When I came out of the study, it was already close to one o'clock in the morning.
Glancing at Su Huanhuan, who just stuffed herself into the sofa, Mo Jia turned to leave, but her steps were delayed.
He turned around again, hesitated, and then gently picked her up and put her on the big bed in the bedroom. Huan Huan didn't sleep very well. She liked to wrap herself in quilts, and when she got to the bed, she wrapped herself up like a baby.
Like a silkworm cocoon, I put my head in it and fell asleep.
It was obviously a big bed that could accommodate three or four people, but it was dominated by her alone. Mojia stood beside the bed, turned around calmly and returned to the study.
"Haha, Chifeng likes her."
At some point, the red wind that should have flown away long ago was lying on his desk with its head propped up on its paws and its two little feet raised leisurely.
Mojia didn't expect it to go back honestly and obediently. He just glanced at it with lowered eyes, then lay down on the sofa, with his hands behind his head, and his long hair scattered casually, like an enchanting black peony.
Chifeng fluttered her little wings, flew over and sat on the coffee table next to her, blinking her big foggy eyes, and said worriedly, "But if you don't marry her, you will be in danger!"
Mo Jia's slightly lowered eyes slowly opened, "How long will it take?"
Chi Feng clasped three fingers and counted repeatedly, "It's no more than 40 days!" It flew over and sat directly on Mo Jia's chest, "You can't handle it on your own, only she can help you. Although Chi Feng
Feng Ye likes her quite a lot, but I still don’t want anything to happen to you!”
Chifeng was a little confused.
"I will find a way." He turned over again, obviously not wanting to continue this topic.
"Hey~" Chifeng shook his head helplessly. He knew Mojia's temper very well, and no one could dissuade him from what he decided. He suddenly fluttered his wings and flew towards the window, "Then be careful!"
The study suddenly became quiet.
Mojia was lying on his side, facing inward, with a pair of dark eyes, as bright as Tatsuko. A trace of red light, in the pupils, enchantment grew and bloomed wantonly...
When Huanhuan opened her eyes, it was already bright. She yawned and sat up from the bed. She looked around suspiciously and brushed her messy hair.
Didn't she sleep on the sofa last night?
Suddenly, Mojia's warning rang in his ears, "This place is very big, you can sleep wherever you want, except for the bed in the bedroom."
Except, that bed!
Huanhuan jumped to the ground suddenly, and when she saw the high-end bed that she had ravaged, a small face immediately stepped down.
Oh my God, she couldn't have crawled into someone's bed in the middle of the night, right?!
It's over, it's over, Mo Jia must feel that she is thinking about him again!
Just when Huanhuan was feeling annoyed, the door opened and Sister Zhong walked in, and thoughtfully brought her new clothes.
Seeing the messy quilt and half of the quilt wrapped around Huan Huan, she finally smiled with satisfaction.
The young master has a mysophobia. If it weren't for that kind of intimate relationship, how could he allow Huanhuan to sleep in his bed? It seems that she can return to the old man.
"Young Madam, why are you standing here? Quickly freshen up and get ready to go downstairs for breakfast." Sister Zhong said softly, calling her Young Madam, but looking at Huanhuan, she looked like she was looking at a child who had not grown up.
Much gentler.
"Uh, Sister Zhong, where's Mo, Mo Jia?" Huanhuan blushed and asked awkwardly.
"Master Sheng is back. The young master is downstairs and talking to him."
"Mo Sheng?" When Huanhuan heard that it was Mo Sheng, she quickly took care of herself as quickly as possible and ran directly downstairs.
In the living room, Mojia stood in front of the window, with his hands in his pockets. His black hair was casually scattered behind his head, occasionally swaying slightly with the breeze, creating a somewhat seductive charm.
Mo Sheng was sitting on the sofa, wearing a black simple suit, which exuded the unruly chicness all over him. Holding the coffee in his hand, he took a sip, put down the cup, pursed his thin lips, and said, "Groom, I will change in one day."
If you have two brides, I’m afraid no one will be as lucky as you.”
Mojia slowly turned around, and the sun shone in from his back, covering him in a dazzling luster. Ignoring the other party's teasing, he asked directly, "I didn't see you last night, where were you?"
"Why? Do you miss me so much?" Mo Sheng smiled and said lazily, "That ceremony is prepared for you. It's enough to have those old guys come and join in the fun. I don't want to waste my time on it."
While he was talking, a stunning flash of orange-red flashed across the stairs, and all of them rushed in front of Mo Sheng, "Mo Sheng!"
"Hey, hey, hey, be careful!" Mo Sheng quickly stood up, grabbed the person who was rushing over, and looked at her with a smile.
An orange-red sleeveless dress and a pair of silver stiletto sandals, a very simple outfit, but it is particularly eye-catching on her. Moreover, only her fair and creamy skin can match such a charming figure.
Her orange-red hair, shoulder-length hair, tied into a ponytail, made her look youthful and beautiful, full of passionate life.
He smiled and said, "It's only been one day, and my little assistant has become a bride?"
Huanhuan was about to explain this to him, but she quickly bowed her head and admitted her mistake, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it happened so suddenly, I really didn't have the chance to tell you."
Mo Sheng extended a helping hand when she needed help the most. Although he was the second young master of the Mo family, he had no airs about her. He rarely made friends, and there was always something about Mo Sheng that was different from friends.
of intimacy.
But in the eyes of another person, such a harmonious and loving picture has a completely different meaning.
Seeing his nominally newlywed wife rush into the arms of another man early in the morning, and being so gorgeously ignored by her, Mojia's eyes suddenly turned cold. He leaned there, watching with cold eyes, slightly stunned.
Anger filled my chest, and the masculinity in my bones sometimes caused trouble.
"When you marry me, do you need to explain it to others?" He said calmly, a little carelessly.
Huanhuan was startled and said quickly, "Mo Sheng is my boss. I left without saying goodbye. Of course I have to ask for leave from him!"
Her explanation was reasonable, but Mojia just didn't buy it, "I am the general manager of M.O., if you want to ask for leave, should you ask me first?"
"Uh..." Huanhuan was speechless for a moment.
Mo Sheng looked back, stared at him, and smiled meaningfully, "Why, are you unhappy that your wife works as my special assistant?"
Wife?
This word made Huanhuan blush and quickly pull off his sleeve, "Hey, are you kidding me?"
Her natural and affectionate attitude really irritated Mojia.
He raised his eyes, looked directly at Mo Sheng, and said indifferent and cold words, "That's right."