Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 6192 The white moonlight in my heart (5)

Wen Lu seems to be very interested, or he will be extra patient when talking about doing business.

Along the way, he told her about the preparations to be made in the early stage of opening the store, and the pitfalls to avoid when opening the store. In short, he was really interested.

Nursery rhymes didn't intend to open a store at all, so she didn't listen to it at all, and responded perfunctorily.

She turned her head to look at the setting sun outside the car glass, which fell into the horizon little by little, and the last twilight of the sunset was also swallowed by the darkness. When the lights came on, the night in Ancheng fell again.

Together they went to pick up Momo from the nursery.

Only at the moment when he saw Mo Mo, Tong Yao's eyes were bright, like pearls.

She took a gentle step to hug Momo first, and listened to the little guy's chattering.

Mo Mo is also very happy, today his parents came to pick him up together!
Tong Yao carried Mo Mo into the car, she was afraid that Wen Lu would snatch Mo Mo, she hugged the little guy and refused to let go.

Just like the nursery rhyme just now, the nursery rhyme is lively and enthusiastic, talking to Mo Mo non-stop: "Baby, what did you learn today?"

"Apple, Apple, Apple." The little guy probably learned such a word and kept saying it to the nursery rhymes.

Nursery rhyme smiled: "Baby is very smart, did you eat seriously at noon today? Did you sleep seriously?"

Mo Mo nodded heavily: "Be obedient!"

The car is full of nursery rhymes and Mo Mo's voice.

Wen video is an outsider.

When the car drove to the suburbs, Mo Mo realized that he was not going home for dinner tonight.

Tong Yao takes Mo Mo's hand to get off the car.

Wen Lu led the way.

This is indeed a bamboo forest. The so-called restaurant is more like a resort, with everything in it, and the restaurant is just one of the services.

The dishes are also very distinctive, most of which are made of bamboo tableware, such as rice in bamboo tubes and steamed meat in bamboo leaves, which are very attractive.

Wen Lu picked the best private room. When you open the window, you will see a bamboo forest with leisurely green leaves and fresh air.

In front of the private room is an open space with fish ponds, hot springs, and potted plants.

At night, the stone street lamps illuminate the gravel path, which is very quiet.

Mo Mo likes it very much, he ran to the fish pond to watch the little fish while he was eating, and Tong Yao would look contentedly at Mo Mo who was playing outside by the window.

After a while, Momo was bitten by a mosquito, and threw herself into the nursery rhyme's arms with a mournful face: "Mum... itching."

Tong Yao looked carefully for him.

Wen Lu said: "You deserve it, you know there are a lot of mosquitoes outside and you still run outside, and if you run again, the mosquitoes eat you."

"Scary." Mo Mo said in a childish voice.

"Yes, mosquitoes like to eat children like you. Do you know that if you keep being bitten by mosquitoes, you will also become a mosquito?"

The nursery rhyme was white, and even his eyes couldn't stop Wen Lu from continuing.

She really wanted to kick Wen Lu out.

Momo was so frightened that he didn't say a word. He really hated mosquitoes. What if he turned into a mosquito?

Momo's scared and aggrieved expression made Wen Lu laugh, and Wen Lu laughed out loud, beckoning him into his arms.

Tong Yao went to the information desk to get mosquito repellent for Momo, and after wiping the little guy for a long time, the kid became happy again.

Nursery rhyme continued to eat, and Wen Lu teased the little guy for a long time.

She found that Wen Lu was very kind to Mo Mo, and his love for Mo Mo was sincere.

At that moment, a thought flashed through her mind, maybe... Maybe if you give Momo to him, he can agree to a divorce.

Every time divorce was mentioned, he reacted greatly. It was nothing more than that she wanted to take Mo Mo away, and Wen Mo was the eldest son of Wen and the heir of the Wen family. How could their family let their blood flow outside.

(End of this chapter)