Chapter 1711: Third Master, Prepare to Make a Move

The wooden door in the backyard was pushed open, and someone walked in.

"Papapa" Someone stood there and applauded, Zhuo Dongyang strode in, and said loudly: "This is my Zhuo family's descendant, with backbone." ”

Hearing Zhuo Dongyang's voice, Yao Rong and Zhuo Song turned their heads to look.

Yao Rong was frightened and pushed Zhuo Song away hard, wanting to escape, but Zhuo Song put his arm around her shoulders and took her into his arms.

"Girl, I've heard about you. ”

Hearing Zhuo Songyang's words, Yao Rong held his small hand and held it hard.

"It's okay if your eyes hurt, even if my Zhuo family goes bankrupt, I will treat you. Zhuo Dongyang put his hands behind his back, stepped forward and looked at Zhuo Song, and commented unceremoniously: "You kid, a deceitful girl, I have to criticize you well." ”

"Thinking that you have merit in getting married, I will reluctantly make it difficult for you to invite the old man to you. Zhuo Dongyang said, without waiting for them to speak, turned around and left, leaving a sentence: "Ask the old man to arrive in the next two days, wait patiently." ”

"Grandpa. Seeing this, Zhuo Song hurriedly stopped him.

It's a pity that Zhuo Dongyang didn't even close the door and left.

Zhuo Zhen lowered her head happily, brushed away her hair, held her face, lowered her head and kissed it, and Yao Rong opened his mouth and bit his mouth.

"Ah, hiss, light, light... Tap. Zhuo Song's mouth was bitten by her, and she hurriedly begged for mercy.

Yao Rong pushed him away, turned around and left, Zhuo Song followed behind, covered his mouth and said, "Wife, wife." ”

Yao Rong's eyes were dim, and he was a little sad because he was blind! For fear of dragging him down, when he heard him call him "wife", his heart was pounding like being hit by a deer.

Halfway up the mountain, villa.

From dusk to nightfall, Xiao Mohan stayed by Gu Chuyan's side until she fell asleep, he went into the bathroom to take a shower and changed into a black delicate handmade suit.

Hearing the sound, Xiao Mohan lowered his head and saw Xiao Yiyan walking in.

Seeing Xiao Mohan, she reached out to cover her small mouth and said to him, "Shhh." With a sound, signaling him not to speak, Xiao Mohan raised his eyebrows when he saw this.

She lifted her little feet, raised her hands, and looked at the bed.

"Xiao Qi wants to sleep with his mother?" Xiao Mohan lowered his voice and asked softly.

"Hmm. Xiao Yiyan nodded, her beautiful eyes staring at Xiao Mohan.

Her little hand was restless, staring at him, her little hand secretly pinched the tip of Xiao Mohan's tall nose, and quickly withdrew her hand, her little hand was behind her, and she raised her little face proudly.

"Pop" When she was placed on the bed, she went to kiss him, and then closed her eyes obediently.

Xiao Mohan pulled the quilt for her, dimmed the light, and walked out.

"Master, it's almost time. Han Changqing was outside, smoking a stuffy cigarette, and when he heard the door opening, he extinguished the cigarette and stepped forward to say.

"Hmm. Xiao Mohan took the mobile phone handed by Han Changqing, looked at it, and the two walked downstairs.

Han Changqing ran forward and drove the Land Rover.

"I'll come. Xiao Mohan raised his head, looked at Han Changqing, and motioned for him to come and drive tonight.

Han Changqing listened, he pushed the car door, and after getting out of the car, he was a little worried and said, "Master, you haven't slept for two days, and driving is dangerous." ”

"I'm measured. Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice and sat in the driver's seat.

Xiao Mohan drove the car, Han Changqing sat in the passenger seat, received a call, glanced at Xiao Mohan, nodded, and said, "Okay, I know." ”

Baby room, on the balcony.

Xiao Yichu stood on tiptoe, lying on the railing, barely seeing outside.

Someone pulled her, Xiao Yichu turned around, saw Xiao Yijue, and called in a low voice: "Brother." ”

Xiao Yijue was silent, her black eyes stared at her wrist, her hand pressed on the railing, the sleeve of her nightgown slid down, and the phoenix was on her arm....

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