"Daddy, I'm hungry." Tianxin hugged Mo Sihan's neck and was coquettish.

Mo Sihan was not disgusted by the little girl's behavior, and his tone of voice automatically softened: "What do you want to eat?"

A soft and cute voice sounded, "Kimchi."

Mo Sihan frowned: What is there to eat kimchi? He really couldn't understand how anyone in the country of food could like to eat that kind of thing.

However, Tianxin grew up in country H since she was a child, and it is understandable that she can't do without kimchi.

After a while, Mo Sihan took Xiao Tianxin into a Korean restaurant opposite.

Mo Sihan was dressed in a black suit, his face was cold and detached, and his body exuded the majesty of a person in a high position.

Whether it is height, aura, or temperament, he is too eye-catching.

Xu is holding Xiao Tianxin, Mo Sihan's body is a little less aggressive, and there is more gentle temperament, but it gives a better impression.

The waitress showed a expression and served them more attentively: "Two, this is our menu, what do you need to order?"

Xiao Tianxin is a little vinegar essence, and instantly turned into a sticky little palm bear, sitting on Mo Sihan's lap but refusing to come down.

No matter who looks at it, they are a father and daughter who love each other.

Mo Sihan leisurely flipped through the menu and directly picked the most expensive dishes in the store.

The waiter smiled and asked, "Sir, are you sure you have to serve all of this?"

What she meant was that two people could finish eating so many dishes?

"Up."

Mo Si Han cherishes words like gold.

The little girl has a good appetite, and she ordered two servings of wagyu beef, which was not enough for her to eat alone.

Mo Sihan wondered, how could she stuff so many things with such a small stomach?

"Tianxin, oh my God, we're all scared to death by you." When Xiao Tianxin was eating, her adoptive parents appeared.

They were so anxious that they were sweating profusely, and they could see that they were worried about Xiao Tianxin.

The last time they met at the airport, Mo Sihan recognized them.

Mo Sihan's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Twice? How the hell do you parents? If the child is really abducted, it will be useless for you to cry to death."

In Mo Sihan's eyes, Tianxin is such a cute female baby, naturally everyone loves her, and flowers bloom.

"I'm sorry, sir, for causing you trouble again." The man apologized repeatedly.

After some communication, Mo Sihan learned the truth about Xiao Tianxin's runaway.

It turned out that today was the day of Xiao Tianxin's adoptive parents returning to China, and Xiao Tianxin was unwilling to live with her new mother, so she secretly ran away from home.

Fortunately, Xiao Tianxin's schoolbag put a phone watch with a positioning function, so they found it in time.

Mo Sihan frowned, and said coldly, "Who is Xiao Tianxin's biological mother? At the beginning, she ruthlessly gave Xiao Tianxin to you to raise, why does she suddenly want to go back now? Don't you see that Britney is unwilling?"

The man explained, "We are also reluctant to give up Xiao Tianxin, from the time we hugged it to the present, we have been raising Xiao Tianxin as our own daughter. Even if we had another daughter later, our love for Xiao Tianxin has not diminished at all."

"However, when we brought Xiao Tianxin over, we signed an agreement with that person. Xiao Tianxin's biological mother is the daughter of a rich family, and we can't give Xiao Tianxin a better material life."

Xiao Tianxin cried into a little tear in her adoptive mother's arms, children cried, and adults cried too.

It can be seen that Xiao Tianxin's adoptive parents really love her.

Every man has his own life.

Mo Sihan sighed softly, "Okay, you guys take her away."

Xiao Tianxin pouted, and looked reluctant: "Handsome Dabi, Xiao Tianxin will miss you."

"I'm going to be obedient in the future!" Mo Sihan instructed repeatedly.

Xiao Tianxin is much luckier than many people, her biological mother has a good family and adoptive parents

Love dearly.

*

As soon as Mo Sihan walked out of the restaurant, he was surrounded by a large group of reporters.

He was dressed in a black suit, handsome and cold, and his powerful aura made a group of reporters dare not act rashly.

After a few seconds of silence, a reporter chased him and asked, "Mr. Mo, is the peachy news about Mrs. Mo's derailment true?"

Mo Sihan pondered secretly: Hasn't this scandal been suppressed by him, why has it been exposed again?

Some unscrupulous media take bribes at both ends, only taking money and not doing anything, depending on how he settles accounts with them afterwards.

Mo Sihan's momentum was so terrifying that it was frightening, and he replied to the reporter angrily: "You have half a dime? Do you think you're qualified enough to explore my private life?"

These words were disdainful and cold, leaving no trace of affection, and the reporter was speechless for a while.

A big man like this, whenever there is a little news, it is the focus, not to mention that Mo Sihan was cuckolded is enough to detonate the whole network, even if he is afraid, he must not let it go.

Soon, another reporter was not afraid of death and continued to ask: "Mr. Mo, is the woman in the video really Mrs. Mo?"

The reporter suddenly spoke with a gun and a cannon like this, and Mo Sihan's mood can be imagined.

