Chapter 488

He saw that Dad ate so delicious, maybe it was that one that was especially delicious.

He regretted a little and licked his lips.

Zhou Yanchen naturally saw his son's careful thinking.

The lovely appearance made him soft hearted. Thinking of the villain in Mo Xi Ran's stomach, he felt that his heart was stagnant again.

"It's all the same. You eat this." Then he put a new one on the plate in front of Meng baozi.

Meng baozi looks at the meat bun and the non night around him.

"Non night, do you eat meat buns?"

Feiye doesn't like meat buns as much as mengbaozi. He gently shakes his head and says, "no, you eat."

"Meng baozi tooted his mouth and pushed the dish forward." then I won't eat any more

Zhou Yanxi low smile, asked him: "small bag, why not eat at night, you do not eat ah?"

Meng baozi's face turned red and faltered: "I have no stomach at night. It's good-looking. I have a stomach

Said, he chagrined to touch his small round belly, "not good-looking."

"Ha ha."

What he said made people laugh again.

Old lady Zhou really liked this great grandson, so she got up and came over, and kissed Meng baozi in the face, and then non night.

"Both look good, both look good."

Meng baozi smiles shyly and quietly holds non night's hand.

Non night looking at him, also smile.

The two brothers have a good relationship, even better.

Zhou Yanchen's face was also tinged with a faint smile. It was beautiful, and now it was even more charming.

Mo West dyed sour nose, can only peek at him, heart heavy sigh.

After dinner, Mrs. Zhou asked moxiran to sit down and eat more fruit. Zhou Yanchen went upstairs and went into the study, saying that there were still company affairs to deal with.

Mo Xiran followed Zhou Yanchen all the way until he turned to the corner of the second floor.

Looking back, I was looking at the smiling eyes of Zhou Yanxi and old lady Zhou.

She shyly lowered her head and held her hand by Zhou Yanxi. "Look, Xixi is still like a new daughter-in-law. She is always shy."

Old lady Zhou said lovingly: "seeing that you have such a good relationship with ah Chen, we are all happy for you."

Feeling good?

He's angry with her now and doesn't pay any attention to her in the room.

Mo West dye is really suffering words, can only squeeze out a smile perfunctory.

Slender and white fingers pinched the brow, looked at the desk with a wry smile.

After reading two pages for an hour, I still don't know what it says.

Moving his chair back, he stood up.

Step towards the French window, the night is heavy outside.

At hand are his cigarette case and lighter.

His addiction to smoking is very big, which is ridiculous. Xiaohan has repeatedly reminded him to smoke less or give up.

At that time, he thought he loved her, but he never took her words to heart.

On the contrary, after dyeing with Mo Xi, she didn't mean to mention it, but he remembered it.

Since then, they have smoked very little.

It's like now, the restless official accumulation, one, relieve fatigue.

Pick up the cigarette box and lighter, draw out one, will ignite for a moment, suddenly give up.

Turn to your side and put the cigarette case and lighter into the garbage can not far away.

She's pregnant. He shouldn't smoke.

Take advantage of this time, give up completely.

Thinking, it's self mockery.

He cares so much, what about her?

Do you care?

"Dong Dong."

When I miss her, the door behind me is knocked.

Across the door, you can also feel the man's care.

"Come in," he said in a deep voice as he fixed the door

Outside, it's really Moxican.

She carried a tray with fruit and tea on it.

Take a deep breath and push the door open with your elbow.

Zhou Yanchen was tall and straight, standing in front of the French window with his back to her.

Even if she came in, he didn't look back.

Bit the lower lip, Mo Xi ran approached and put the tray on the table.

"I've got fruit and tea. Have some while you read the papers."

He didn't speak, he didn't respond.

Mo Xi Ran is a little flustered, such a situation.

It seems that at the beginning, he pulled Kuba wildly. No matter how flattering she was, he was still unmoved.

From time to time, I have to say something poisonous.

But it was different. She hoped that now he would have a poisonous tongue rather than silence.

The breath is shallow and light.

Zhou Yanchen from the French window glass reflection, has been deeply coagulating her.

Even clearly see the wrinkles between her eyebrows.Want to reach out to smooth, and then hold her in his arms.

But, No.

He had to teach her a lesson and make her obedient from now on.

She doesn't go, and he doesn't move.

Tired of standing, Mo xican holds the table.

Zhou Yanchen twisted his eyebrows, finally turned around, looked at her, and said in a deep voice, "go there and sit down."

He's talking about the sofa.

Mo West dye mouth light hook, slowly walked to sit down.

And just as I sat down, I suddenly let out a low cry.

"What's the matter?" He strode up, squatted in front of her and saw her turn white.

"Legs, legs." Mo West dye small face wrinkled into a bun, pointing to the calf, "cramped."

Frowning, he reached out and pinched her calf.

The strength is just right, and the technique is very skillful.

After a while, the cramp relieved until it disappeared.

But she didn't say that she was greedy for this moment.

Zhou Yanchen estimated that it was almost done, released his hand and stood up.

"Ah Chen!" She subconsciously held his finger, pathetic: "not yet."

Her lies are known at a glance.

Zhou Yanchen said in a cold voice: "no, I knead it myself."

When she was stunned, tears came into her eyes.

Let go of hand, low Mou is looking at own shoe tip.

He looked down at the top of her hair, and the little body was pathetic.

If normal, a grievance is not willing to give her, others give, can desperately.

Now, ten, it's up to him to give it to her.

I just hope his little wife can remember it.

No, not yet.

That's the beginning.

"Just go out if you have nothing to do. I have to look at the papers."

"You're lying!" Mo West dye is angry, stare at him, "you have no document to want to see at all!"

Zhou Yanchen sneered, went to the table, twisted up the papers on the table and shook, "this is not it."

"There's no hurry at all." Mo Xi ran frowned, thinking she didn't know anything?

She's his secretary!

What documents are important and what are not?

"You just want to avoid me, don't you?" With a bitter smile, she stood up, "you don't want to see me, you don't have to."

She raised her hand to cover her eyes.

Just a little, just a little, all previous achievements are wasted.

Zhou Yanchen pinched the corner of the document and said, "go out."

Mo Xi ran can't believe it, put down his hand.

No response?

A big break in my heart. It's over!

This time, it's really over!

Indignant turn around, she ran out of the study.

The door "bang!" I fell.

Zhou Yanchen grinned bitterly, threw the document on the table, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

It's hard to be angry with her.

Looking at the tray, the tea is cold, snacks and fruits are his favorite, but also carefully put the toothpick and tissue.

He twisted up a piece and ate it. He drank all the tea and took a few mouthfuls of the fruit.

Dawdling in the study until more than 10 o'clock, thinking that she should go to bed, he went back to the bedroom.

On one side of the bed nestled her petite, quilt covered tightly.

I don't know if it's crying?