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A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh's Cute and Sweet Wife

Chapter 3680
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Chapter 3680: Waist-length hair

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Shen chengjing heaved a sigh of relief, but the man said,””If you turn on your phone, my phone will vibrate.”

“.......”Shen chengjing’s heart sank when she heard that. So, he knew that she had sent a message to Liu Sijie.

“Uncle, I was wrong.” Shen chengjing took the initiative to admit her mistake.

Mo Yanchen heard her and wrapped his arms around her.””Next time, when it’s our turn, what if Sheng retaliates ... What do you think I should do to him?”

Hearing this, Shen chengjing felt as if a flock of crows had just flown past her eyes. Revenge for such a thing? What were all men thinking? It was just a message.

“Ahem, I don’t know anything.” Shen chengjing quickly wiped her lips clean.

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She was like a little rabbit as she ran away. Mo Yancheng stood there and looked in the direction she disappeared. He turned around and walked to President ye’s side.

“Dad,” he said. He called out in a deep voice.

President ye heard his voice and turned his head slightly to look at him.

“Two cups?”

“Yes.” Mo Yancheng responded.

The two of them walked to the flower Hall on the second floor, took out a bottle of high-quality red wine, and poured it for a small drink.

Back in her room, Shen chengjing took a shower, changed into her pajamas, and lay on the bed. Looking at the bright moon outside the window, she felt surreal.

“Mom, I’m back.” She said softly and reached out to touch the pillow on the side.

The door was pushed open and Mo Yancheng walked in. He removed his clothes, lifted the blanket, and lay down beside her. He then pulled her into his arms. Follow current novelenglish.net . s on N(o)vᴇl(ꜰ)ire.nᴇt

“Cheng.”

“Yes.” Shen chengjing snuggled into his arms and found a comfortable position to lean against.

Mo Yanchen rubbed his chin on her forehead and said softly,””Sleep early.”

“Yes.” She responded.

Shen chengjing slept in his arms. That night, she had a dream. She went back to her childhood. Her parents had played with her. The swing in the backyard was very high. She sat on it and swung. Suddenly, they left, slowly walking far away.

“Dad, mom.” Shen chengjing wanted to run after them, but no matter how she ran, their figures were getting further and further away. In a hurry, she threw herself at them.

“Cheng.” Mo Yancheng’s figure appeared. He held her in his arms and spun around on the spot. Not far away, President ye was bending over and watering the plants.

She looked in the direction where her parents had disappeared and stared blankly ...

“Chengjing, you must be happy. You will always be happy.” There was a constant sound, and Shen chengjing was struggling.

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She felt that her heart was so heavy that she couldn’t breathe. That heavy feeling slowly left her.

Shen chengjing opened her eyes and looked at the morning light shining in through the window. She heard the door open and Mo Yanchen walk in with a glass of warm milk.

“You’re awake? It’s still early, do you want to sleep a little longer?”

He sat by the bed and reached out to tidy her hair.

“I’m not sleeping. ” Shen chengjing said. She got out of bed to wash up. When she came out and changed her clothes, she saw mo Yancheng walking up to her.

He pulled her over and made her sit in front of the dressing table.

I haven’t combed Cheng’s hair for a long time.” Mo Yanchen said in a low voice. He opened the drawer and saw a beautiful wooden comb inside.

He reached out to take it and ran his fingers through her long hair.

Shen chengjing’s hair was black and long, reaching her waist. His fingertips fell on the tip of her hair, and he said in a deep voice,””The ends of her hair split.”

“Me, Xiuxiu?” Mo Yancheng lifted his head and looked at her in the mirror.

“Alright,” he said. She responded.

She rarely took care of her hair, as if it had been a long time since she had cut it. Long hair was the best gift that time had left for her.