Chapter 799

Early in the morning, Su Mo Han didn't get up yet. As a result, she heard the maid in the living room outside repeatedly reminding her: "madam, be careful..."

"Ma'am, why don't you let it be?"

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Su Mo Han frowned and sat up. He looked at the empty bed beside him. He couldn't help wringing his eyebrows. He seemed dissatisfied with his deep sleep.

However, he has not been relaxed recently. Ye Feifei died half of his life every now and then. Ye Tiancheng and song Zhenhai, a group of old people who are unwilling to be lonely, change their ways all day long. In addition, Xiang Tianqi, who is not satisfied with his eyes, is eyeing him fiercely, which makes his life extremely enriched!

Su Mohan went out in her pajamas. As soon as she walked out of the bedroom, she saw Ye Fei standing on the chair, not flexible enough to pick their wedding photos.

Looking around, one of the wedding photos on the other side as a light box has obviously been removed by her, and other wedding photos made of oil paintings have been packed into boxes on the ground.

Su Mo Han stepped forward and waved back the servant and helped Ye Fei to prevent her from falling down.

Su Mo Han some don't understand, other women's pregnancy is not eating, sleeping? How can the small things of my family be so tossed about

Aware of the strength of her legs, ye Fei looks down at Su Mohan. At the same time, the two meter long photo frame is directly smashed at her from the wall.

"Ah --"

She put her hands on the edge of the sofa and put her hands on the edge of the sofa.

Ye Fei rubbed some red and swollen hands, her eyes leaped over Su Mo Han and fell on the photo frame on the floor, pursed her lips and did not speak.

Su Mohan turns and walks forward and picks up the photo frame. He takes a look at the two people who are smiling happily. Fortunately, although the photo frame falls on the ground, the photos inside are not affected. Just mount it again.

Su Mo Han took the photo frame and looked at the cardboard box full of wedding photos on the ground. The eyes of Ye Fei were sharp and sharp: "is it eye-catching?"

Ye Fei moved her eyes and didn't speak, staring at her red wrist and ignoring him.

Su Mo Han's eyes raised a touch of anger, looking at several servants around him in a deep voice: "hang back!"

"Yes, young master."

Smell speech, ye Fei's small face wrinkled into a bun, full of complaints looking at the man in front of him, Su Mo Han's face is still very heavy, the firmness of the eyes has no room for relaxation.

Seeing her efforts in the early morning, ye Fei quickly ran down from the sofa, hugged the biggest one, looked at Su Mohan and said, "this one can't work."

"Reason." Su Mo Han's eyebrows are twisted into a Sichuan character, if it is not less than three months, he must give this little thing a lesson to see.

Ye Fei is holding the picture frame and mumbling, but she is not allowed to hang it on the wall.

Seeing her standing in the same place and refusing to give up, Su Mo Han squints her eyes and walks towards her step by step. Ye Fei lowers her head and does not dare to look at him. She steps back a little bit.

The place where the photo frame fell was next to the wall. Ye Fei stepped back and pasted it on the wall.