Attention, My CEO Husband

"Boss, the sun is out in the West today. You are so late." Behind him a sound of abuse rang out.

Maureen looked back and saw that he was also a man in military uniform with a gun on his shoulder. Ruffian, a little bit like a soldier, according to his uncle far away.

The man approached the playwright and said, "Hey, boss, you brought me a little sister-in-law. Good, good, you finally know how to find a woman

Molly looked at him and said, "Hello, my name is Molly." "Hello, little sister-in-law, my name is..." "His name is deaf." "Puchi, ha ha, how can there be such an interesting name. Uncle, will there be people who call blind people dumb Molly once again did not give face to smile out.

Uncle? Did you hear me right? This little girl's name is uncle eldest? Does the boss have this habit? He said: "little sister-in-law, my name is Tu Zilong. Don't listen to the boss. How old are you this year? " Although it was impolite, he couldn't help asking.

Mo lin'er looks at Zhong Yuqing. He doesn't seem to explain that Tu Zilong calls himself his little sister-in-law. "I'm nineteen years old," she said Tu Zilong looked at her. How did he feel like he had seen her before? Zhong Yuqing said: "the daughter of Mo Qing."

Tu Zilong patted his head and said, "I don't think it's so familiar. It turns out it's sister Mo's daughter. Boss, you are too unkind. You even collude with your niece. "

Zhong Yuqing looked at it coldly. Without saying anything, he took Maureen away. Tu Zilong doesn't understand. What's the relationship between these two people?

Come to Zhong Yuqing's office. A water of black, no wonder, this man is too cold, his office is so a water of black.

But think about it. Even his room is black. It's not surprising that it's black here. "Uncle?" No answer. "Uncle?" Still no answer.

"Uncle, uncle, uncle." Still no answer.

Mo lin'er's brilliance flashed. She went to Zhong Yuqing, sat on his lap, put her arms around his neck and said, "uncle, why don't you pay attention to me?"

Zhong Yu Qing holds the hand of pen, cold mouth: "go down." "No, your sofa is too hard. Your legs are soft. It's comfortable to sit on." Maureen refused.

Just now my uncle's body was obviously a meal, but she felt it. She just wanted to tease my uncle. Zhong Yuqing once again said: "go down." "No

Zhong Yuqing finally can't help but stand up and throw Mo lin'er out. "Ouch, do you know how to pity the jade?" Maureen crumpled her ass and stood up.

Zhong Yuqing frowned: "lin'er, I'm your uncle." "Shit, why don't you say you're my uncle when you kiss me." She kneaded her sore ass and went to the sofa.

Zhong Yuqing went over and said, "I'm sorry about that. I was drunk that day. Besides, it was my father's memorial day. " He didn't want to explain, but he couldn't help it.

Mo lin'er looks at Zhong Yu Qing's awkward appearance, which is funny. It's rare to see that expression on his face.

Maureen said, "uncle, that means you kiss when you're drunk?"

Kiss someone? Although drunk that day, but consciousness is not vague. Seeing Maureen's appearance, he didn't hold it even though he had good self-control.

But fortunately, it's just a kiss, and nothing irreparable has happened.