Chapter 917: Only She Can Be Seen (Page 1/1)

It's kind of turning a corner and saying to the heat, you're out of the fun!!

Huo Yuhan finished speaking softly, and then lowered his head and kissed Xu Moran's cheek, his intention to show affection was very obvious.

Even Jiang Qing and Yang Hua on the side felt a little embarrassed, and at this time, the employees who came out of Yanda saw the scene where the boss hugged the boss and kissed the boss.

I'm so excited!

In fact.

Huo Yuhan knew that high temperature, when Zhiming Company's economic crisis was in crisis, high temperature wanted to marry the Xu family, and at that time he wanted to marry Xu Moran.

But Gao Gao never expected that Xu Moran had already registered and obtained a marriage certificate with him before that.

So after the marriage was abandoned, there was also an incident where Mrs. Xu forced her daughter to marry, and Xu pineapple became a victim of this incident.

After seeing this, Gao Gao felt a pain in his heart, he carefully hid his emotions in his heart, and chuckled: "Then Gao won't bother, I hope I can have the opportunity to cooperate with Mr. Huo in the future." ”

Huo Yuhan responded politely: "Mr. Gao will meet again." After speaking, his eyes immediately returned to his little wife.

I really don't want to waste a second!

Xu Moran turned around and handed over the flowers, his voice was tactful and elegant: "Mr. Huo, would you like to spend dinner with me?" During the questioning, her little face was already smiling.

After Huo Yuhan handsomely took the flowers from his wife, he scratched her pretty little nose and complained lightly: "...... you"

That "ah" was full of his infinite pampering and tolerance, so sweet that it seemed as if the air was bubbling with pink bubbles.

Xu Moran raised his head and smiled brightly, "Mr. Huo, the baby said, you have no right to refuse, so come with me obediently!" With that, she took his hand.

"Did the baby say that he-mom is beautiful today?" The smile on the corner of Huo Yuhan's mouth deepened, and he looked at the woman in front of him who was pulling him away, and somewhere in his heart suddenly warmed.

Xu Moran didn't look back, but her voice was still cheerful: "The baby said that he-mom is beautiful every day!" ”

Well, there's no way she's just so narcissistic!

"Well, it's true." Huo Yuhan echoed his little wife in a good mood, as if there was no room for anyone else except her in his eyes.

The warm sunlight fell on the dusty woman, and the white skirt also reflected the jade light.

Surprisingly beautiful!

Coupled with the man holding flowers and holding his wife, anyone who sees it will be amazed and stunning, and can't help but look at it again.

The female employees of Yanda who watched the excitement exclaimed: "It's so sweet! It's sweeter than touching your head and killing! ”

The male employee's focus was on the boss's belly, and he said sadly: "It looks like we will have a little prince soon!" The genes are so strong, and there is another handsome little guy coming! This..... How can we find a daughter-in-law for those of us who look like we......"

The female employee continued to be immersed in the dog food crit and couldn't extricate herself, "I felt a strong wave of dog food flying towards this side, and suddenly I really wanted to get married......"

"I want to get married! Consider considering me! ”

After returning to Huo's house, Xu Moran and Huo Yuhan entered the door together, and as soon as they changed their shoes, they saw a lot of small boxes in the living room.

In the living room, everyone was burying their heads in unpacking boxes, among which there were children's toys, clothes, and daily necessities, which dazzled Xu Moran.

"Mom, second aunt, what are you ......" Xu Moran looked at the messy living room in surprise, which was really a bit exaggerated.

"Second cousin, second cousin, you're back!" Han Xiqing raised her head as soon as she heard Xu Moran's voice, and when she turned her head to look at her, a pair of stars blinked cutely.

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