Ziqianmo has just finished a wave of guilty feeling. He thinks it's not good to say "you take care of me" directly to Mo Dayan. Now it's time to be soft hearted and slack off, and he's caught in the trap unconsciously.

"There's nothing to worry about. The Chu capital gate is injured like that. What waves can it bring out?"

"Well." The routine is successful. I can't hold the corners of my lips.

"Even if there is something, there are still you." Ziqianmo strongly affirmed the strength of Mo Dayan's children's shoes.

After all, Zifu period master, after all, the ancient god body, after all, Tianyan chamber of Commerce president.

She has witnessed his ability.

"Well." Finished, the radian of the lips, completely unable to hold.

Little Momo's words, as if to give him a mouthful of honey, sweet from the mouth to the heart, comparable to the waterfall syrup!

Where's the sour taste?

It can make him sweet enough to explode in mid air like fireworks.

What rosefinch, what feather, it's nothing.

Rival to a fight, to two dry a pair!

Mo · contented · Yan, so with his big baby Mo, together out of the door of Mo Chen Pavilion.

Sure enough, zikun stood with both hands, waiting for them.

"The carriage to the palace, grandfather has been ready, three people more than enough." Zikun is smiling.

Loving eyes, from the good granddaughter's face swept.

Then, switch to respect and fall on the handsome face of Mo Yanda's president Shuai split sky.

Under this look, zikun was stunned.

My boss, all of his attention, is on his good granddaughter. His eyes are really spoiled.

Zikun

What happened?

How is this fat four?

Is he old, dazed, hallucinating?

Our president can't be so gentle!

Our president, that is a super big ghost animal! The wrist, the plot, the revenge, with no soft hand! How poisonous it is!

Who's going to tell him if the doting president has been taken away by some strange thing?!

"Well, Mohui... Master Mohui." Zikun's voice was a little hoarse. He raised his hand and wiped his sweating forehead

It's like you want to talk and stop.

Ah, how can I speak?

I asked you whether you were bent over or did you have a little interest in my granddaughter?

No matter how you ask, I think it's a little inappropriate.

So abrupt.

How embarrassing

Ah, if only brother Jin were here. The bald man didn't open the door. He asked for the top of the pot. He cooperated.

For the first time, the unkind Zi · old fox · Kun thought that his old bird was very useful and lovely.

Jin Ge'er, who is lifting weights and training muscles in Kunwu Pavilion, sneezed three times in a row.

"Why?" Mo Yan heard the voice, turned around, looked at zikun, cast a questioning look, "what's the matter with old Prime Minister zikun?"

Zikun: "I'm not sure."

WOW! Come and see! Face changing master!

Who is this serious man's paper? This high cold, serious expression, this quiet eyes, this is like the atmosphere of king.

Just now, I was robbed by something strange!

Right, right.

Sure enough, doting, warming oil and other things will never appear in Mo Hui people.

Only an old man like him, who loves his wife and is never too cold, can show that kind of expression.