Chapter 4

"Young master, are you back? Er Miss Joe

Aunt Li, who was still smiling on her face, saw Qiao Mohan behind Nian Nanchen, and her smile froze.

"Godmother!"

Without paying attention to Aunt Li's ugly face, Qiao Mo's sweet voice sounded like a lark. Then, he rushed to Zhao Yalan's arms and rushed to her.

As soon as she saw that she was her favorite daughter-in-law, Zhao Yalan quickly changed her face and ignored the existence of Qiao Mu Wan. She raised her hand and pinched Qiao Mo Han's little nose.

"You little girl, just know to come to see godmother!"

"No, I want to be a godmother too, just..."

Because of the new year's wedding, qiaomo Han is always not happy recently, so that she didn't take part in her sister's wedding.

"It's not about Mohan. I've been so busy that I forgot to bring her back!"

A low voice, raised placidly.

Looking for the voice, Nian Nanchen's slender body came to her.

Directly ignore the existence of Qiao Mu late, year south Chen straight hand, no taboo embrace Qiao Mo contain waist.

"Mom, if you really like Mohan, I'll bring her back every day!"

Standing side by side with Qiao Mo Han Deng, Nian Nanchen's tall and straight body makes Qiao Mo Han more and more delicate.

And Qiao Mo Han, who has a coquettish face, also shrinks in Nian Nan Chen's arms, just like a couple in love.

"Well, Nanchen, you can bring Mohan home every day. Anyway, looking at Mohan is better than looking at someone. I don't know how many times it is!"

Zhao Ya LAN means to have to point to of say, the sharp Mou light is penetrating the sharp edge of hit in Qiao Mu late that a complexion pale is like the face of the ghost.

Listen to Zhao Ya Lan's words, Qiao Mo contain also arrogant rise.

That raised chin was like a fight with Joe.

"Come on, Mohan, tell Ganma what you like to eat. Ganma asks Aunt Li to make it for you!"

Did not pay attention to the body, like a nail like Qiao Mu late, said, Zhao Yalan took Qiao Mo Han went to the kitchen there.

Did not go to take care of the meaning of Qiao Mu late, year south Chen is pulling the tie that oneself wore on wedding yesterday casually.

The white satin tie was thrown on the ground like garbage, and then a white shoe was trampled on it mercilessly.

Looking at the action of Nian Nanchen, Qiao Mu feels that he has been slapped mercilessly.

Turning a blind eye to the little face without blood color, Nian Nanchen raised the corner of his mouth in disdain when he passed her --

"I like the position of the young granny very much, don't I? Then you will sit down for me

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"Mr. Li, the old lady called today and asked you to go back to the old house before six o'clock on Sunday evening!"

Assistant Lu Linchuan was driving with his eyes fixed, looking at the man in the night through the rearview mirror.

The car shuttles under the neon lights. When it's on, the dim light sets off the angular features, which are particularly deep and firm.

Li Qishen, wearing only a white shirt, put his slender fingers lightly on his lips and glared out of the window with an air of not seeing through what he was thinking.

The thoughtful man in the back seat gave himself a response. Lu straightened up and shrunk his mouth, then added -

"the old lady said that there was something important to tell you."

Seems to hear some impatience, that wipe almost with the night of the man, slightly back to the line of sight.

With the gradual appearance of the arrogant outline, the deep and bottomless eyes, like gullies, reflect the brilliant light of obsidian.

Lu Linchuan was extremely disturbed by the cold look in his eyes. He quickly explained: "Mr. Li, I told my husband that you are busy with work recently, but the old lady insisted that you go back to your old house, so..."

"Huishui Pavilion!"

At the same time, Li Qishen puts his dark eyes like the sea in the changing night scene outside the window.