Chapter 882

Jiang family.

Fang Qing looks at the magazine on the desk. Suddenly, she hears the sound of opening the door. She suddenly looks back and looks at the magazine again. She jumps up, carries the magazine and goes out angrily. But when she sees that Mo Jincheng is opening the door, not Fang Yuan, she hides the magazine behind her.

What's going on?

Shouldn't my sister come back at this time?

How is mo Jincheng?

And why does he have the key here?

"Eat at our house."

Mo Jincheng said in a mellow voice.

I didn't see the magazine Fang Qing was in a hurry to hide.

Fang Qing "Oh" two, just reaction, Mo Jincheng said is to go to our home to eat.

Our family?

Who is he with.

"No, why should I go to your house for dinner?"

"Your sister is waiting outside."

Mo Jincheng replied impatiently.

Turn around and go out.

Fang Qing saw the crisis has been lifted, hurriedly took out the magazine in his hand, and rushed to make complaints about the back of the ink Cheng Cheng.

In front of my sister, it's like a meek kitten.

Turn around to sister-in-law this attitude?

No patience at all.

Well.

Put the magazine roll in your hand into your bag. Fang Qing takes the key and goes to the door.

Discover

Mo Jincheng has gone.

Damn it.

Can't you wait?

Oh, Hello, can her sister escape.

Unwilling to be taken to Mohism, Fang Yuan tried several times to tell the man that she had other people's children in her stomach.

But seeing this man's pure smile like a child, Fang Yuan couldn't bear it.

Following Mo Jincheng into Mohism, Fang Yuan was stunned.

Compared with before, it's totally different.

The well-dressed servants stood in two rows at the door, calling respectfully, "welcome back, sir."

The luxurious living room is just like a mistake.

The splendid decoration of gold coins gives people the illusion of going to the palace.

Polished floor, set off the center of the large chandelier.

When the wind blows, it makes a ringing sound, like a pleasant sound.

Following Mo Jincheng's steps, Fang Yuan walks slowly to the restaurant.

There are all kinds of dishes on the super long oval table.

At the table, a housekeeper in a housekeeper's uniform stood and looked at Fang Yuan with a smile.

One by one, he said, "I know that my husband is going to take girls home, so let the chefs of the eight major cuisines of our family come up with their own good dishes!"

Fang Yuan was a little stunned, feeling like a new year.

No!

It's not as big a battle as their family!

Fang Yuan looks at Mo Jincheng with some tears and smiles. "Is this a foreign guest's reception?"

"No Mo Jincheng looks at Fang Yuan's eyes affectionately, "this is the specification of the hostess."

Hostess three words, gently fall on the heart.

Let her body a shock, eyes like a water mist, Yingying like water.

The inner shame is deeper and deeper.

How to tell him!

"Wow, this dog food, I'm also unlucky!"

The late Fang Qing came in with a smile, pretending to be disgusted and said, "I understand. Although my brother-in-law asked me to come to dinner, he actually asked me to eat dog food."

Fang Yuan was flushed by Fang Qing's brother-in-law.

On the contrary, the smile on Mo Jincheng's face is deeper.

I like this honest sister-in-law.

"Eat."

Mo Jincheng smiles and takes the initiative to open the chair.

Fang Yuan sat down with a smile and looked at the ground with embarrassment.

Fang Qing is not stupid. He knows that he should avoid it at this time.

So he said to the housekeeper, "Uncle housekeeper, I'll go to the kitchen and see if there are any leftovers, OK?"

The housekeeper nodded with a smile and looked at the little girl in a different way.

I thought it was a smash.

You know, this is a time when their husband brought back the girl.

But it must not be scared away.

Mo Jincheng looks at the housekeeper.

The housekeeper understood and led the eight chefs to leave the table.

Suddenly, there were only two of them left.

Mo Jincheng picked up the red wine and asked a gentleman, "drink?"

Fang Yuan immediately shook his head nervously.

Don't drink bars when you're pregnant.Although she has decided

"Actually, I'm not very good at speaking..."

Mo Jincheng shocked Fang Yuan as soon as he opened his mouth.

He can't speak. Who else in the world can speak.

Mo Jincheng looks at Fang Yuan unnaturally. For the first time, he feels that some scenes are difficult for him to adapt to.

Especially when it's really emotional.

In the past, when I was acting, I could easily handle any scene.

Even such a love scene, he is easy to complete.

But now when he became the protagonist of his life, he didn't expect that many words to be said would become so difficult.

Because it's too precious.

So I'm afraid of breaking it.

So I'm afraid to scare Fang Yuan away after I say it.

So you have to be careful.

However, he felt that he could not wait any longer.

Fang Qing, who was eating in the kitchen, saw that the housekeeper was sticking to the door and was furtive. He asked in silence, "what are you doing?"

The housekeeper turned to see Fang Qing and said with a smile, "the president is going to propose."

Propose?!

Fang Qing's eyes suddenly widened.

How come there was no sign before?

"Is it too sudden?"

The housekeeper said with a smile, "ha ha, it's not sudden at all. That's what my husband does. It makes you feel like he told you all of a sudden, but in fact, he has made plans in his heart for several times."

Outside -

Mo Jincheng poured himself a glass of wine and gently shook the goblet with his slender fingers.

Dark red liquid, shake in the cup to swing, like poppy as attractive.

He tried to open his mouth, but found that it was not so simple at all.

A light sip, the sweet red wine, slowly slide down the throat, my mind and think of that afternoon, sitting in front of the huge transparent glass window, that helpless back!

"Fang Yuan, marry me!"

He says abruptly, the whole person still maintains the posture of half closed eyes.

It's like drinking tea and wine.

Fang Yuan's chopsticks fell to the ground with a click.

Does this man know what he's talking about?

"Mo Jincheng!"

She looked at him solemnly.

"You're drunk!"

"I only had one sip."

Mo Jincheng got up, went to Fang Yuan's side, bent down, looked at Fang Yuan's eyes seriously, and said: "I love you, I want to marry you, I want to give you a family."

Eyes firm, breathing gently sprinkled on the round cheek, that pair of deep eyes, at the moment, even some red.

Fang Yuan's heart slightly moved, almost couldn't help nodding.

However, at the thought of the belly of the child, heavy guilt like a vine entangled her body.

"No way."

"Why?"

Mo Jincheng is aggressive.

The eyes are sharp.

Fang Yuan avoided his eyes and said, "because in my stomach..."