Chapter 1708

"Now?" Zheng Mohong was stupefied. He didn't know why he looked at him.

When Mo Chengxian saw that he was serious, he didn't seem to think about it at all. He wanted him to talk about Zheng Yan's marriage. For a while, he didn't know how to open his mouth.

It's time for Mo Chengxian's breakfast.

His body is not as good as it used to be. He has to eat and live regularly.

Mo Cheng Xian hale and hearty eyes micro flash, slowly open lips: "you come so early, should not have breakfast, as well as together."

"Don't make it! My Lord, where dare we disturb you like this? Go to eat first, and we will wait for you here. " Zheng Mohong repeatedly refused.

In fact, he is not a pedantic person, nor much emphasis on status.

It's just the admonition handed down by the ancestors and the respect for the master of the Mo family. It's like it's engraved in the bone. It can't be changed for a while.

Mo Chengxian, looking over him, looks at Zheng Yan: "girl, how about you?"

"I'll be with the old master." Zheng Yan's clever way.

"Well." Mo Chengxian nodded with satisfaction.

Zheng Mohong didn't return to his mind. Zheng Yan has come to Mo Chengxian and is ready to push the wheelchair for him.

Zheng Mohong was in a hurry.

"Yan Yan, you can't make a fool of yourself!"

"Well, I like this girl. She's very careless. I don't eat people. What's wrong with having breakfast with me?" Mo Chengxian glances at Zheng Mohong.

Zheng Mohong is silent.

After thinking about it, it seems that Zheng Yan, a younger generation, has the courage to eat with Mo Chengxian. If he doesn't go there, he feels his nose and follows her to the restaurant.

"Yanyan is young. I'm afraid she can't take good care of the owner. I'd better come in person!"

Mo Chengxian's face is still, but his eyes are covered with a smile.

Say nothing. Let the housekeeper have breakfast.

Yu Yuehan is in hospital. Nian Xiaomu must stay with him in the hospital.

Qi Yangang proposed successfully. He held Tan beng in his arms all night. Now, it's estimated that both of them were too tired to get up.

At this time, there is no one but them.

There are only four people on the table.

Rectangular dining table, ink Xian sitting in the main seat.

Mo Yongheng sits on his right hand, while Zheng Yan and Zheng Mohong sit on his left.

The food on the table is not rich, but it is also delicate and delicious.

White rice porridge, fried bean milk, and some small dishes and snacks

"If you can't get used to it, you can make the kitchen prepare something else." Ink is the way of being considerate.

Hearing this, Zheng Mohong quickly stood up and waved.

"I don't need to. I'm used to eating. We usually do the same at home."

"Why do you stand up? It's just breakfast. Don't let the younger generation see jokes. " Mo Chengxian's voice was faint, a dark reminder.

Zheng Mahong looks up at the ink eternity sitting opposite him and sits down silently.

A good breakfast.

In addition to Zheng Yan's inability to reach a small dish in the middle of the journey, Mo Yongheng has sandwiched it for her several times, except for pouring her a cup of soymilk.

Zheng Mohong just looked at the whole process with dry eyes. He was not angry in the face of ink.

But later, when Zheng Yan wanted to eat anything, he took the first step.

"When you eat your food, your daughter is so old. Naturally someone will take care of you. You can't take care of her for the rest of your life?" Mo Chengxian suddenly opens his lips, a pun.

Zheng Mohong takes chopsticks by hand and opens his mouth subconsciously.

"As a father, I always feel that my daughter is still young."