Young Master Mo has a long way to pursue his wife

Chapter 591 It's Easy to Create a Subtle Firework

"Grandma, grandma..."

Little Chenxi screamed in a milky voice, her immature voice was as soft as cotton candy.

Such a cute little girl, everyone likes it when she sees her.

Lin Yuanai was the first to accompany her smiling face.

"Be good, Xiaochun, let grandma hug you, come..."

"Well……"

Little Chenxi pursed her cherry pink lips suspiciously, and suddenly turned to look at Yan Xinxin beside her.

"Mama! Xiaochun wants to hug Mama now!"

She stretched out her little hand towards Yan Xinxin.

The joy on Lin Yuan'ai's face couldn't help cooling down, seeing Xiao Chun throw herself into Yan Xinxin's arms, even though she was a little upset, she could only smile.

"Chu Xi, you are back."

she smiled slightly.

"I've been to BL for so long, it's hard work."

Lin Yuanai tried to find a topic.

"By the way, I also watched the awards ceremony of the jewelry competition that day."

As she spoke, she looked at Yan Xinxin who was walking beside Mo Chuxi.

"Xinxin is very photogenic and beautiful. By the way, I would like to congratulate you for winning the award that all rookies want most in your first competition."

It was so rare to hear Lin Yuanai congratulate herself, Yan Xinxin was slightly absent-minded, then looked at her and smiled.

"Thank you mom."

"Ah."

Lin Yuanai nodded slightly.

"Okay, let's go into the house, we're going to have dinner right away."

"it is good."

Words echoed heart to heart, and the atmosphere of getting along was much more peaceful than expected.

Mo Qifeng went abroad to discuss business, and Mo Qingning also went back to the foreign school, saying that he would come back here after finishing the report after a while.

Therefore, in the huge villa, there are only five people from the Mo family, and the rest are servants and domestic servants.

As always, the dinner is prepared by the chef of the five-star hotel, and the dishes are rich and exquisite as usual.

Yan Chenxi's kid seemed to be in a better mood. He was sitting side by side with little Chenxi at the moment. The two little guys were whispering, with their innocent and innocent smiles on their pink and tender faces.

Yan Xinxin smiled happily, but the corners of her eyes couldn't help getting a little wet.

It's so good that her little angel is back with her.

She doesn't care about how depressing and uncomfortable things she has experienced in the past five years, and she doesn't hate anyone. God returned her little angel to her, which is the best painkiller.

Just as she was thinking gratefully, a warmth suddenly came from Yan Xinxin's right hand, and it was Mo Chuxi's hand that held her hand.

She turned her head, and the eyes of the two collided, and there was a subtle spark in each other's eyes.

When Lin Yuanai saw Mo Chuxi looking at Yan Xinxin with such pampering and love, she really didn't know what to say.

She really doubted that Yan Xinxin knew any kind of magic or obfuscation.

Over the years, there have been so many beautiful women who want to pounce on Mo Chuxi that they can line up from one side of Ancheng to the other.

But he has never been among thousands of flowers.

Unexpectedly, her son fell under Yan Xinxin's pomegranate skirt five years ago!Also gave birth to two little buns!

"Let's have dinner."

Mo Chuxi opened her lips.

Lin Yuanai immediately came to her senses.

"Wait a little longer, there will be a guest coming soon."

"Guests? Want to dine together?"

Mo Chuxi raised his electric eyes.

Lin Yuanai glanced at Sister Lin next to her, and then nodded.

"She will be part of our family in the future."

"Ok?"

The more Mo Chuxi listened, the more puzzled she became, and even more puzzled by Lin Yuanai's look at Sister Lin just now, Yan Xinxin was also quite curious.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Just as he was puzzled, a female voice that seemed to have been heard came from outside the restaurant.

Yan Xinxin turned her head in search of the sound, and when she saw the person coming, her beautiful eyes widened unexpectedly.

"She's not, it's that..."

(End of this chapter)