Chapter 933

So an Qing is not worried about not finding the father of the so-called child.

Mother Fang nodded.

She said that as long as she could get the money, even if an Qing asked her to do anything.

She can do anything.

An Qing's face showed an unpredictable smile: "in addition, I want you to do one more thing."

"What's the matter?" Fang's mother looked at an Qing, and there was no nervous look on her face.

Anyway, this woman is dealing with Fang Yuan.

It's not against them.

So she doesn't need to worry at all.

Just help this woman with her daughter.

You'll get a lot of money then.

An Qing whispered a word in Fang's mother's ear.

Mother Fang's face suddenly changed.

"This Is that too much? "

"Don't worry. You just have to do what I say."

In an Qing's indifferent sight, Fang's mother still nodded.

Everything is for that man.

Even if it's giving everything, she's willing.

……

Mohism.

Fang Yuan stretched a stretch and looked at the man lying on his side, with a happy smile on his face.

Barefoot on the ground, Nightgown skirt hanging in the knee, was about to turn out, but behind him came a low voice.

"Where to?"

Fang Yuan turns around and sees Mo Jincheng lying on the white sheet, as if he is a colorful brush.

The sunlight outside the window shines on his cheek, reflecting a perfect silhouette on one side of the wall.

Quiet time slowly leak, quiet and beautiful.

It's also a good choice to live a quiet life in this way.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

She replied sweetly.

Beautiful eyes gently turn, as if to bloom out of infinite light.

Mo Jincheng's throat is tight, and he looks at Fang Yuan silently.

Like a contented child.

"I'm hungry," he whispered

"Then I'll see if the meal is ready?"

"I just want to eat you."

Mo Jincheng looks directly at Fang Yuan's eyes.

Fang Yuan looks at Mo Jincheng silently.

Think of the scene of blushing last night.

Mo Jincheng gets up in pain and holds her gently.

As if nothing had happened.

He said, "sleep!"

Go to sleep!

Ha ha!

She's all restless. How can she sleep.

It really pissed her off.

However, Fang Yuan also knows that Mo Jincheng has endured a lot.

So I can only hold Mo Jincheng's arm and close my eyes silently.

In fact, in this matter, he is more painful than himself.

"Stop it!"

Fang Yuan stepped back reflexively and said solemnly, "you are playing with fire, do you know?"

Then he turned and went to the bathroom.

After going to the toilet, Fangyuan walks out of the bathroom.

See Mo Jincheng has got up.

Standing at the window, naked.

Out of the window, big beams of sunlight sprinkle on him. Under his thin short hair, a pair of eye-catching eyes, even in the blazing sunlight, he can hold the attention of Fang Yuan all of a sudden.

Along with that handsome to the extreme eyes, slowly slide, eyes gradually fall on the eight abdominal muscles.

Beautiful body, in the warm sun, like a wonderful movie in full bloom.

Let Fang Yuan enjoy it.

It is not until he comes into contact with Mo Jincheng's ambiguous eyes that Fang Yuan suddenly realizes that he has gone too far looking at Mo Jincheng's body.

He quickly lowered his head and went to the door: "I'm going down."

Then he went to the stairs with a red face.

Oh, shit.

Her male god is so beautiful!

It's so beautiful that I feel like my little heart is going to explode.

Bang bang!

Every sound is like a bright fireworks.

"Miss, why is your face so red?" The housekeeper asked with concern, "do you have a fever?"

Fang Yuan quickly touched his cheek, only to find that his cheek was red and hot.

"No," she said, shaking her head

"That's..."

The housekeeper asked with a clear smile.

Square circle

I always think the housekeeper is on purpose.

The housekeeper has turned around and started to set the tableware. Fang Yuan has to follow the housekeeper to the restaurant.Looking at the rich breakfast on the table, Fang Yuan said sincerely: "hard work, Mr. housekeeper."

Mr. Butler, who has worked in Mohist school all his life and even regarded it as his own duty, suddenly heard Fang Yuan's thanks and was stunned.

In the old eyes, there is a flash of tears.

Fang Yuan was stunned: "that Mr. Butler, did I say something wrong? "

Mr. Butler shook his head: "no, Miss Fang didn't say anything wrong. It's just that you are the first one to say thank you to me in so many years, so..."

Fang Yuan didn't know what to say.

I can only stare at the housekeeper.

Mr. housekeeper wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and said with a smile, "I really let you see the joke. I don't mean to complain about this sentence, but I have been working in Mohism all the time, so I have regarded Mohism as my own home, and we are also regarded as a part of Mohism, so I won't be polite to you usually."

"Oh, look what I'm talking about."

The housekeeper didn't know what he wanted to say.

Just really happy.

I'm glad that Mo Jincheng met such a clever and sensible child.

Very happy, really happy!

At this time, Mo Jincheng's lazy voice came from the stairs.

"What's for today?"

The housekeeper looked up at Mo Jincheng, who was standing at the entrance of the stairs. With a smile on his lips, he went to the kitchen.

Mo Jincheng looked at the housekeeper strangely and asked, "what is the old man laughing at?"

Fang Yuan: "I don't know."

Anyway, the housekeeper seems very excited.

"All right."

Mo Jincheng's attention turns to Fang Yuan.

Every moment is different.

He's always addicted.

Just like the circle standing in front of him at the moment.

There is a warm light on the body.

She picked up the spoon and served a bowl of porridge for Mo Jincheng.

When I raise my eyes, I find that the sight of Mo Jincheng has been lingering on my body.

In a daze.

What's the matter?

Is there anything on her face?

Fang Yuan touched her cheek subconsciously.

Mo Jincheng grabs Fang Yuan's hand and takes her to his arms.

Enchanting eyes, deeply looking at the square.

Slender and powerful fingers, gently pressing the wrist, with indescribable temptation and provocation.

Fang Yuan's body was tight, and the bowl in his hand almost overturned.

Mo Jincheng smiles and puts the bowl in her hand on the table.

The eyes look deep at the square.

The blazing fireworks can almost devour his whole body.

Fang Yuan looks at Mo Jincheng's eyes with some fear.

Why is this person's mood always so high?

The square is very difficult to understand.