Rebirth of the perfect male god in the entertainment industry

Chapter 141
"Boss, it's Young Master Mo." Le Qi looked at Mo Yue who came out of the airport exit.

"Yueyaer." Lian Yehe stepped forward and reached out to take the suitcase from Mo Yue's hand.

"He, why are you here?" Mo Yue didn't remember telling Lian Yehe.

"I just came to pick up someone, but I didn't expect to pick you up."

"Then do you want to wait a bit?" Mo Yue saw that there was no one else around Le Qi.

"No, let's go first." Lian Yehe looked at Le Qi, "You take her back."

"But boss..."

"No, but, I'll go first." After speaking, Lian Yehe walked to the car with Mo Yue in his arms.

"Warren!" A voice as crisp as a yellow warbler sounded behind him.

Mo Yue turned her head, only to feel a petite figure in a yellow dress running towards Lian Yehe.

Mo Yue subconsciously pulled Lian Yehe behind her.

Those who missed the target pouted and looked at Lian Yehe with aggrieved eyes, "Warren, what are you doing away from!"

"Madonna, why are you here?" Lian Yehe didn't let go of Mo Yue's waist.

"It's too boring at home, so I came to see you! Why, you don't welcome me?"

"Hey, do you know each other?" Mo Yue held Lian Yehe's arm affectionately, and looked at Madonna in front of her.

Lian Yehe was a little taken aback, but enjoyed Mo Yue's rare appearance, "Well, she is my friend since childhood, Madonna."

"Warren, I'll introduce myself. My name is Madonna, handsome guy, what's your name?" Madonna looked at Lian Yehe and Mo Yue's movements with a gossip on her face.

"My name is Mo Yue."

"Moyue? Good name! I'll call you Yue from now on." Madonna pushed Lian Yehe away, took Mo Yuehe's hand, and then looked at Lian Yehe, "Aren't you leading the way?"

Lian Yehe stared at Madonna holding Mo Yue's hand, frowning so much that a fly could be crushed to death.

Seeing Lian Yehe like this, Le Qi quickly said, "Miss Madonna, this way."

"It's still you who knows." Madonna patted Le Qi's shoulder, pulled Mo Yue and left.

Back home, Madonna didn't treat herself as an outsider, and asked directly: "Which one is my room?"

"Le Qi, take Madonna to the hotel."

"Warren, how could you let me stay in a hotel?!" Madonna's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe that these words came from Lian Yehe's mouth.

"Don't pretend, you used to live in hotels too."

There was no trace of embarrassment on Madonna's face, and she looked at Mo Yue meaningfully, "Warren, this time is different, if I really leave and my uncle finds out, then you will be in big trouble, right? "

Lian Yehe looked at Mo Yue, and Mo Yue also looked at Lian Yehe, "Le Qi, take her up."

"That's right! Yue, wait for me, I'll come down to accompany you, wooden horse!" Madonna blew a kiss to Mo Yue and hurried upstairs.

"Crescent moon."

"You don't need to say it, I believe you." Mo Yue didn't ask who Madonna was, nor what she meant by saying that.

When Lian Yehe heard this, his face softened immediately, what else could he ask for?

Afterwards, Lian Yehe kept holding Mo Yue tightly, causing Madonna to go blind.

"Hey! You two are enough! Didn't you see that I'm a loner!"

"Madonna, do you want to eat?" Mo Yue handed over the orange that Lian Yehe had just peeled.

"Yueya'er, you eat by yourself, she has hands and feet, she can peel them by herself."

"Okay." Mo Yue stretched out her hand and stuffed a piece into Lian Yehe's mouth.

"Yueya'er, I'll feed you." Lian Yehe took the orange in Mo Yue's hand, and slowly carried out the big plan to grow it.

(End of this chapter)