President Moda's face was as black as charcoal, and a pair of black eyes swept towards the reporter who asked the question, cold and striking, and his thin lips opened lightly: "Where are you?" If you don't have any points in your heart as a reporter, you don't know what to write and what not to write, and if the company suddenly closes down that day, it will be your own fault. It's not that Mo doesn't have that strength."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

These words are a threat to Chiguoguo!

For a while, the reporters in the crowd quieted down.

Everyone in the circle knows that Mo Sihan is extremely difficult to interview, and this time they also plucked up the courage to ask questions, but they didn't expect to be abused into scum.

Mo Sihan blackened his face the whole time, sat in the car that came to pick him up, and left.

Some time ago, I showed affection in a high-profile manner, but now it's okay, I'm going to be slapped in the face.

I don't know how many classic comments have been left by those talented keyboard warriors on the Internet who are enthusiastic for a while.

For example, if you have money, you can buy a one-of-a-kind crown, but you can't buy Mrs. Mo's sincerity, etc.

I really didn't expect that a powerful and powerful person like Mo Sihan would also be ridiculed by the whole network one day.

Those keyboard warriors on the Internet really dare to use words, but Mo Sihan's character is not something they can afford to offend, even if they want to spray, they have to consider the words.

Otherwise, what awaits them is a lawyer's letter.

In short, thanks to someone's gift, the high-ranking Mo Sihan has made a lot of trouble.

*

As night fell, Mo Sihan finally returned home after a tiring day.

Mo Sihan is really tired today, it's past nine o'clock, and he hasn't even eaten dinner.

Originally, the picture he was looking forward to was wishing him worry-free to wash his hands and make soup, sitting on the sofa and waiting for him to come back to eat together.

But the reality is that the room is dark, there is not even a lamp, and it is so cold that it is not like words.

Where did the former virtuous Zhu Wuwu, who was keen on cooking and baking, go?

Her cooking skills comparable to that of a chef are not good for serving her husband's stomach, isn't it a tyrannical thing?

Mo Sihan's face darkened a little, and he raised his long legs and went upstairs.

In the bedroom, in the dim light, I wish you to read quietly with your back to the bed.

Hearing the movement, she didn't even bother to lift her eyes.

If Mo Sihan didn't take the initiative to break the silence between them, Zhu Wuwu could continue to have a cold war with him like that forever.

Mosi's cold face was full of displeasure and impatience, and he said with a thorn in his words, "It's all this time, are you still in the mood to read?"

Zhu Wuwu leaned against the head of the bed, squinted at him and asked faintly, "Then what should I do?"

Seeing her stubborn and detached face, the anger in his heart surged up.

"A wife can't even feed her husband's belly, what do you say?"

Mo Sihan's dark eyes narrowed dangerously, and he looked at Zhu Wuwu angrily.

Zhu Wuwu choked him: "I'm not your cook."

In the past, she thought that being a good wife and mother was the happiest profession in the world, but now she thinks that it is the most miserable profession.

lost face outside, and when he returned home, he had to suffer from his wife's anger, and Mo Sihan's anger can be imagined.

At this moment, Mo Sihan had the urge to strangle her.

Zhu Wuwu didn't see the comments on the Internet at all, so she was still in the dark about it.

「……」

There was a long silence in the room for a moment.

always felt that it was not a way to go on like this, so Zhu Wuwu broke the silence: "What do you want to eat? Is it okay to have home-cooked noodles?"

She put down the book in her hand, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Mo Sihan pressed Zhu Wuwu's shoulders, angrily pushed her onto the bed, rolled over and pressed down.

"If you can't feed from above, feed from below."

What kind of tiger and wolf words did he say?

Under the soft lighting, Zhu Wuwu in pajamas is charming, and every place is just the right graceful and beautiful.

Mo Sihan's Adam's apple couldn't help but roll up and down, and he had a hunch that tonight would be a hot night.

At this time, normal men will not be able to control it, let alone Mo Sihan, who is already keen on sexual affairs.

Mo Sihan had always been a man of action, and those restless hands explored back and forth on her.

He longed too much for the feeling of being fed by her.

There is a saying that is full of warmth and silver desire, but this will Mo Sihan is obviously still hungry, the only explanation is that he needs more than ordinary people, and he is dizzy.

Zhu Wuwu's hands were clasped above his head, and he could only twist his body desperately in protest: "Let go of me!"

Mo Sihan breathed heavily and glared at her, "What is hypocritical? My husband can't touch it, so who do you want to touch?"

Zhu Wuwu opened his mouth to bite him, pushed him down violently, and ran barefoot to get out of bed to keep a safe distance from him: "Don't touch me, I'm here for that."

Such a coincidence?

Mo Sihan looked at her with suspicion, and said half-incredulously, "Really?"

Naturally, it's fake, otherwise, can he let her go?

Zhu Wuwu didn't care about wearing shoes, and opened the door in a hurry to leave: "I'll go to the kitchen and give you a note."

Mo Sihan lay on the bed in frustration, feeling extremely lost.

The arrow was on the string, and it had to be sent, but the woman in the bed ran away.

Such a thing that swept away the majesty of men, it is no wonder that Mo Sihan would be in a good mood.