The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 332 I want to go back to the entertainment circle, praise me

Oops.

I got angry.

Chu Yao stared at the home clothes that matched his trousers. The black one was his usual style.

But isn't the one on her quite well-behaved?Even more conservative.

A stream of light flashed across her eyes, and it quickly disappeared, and the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened.

When going out, Mo Tingshen stood on the balcony smoking a cigarette, with one hand in his trouser pocket, his back facing the cloakroom.

Without saying a word, Chu Yao took away his cigarette and extinguished it in the ashtray, "You have a bad stomach, don't smoke."

Mo Tingshen's face was dark, and he couldn't see any emotion.

"Where do you want to live?"

"You refurbished that set."

As soon as she said that, Mo Tingshen took his coat and put it on, "Let's go."

Downstairs, the smell of chicken soup came from the kitchen.

Both Mo Li and Mo Suizhi were in the dining room, and Mo Suizhi was talking to the kitchen staff about the dishes for lunch. Thanks to being a medicine jar since childhood, he knew some pharmacology, and there were no contradictory medicinal ingredients in the several medicinal meals he ordered.

"That's all, make it lighter, and remember to skim off the oil on the chicken soup."

He gave the medicinal meal list to the servant, and was about to say something to Mo Li, when he looked over Mo Li's shoulder and looked in the direction of the living room.

"Brother, little waist."

Mo Suizhi saw that Mo Tingshen was wearing formal clothes, "Brother, are you going out?"

Mo Tingshen: "Take Xiao Yao to the house where she lives."

"Going out to live?"

"Going to move out?!"

The voices of Mo Suizhi and Mo Li sounded at the same time.

Mo Li turned sideways, with a sharp expression, "Where are you taking your sister, this is her home!"

Mo Ting sarcastically said: "Really, this is her home?"

Mo Li was choked up, and said firmly: "The previous things were all misunderstandings, and they were all overturned. No one will mention it in the future. How did you live under the same roof before, and how will you live in the future?"

"I don't allow it."

Mo Tingshen was facing the dining room. I don't know if it was on purpose, but his body just hid his waist behind him.

"Dad, I advise you, don't find out where Xiao Yao lives."

Mo Li gritted his teeth: "I have to investigate?"

"Try it." Mo Ting spit out three words unhurriedly.

Stretching her hand back, Chu Yao obediently stretched out her hand, and before she took the initiative to put it in his palm, he accurately grasped her hand as if she had eyes in her back, and held her hand in her heart.

Mo Li resisted so much that he didn't chase him out, and threw his knife and fork angrily.

"Your brother is just messing around!"

Mo Suizhi remained silent, the light in his eyes dimmed.

House in prestigious, best location.

The car is parked in the garage.

Mo Tingshen told her the password, "This is the password for all the houses under your name. It has not been changed. There are all furniture, kitchen utensils and clothes. If there is something that doesn't suit you, please call me."

He didn't unfasten his seat belt and didn't intend to get out of the car.

Hearing the sound of Chu Yao's seat belt being lifted, the brows twitched almost imperceptibly.

However, 1 minute passed, and there was no sound of the door opening.

Mo Ting tilted his head deeply, leaning his back against the car door with his back, and stared at him with both eyes, pitifully, when he saw him coming, she stretched out her hand to tug on his sleeve.

Without saying a word, a pair of eyes are very attractive.

Mo Ting shook off her hand deeply, "What do you want, tell me."

Chu Yao: "I want to go back to the entertainment circle, praise me."

Mo Ting responded deeply, "Yes."

The corner of her mouth curled up slightly, she gave a faint smile, said thank you perfunctorily, and got out of the car.

Only then did Mo Tingshen look at her, and he walked briskly without turning his head, even the baggy men's home clothes couldn't hide his stunner-like figure.

Looming is the deadliest.

(End of this chapter)