wealthy daughter-in-law

His slender fingers kept busy on the keyboard, and his movements were chic and clean.

The speed gradually slowed down.

Miss Su Huanhuan can be regarded as the No. 1 prince who can stare at Mo directly with such naked eyes that can't be concealed.

Is she... a female satyr?

He reached out to pick up the cup on the table and put it in her direction, without turning his head to look at her, he just said two words, "coffee."

"Received!" Huan Huan was very diligent, picked up the cup and went to make coffee for the master.

Just now Young Master Mo condescended to save her from the fire and water, so what does it matter if she is temporarily enslaved!

The aroma of the coffee was very strong. He picked it up, took a sip, and frowned slightly, "Added sugar?"

"Yeah!" Huan Huan leaned over, poked his elbows on the table, put his chin in his hands, and said with a smile, "Drinking too much black coffee is bad for your stomach. I've changed it. You can try it."

Mo Jia put down the cup, "It's very sweet."

"How can it be very sweet? I only added a cube of sugar, okay? Usually, if I drink it, it will cost at least three yuan!"

Seeing her holding out three fingers with a very serious look, Mo Jia didn't say anything and continued to work, but he didn't touch that cup of coffee again.

Huan Huan saw it in his eyes and was not discouraged. Some bad habits cannot be changed overnight.

At this time, Sister Zhong walked in and said respectfully, "Master, Miss Su is here."

Miss Su?

The unreal gaze went straight to the window on the balcony, the future young lady is also surnamed Su?

Coincidentally, she has the same last name as her.

Mo Jia's eyes darkened a bit, and the displeasure on his face was obvious.

Sister Zhong saw it clearly, "The old man invites you to the living room."

Mo Jia's eyes were lowered, and the deep darkness at the bottom of the eyes was enough to cover the entire sky.

He got up very slowly, and then walked out of the study in an orderly manner.

Huan Huan was very curious about Miss Su, and wanted to follow without even thinking about it, but Sister Zhong stopped her, "You don't have to follow the young master, this place is too dirty, you should clean it well."

After finishing speaking, he directly closed the door and left Su Huanhuan's children's shoes here alone.

"Where it's dirty, I have to clean it twice a day, and it's more punctual than my aunt!" Huanhuan complained, picked up a small clean rag, and wiped it here and there reluctantly.

My mind drifted downstairs unconsciously.

What does Miss Su look like?It should be a big beauty.

Mo Jia went downstairs slowly and walked into the living room. There was a person sitting on the sofa with his back facing him. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, just looking at his ecstatic back was enough to attract people's imagination.

Sitting beside Mo Tieyi, he looked very happy, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.Seeing his grandson, he beckoned, "Mo Jia, come and see Miss Su."

The woman's body trembled slightly. It could be seen that she was very nervous, but she still summoned up her courage and slowly turned her head...

When she saw Mo Jia walking towards her, she seemed to be ringing the evening drum and the morning bell. She forgot where she was and who she was, and only had this clear and dusty look in her eyes, as if she had stepped out of a classical scroll. man……