this.