Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 819 Another side of the cold-blooded female killer! (1)

The other side of the cold-blooded female killer! (1)

Early the next morning, Mo Chou and Murong Lin packed their bags and left City A.

Qin Tian, ​​Leo, and Luo La's family also left by plane.

Shen Hao and his nurse girlfriend were busy decorating the house recently, and they also wanted to prepare things for the wedding, so they drove away from Mo's Manor early in the morning.

Mama Liu was still in the hospital, but this time she came back to celebrate the birthday of her two children.
Now that the birthday celebration is over, he was sent back to the hospital by his subordinates to continue recuperation.

The grandmother of the two children, Xi Meijuan, is even more busy, and had already left last night.

In order to prevent the secrets of the two children from leaking out, Mo Chou even dispatched the servants and younger brothers in the manor to various places.

The rest of the manor are just a few trusted old workers and a few trusted subordinates.

In the huge Mo family manor, there are only two children left, and Yao Yuan and Irene who were entrusted to take care of the children.

third floor.

Mo Yehan was still wearing pajamas and sitting on the window sill looking at the snowy scenery outside, when the door suddenly opened with a creak.

Immediately afterwards, a strange little head came in from the outside.

"Come here!"

Long before Murong Lixiao opened the door, Mo Yehan already knew she was coming, so he said without turning his head.

Although his tone was very flat, Mo Yehan had always been very fond of this younger sister who was born a few minutes later than her.

Walking in with bare feet, Murong Lixiao climbed directly onto the window sill, sat opposite his brother, and followed his gaze.

On the snow outside the window, the two pairs of snow sculptures she made are still there.

It's just that there is another layer of snow on it, which makes it look a little clumsy.

In front of the snow sculpture, stood a figure in a coat.

"Is that Uncle Yao? What is he looking at!"

Murong Poxiao asked softly.

"What else can I watch, of course I'm watching Aunt Irene!"

Mo Yehan's immature face showed a mature look that was not commensurate with his age.

Looking at Yao Yuan's back, Murong Poxiao fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)