Sweet wife is too sweet: Mr.Huo, you are so fierce

Even if Mo Xiaoman is not their own daughter, he is also related by blood. He really regards people as bricks without feelings. Where do you need to move?

It's not easy for Mo Xiaoman to be honest when he grows up in that family.

He handed the documents in his hand to the assistant, took the elevator to the top floor and knocked on the big boss's door.

Huo cangping's quiet voice came from inside. Across a door, he didn't really hear: "come in."

Pushing the door in, Huo Cang is holding a video conference in fluent English. Tang Ye has been waiting until the end of the conference.

Huo Cang closed the computer, rubbed his forehead and said, "what's up?"

"Mr. Huo, what do you think Miss Mo is doing now?"

Huo Cang moved and asked expressionless, "guess what I'm thinking now?"

After following him for several years, Tang Ye could see that he was good and bad. He gave up his mind of entertainment and dared not touch the tiger's ass. he honestly told him: "Mo Weiping really found Miss mo. he can't get through here. He should want to start from Miss Mo and let her blow you a pillow breeze."

Huo Cang hissed with unknown meaning.

But he said something irrelevant: "I got a marriage certificate with Mo Xiaoman."

"Oh. Ah? " Tang Ye was surprised and said, "does the old man know about it?"

Huo canggen ignored him and continued what he had just said: "you will call her wife later."

Tang Ye: "......" it's amazing. My boss, cut first and then play!

The old man of the Huo family asked you to find a woman and didn't let you get married directly!

Tang Ye thought of Mo Xiaoman's second uncle's family. He couldn't help asking, "Mr. Huo, if your wife asks you to help Mo, will you help or not?"

When Huo Cang looked at him, his eyes were like looking at a mentally retarded: "is this a problem?"

"...." well, the Mo family's business is not as much as Huo Cang missed. It doesn't matter whether you help or not. It mainly depends on how you help.

People like Mo Weiping are no different from leeches. They pick up blood wherever they can.

That kind of person is trouble.

Tang Ye asked, "what are your plans?"

Huo Cang didn't answer. He brushed his hand: "does it have anything to do with you?"

Tang Ye: "

Boss, are you in a rebellious period?

……

In the evening, Huo Cang returned to the villa.

Mo Xiaoman has cooked all the dishes on the table, the TV is on, and she herself is sitting on the sofa in the living room and has fallen asleep.

The setting sun penetrated through the French window and spread a layer of golden light on the floor.

The flowers on the dining table are blooming, and the entertainment programs on TV are reaching a climax. The originally deserted living room has a few more threads of temperature, which is no longer cold and unpopular.

There was a man who cooked a table of home cooked food and waited for him to come home from work.

Huo Cang walked over and pulled the thin blanket to cover Mo Xiaoman. He sat next to her and watched the entertainment program that was very boring to him.

From beginning to end, he didn't understand what the host and guests in the program were laughing about. The noise filled the living room, but in his ears, there was only the light breathing of people around him.

There is a special peace.

As time went by, the sun set outside and the last sunset fell to the ground. The whole living room fell into darkness. Only the light of the huge TV screen in front of us fell on the two people who sat and slept on the sofa

Time is quiet.

Mo Xiaoman doesn't know what he dreamed of. He turns over and sees that he is about to roll down from the sofa. Huo Cang quickly reaches out his hand to catch the man.