"Do you want me to help you prepare your luggage?" Zhongqing used to often help Wang Zimo prepare his luggage, so he was quite good at packing his luggage.

Mo Yichen glanced at her, as if he didn't expect her to say this, and said in a low voice: "The cloakroom is upstairs!"

Rich men have great tastes, so it is not surprising that they are fond of seeing his lavish cloakroom.

Ma Li began to choose suits, shirts, ties, and matched them according to the color, and he loved to choose clothes with a very discerning eye, in fact, he really learned a lot of things with Wang Zimo over the years.

The last one is naturally underwear, and I love to blush a little when I think of this.

"The underwear is in the drawer!" Mo Yichen's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Zhong Qing didn't dare to look back at him, hummed softly, squatted down and opened the drawer below to see the new underwear inside, took two boxes casually, and put them in the suitcase, I didn't know that he was going to travel for a few days, if it wasn't enough, he would buy it himself.

"Check to see if there's anything wrong!" asked Zhongqing.

It was the first time she helped Mo Yichen pack her luggage and she didn't know what his preferences were, so she was influenced by Wang Zimo's color and style of clothes.

Mo Yichen had no expression on his face: "Very good, don't look at it anymore!"

It didn't take long for Mo Yichen's mobile phone to ring, and the driver who should have picked him up arrived.

Zhongqing originally wanted to help Mo Yichen carry his luggage, but Mo Yichen didn't let him, touched his generous palm, and retracted his hand lovingly, a little unaccustomed.

Mo Yichen didn't seem to see her expression, went downstairs with his luggage, and loved to send him downstairs.

"Mr. Mo, it's all ready!" Mo Yichen nodded.

The secretary didn't feel strange when he saw Zhongqing, just like the emperor brought back a woman from the people on his private patrol, everyone understood in their hearts, and greeted with a smile: "Madam!"

Although Zhong Qing was a little unaccustomed, she still nodded, she and the secretary had met more times than Mo Yichen, so she was more familiar.

Mo Yichen suddenly stopped when he walked to the door: "Take good care of yourself at home these days!"

Zhong Qing nodded: "Be careful on the road!"

Shouldn't newlyweds be like glue, these two are good, one is polite, the other is alienated!

Mo Yichen strode into the car, and the car quickly disappeared from his sight.

She stood in the middle of the house and looked around, and suddenly laughed, and she married herself like this.

However, it is rare for them to get married, and if there is no wedding, the groom will have to go on a business trip.

Zhong Qing sat down on the sofa, and wanted to make a phone call or send a text message to Wang Zimo that he was married.

But after thinking about it, I still didn't, did I want to show off?

What is there to show off, she is the most neglected bride in history, right?

Zhong Qing smiled bitterly and went up to the second floor, their bedroom, with its big red bedspread, looked quite festive, but now it seemed a little ironic.

Zhong Qing always felt that he still had to tell his family: "Mom, I'm married!"

"It's good to get married, you're not too young, is that Mo Yichen?" Yang Xiaotao didn't seem to hear the words of her love clearly, she was married, not married.

"Yes, we got the certificate today, and we won't have a wedding!" Zhong added this sentence, Yang Xiaotao almost got angry: "What do you say, don't hold a wedding, then there should always be a bride price, we have raised you for so many years, you are sick and the whole family will serve you like the queen mother, you are like this to your mother's family, the wedding can not be held, the bride price cannot be avoided, otherwise I will not recognize this marriage, Mo Yichen, call him, I will tell him!"