I conquered the entertainment industry

Chapter 6 Sleeping with Jun Mo Ting

"Silly boy……"

The tears in her eyes fell suddenly, but her expression was full of unspeakable relief, Qin Shuyi said softly: "Mom is old, how can she be as beautiful as in the photo?"

As she said that, Qin Shuyi broke away from Jun Moting's hand, walked towards her with a few steps, and carefully pulled Qin Ye's arm, "Have you been waiting for a long time? Are you tired? I brought you a gift, and I don't know if you like it or not." like."

Lianzhu is like a cannonball, eagerly mixed with a hint of restraint.

Obviously she was the one who was exhausted from the long journey, but from Qin Shuyi's words, it seemed that Qin Ye had worked harder than her.

"Ah."

The arm held by Qin Shuyi only slightly stiffened, and she let her go. Qin Ye responded, turned and entered the villa.

Sensing Qin Ye's non-resistance, Qin Shuyi's expression became more relaxed.

There was a smile almost immediately between his brows and eyes.

"Axiu, Axiu..."

Holding Qin Ye's arm and entering the door, Qin Shuyi shouted loudly, "Bring in my suitcase quickly."

She brought them lots and lots of presents.

Especially her Ah Ye.

Following Qin Shuyi and Qin Ye into the door, looking at the back of the young man in front of him, Jun Moting's expression changed from complicated to natural.

He is doing very well.

Aloofness mixed with a touch of awkwardness, but it just fits his personality.

For a child who has never seen his mother since he was born, it would be abnormal if he would be affectionate as soon as he met.

What's more, 16-year-old children are at the time of rebellion.

And the phrase "it doesn't look good in the photo" pleased Qin Shuyi very much.

As a mother, the biggest fear is that the child will not kiss you.

Not to mention Qin Shuyi, a mother who has never seen her child since she was born.

In the past 16 years, while suffering from illness, she missed her two sons.

Fortunately, the eldest son was already sensible when we separated, and he knew the mother's difficulties and hardships.

And what about the younger son?
In her cognition, her Ah Ye had never had a sip of her milk.

She had never hugged him or kissed him, and she didn't even know how tall he was and what size he was wearing.

Self-blame, guilt, mixed with anxiety before meeting.

But the youngest son who made her miss her heart said that she was not as good-looking as in the photo.

He knew she was mother!
Will always look at her photos!
So, like her, he misses each other all the time, right?
This kind of recognition made Qin Shuyi cry with joy. At this moment, even if Qin Ye's performance was not good, Qin Shuyi probably wouldn't notice it.

Jun Moting couldn't help exhaling.

The heart that had been tense since receiving Qin Shuyi's call was relieved at this moment.

Qin Ye had a dull expression, watching Qin Shuyi coming in and out, ordering the servants to carry the box for her, and then finding out the presents, and then bumping into her and Jun Moting like presenting treasures.

A heart, sour and soft.

How nice it would be if her mother was still alive?

Or maybe, this is God's compensation for her death once?

There was a tinge of warmth in his eyes, and Qin Ye couldn't help but smile in the next moment.

Qin Shuyi frowned and looked at Uncle Tong, "Old Tong, my bedroom smells like wood..."

Uncle Tong wrinkled his face, his mind spinning quickly.

They all thought that Madam would come after a while, so the bedroom was still being decorated with incomparable detail.

In the past ten hours or so, preparations have been intensive, but the wood smell of those nanmu furniture cannot be avoided no matter what.

"It's all my fault, ma'am, I..."

He racked his brains to think about how to remedy it, but Uncle Tong was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"It's okay..."

Qin Shuyi waved her hands indifferently, and smiled, "I'll just sleep in Ah Ye's room, let him sleep with Mo Ting."

Let her... sleep with Jun Moting?

Cough cough cough...

The villain in Qin Ye's heart choked on his own saliva.

(End of this chapter)