Famous family's spoil: Morning, husband

Chapter 388

When Li Zhi heard the girl's name, two black lines came down on his forehead. He looked at Su Murong awkwardly and laughed. But he was depressed. Did he grow so old?

Su Murong smiles at him and says to the little girl again, "little sister, I don't know who the gentleman who bought your flowers is, but there are many beautiful sisters in the restaurant, aren't they? It's not necessarily that they are really given to me, so take the money. If you meet the gentleman again and find that you sent the wrong flowers, you will give the money to him, It also shows that you are honest, isn't it? "

"But pretty sister, if I don't meet that gentleman, I'll take two portions of the money, won't I?" The little girl was very fond of her, showing her two little rabbit teeth and askew her head.

"If I can't touch the money, it's my sister's thanks for giving me such beautiful flowers." Su Murong said and handed the money out of the wallet to the little girl.

"Is that ok?" The girl looked at the red bills and still hesitated.

"Of course you can. The money is your income. Why not?" Su Murong looked at her firmly, full of encouragement.

"Well, thank you, pretty sister. It may be difficult for you to take these flowers. This basket is also for you." The little girl immediately started happily and went out with a jump.

"This little girl is lovely." Li Zhi was not annoyed by the girl's words, but looked at her figure and said with a smile, "but why doesn't she accept my money?"

"Sometimes we can't understand children's minds." Su Murong chuckled and said as he picked up the bamboo basket full of roses, he saw a glittering thing in the middle of the bouquet. If he didn't pay attention, he would never find it.

As expected, he did it.

At that time, the little girl must have focused on the trading of flowers without noticing his little movements.

She didn't take it immediately. She just put the basket back under her feet and continued to talk with Li Zhi.

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Back in the apartment, Su Murong opened the flower basket that he had carried all the way up the stairs. A delicate Parker pen was lying in the middle of the bouquet, shining deep and mellow light.

The pen is mo Shibei's most precious thing, and has always been a treasure.

Because of the pen, she had a little dispute with Mo Shibei, two people who didn't care about each other.

At that time, Su Murong was in a good mood. He got up at the weekend and threw his clothes into the laundry basket without Mo Shibei's consent.

Anyway, she didn't pay much attention to the clothes she had to change every day, and the Parker pen was in his coat pocket at that time.

When he wakes up to change his clothes, he suddenly finds that the clothes he wore the night before last are missing. He questions himself like he lost his soul.

"You are not allowed to change my things any more." This is the words that Mo Shibei harshly reprimanded her before he found the pen.

"Are you a woman who doesn't turn her pocket when washing clothes?" This is what Mo Shibei said to her after finding the pen.

Although the tone of the two sentences is different, it sounds the same in Su Murong's ears. He doesn't like to see her at all.

At that time, she just laughed at his roar and indifference, but no one could understand her grievance. Her kindness was like being eaten by a dog.

"It's a boring man. He knows how to send flowers, but he doesn't know how to write a note and childishly put a keepsake in. What if he loses it?" From the memory to pull back thoughts, Su Murong holding the pike pen, whispering softly.

Once she was very curious about the origin of this pen and why it was so important to Mo Shibei, but now, she has no heart at all. She just gently wiped the dew on it with a handkerchief and put it on the desk in her study.

Since he gave it to himself, he is the owner of it now, and the study is the place where it should stay most.

The finger just touched the door handle of the study, but she heard someone open the door downstairs.

Unable to help her heart beat faster, she quickly took the torch behind the door in her hand.

After all, a woman lives alone. Although the door of the apartment is the latest code lock, she put a torch in every room in case the bad guys break in.

I didn't expect to use it tonight.

"Su Murong, where are you?"

Standing quietly by the door of the study, Su Murong held his breath, waiting for the thief to come upstairs in order to give him a fatal blow. Unexpectedly, Mo Shibei's voice sounded downstairs.

"Husband." Involuntarily, she let out a cry, which frightened her.

Fortunately, he is not around, did not hear his own address to him, otherwise he is a hundred people.

"How did you come?" Open the door of the study, stand on the second floor of the railing, overlooking everything downstairs, including the man in the living room, cloud light wind asked.

"It seems that you are not curious about how I can come in. Do many people know your password?" Staring at her slightly red face, Mo Shibei couldn't help thinking of Li Zhi.

"That's not true. You sent me back last time. With your IQ, the number of people is not a problem at all. What's so curious about it?" Su Murong noncommittal answer, slowly down the stairs.

"But you, are you following me?"

"Neither. I saw the roses and knew you must be back." Mo Shibei took off his coat and sat down on the sofa, looking at the flower basket on the tea table.

It's also true that there is no silver here. Since he already knows that he sent flowers, he must know that he can see people when he sees flowers.

"It's really boring to play these little tricks. You think it's playing Qiongyao opera." Su Murong went down to the kitchen and poured out two glasses of juice. One was placed in front of him and the other was in his hand.

She didn't know how he found the western restaurant, because the place where she and Li Zhi decided to eat was temporarily decided, and there was no third party present except for them.

But she won't ask, because it will appear that she cares about his attention.

"Why, no tea now?" Mo Shibei did not respond to her words, but looked at the orange juice in front of her and asked.

This woman has changed not only her style and character, but also her taste.

If you are not sure that she is still Su Murong you know, I doubt that she has no contact with Su Murong.

"The most important thing for a woman is her appearance. When she gets older, she should pay attention to maintenance." Su Murong answered casually, but he didn't feel that it was wrong to drink juice instead of tea.

"That pen..." Mo Shibei pursed his mouth and put his eyes on the flower basket again.

"Why, regret, ready to go back?" Su Murong's mouth turned up, ready to get up again.

Parker pen was put by her in the study. He wanted it, and he had to go up and take it down.

"No, I just want to tell you a story about it."

Mo Shibei Wei shakes his head and sighs softly. He leans back and leans his head on the sofa. His eyes are staring at the crystal lamp on the flower board. It seems that he is recalling something.

"Mr. Mo, you broke into my apartment in the middle of the night just to tell me a story?" Su Murong held his hands on his chest and looked at him speechless.

"I wanted to have dinner with you in the evening, but you went out with other men, so I had to postpone the time of telling stories." Look back again, a cold light flashed in Mo Shibei's eyes.

"Well, I'm all ears." Su Murong felt a tremor in his heart.

Today, I still can't look directly at him. I always feel jealous when I see him. Now, too, his eyes are a warning and a threat.

In the middle of the night, a single man and a few women are alone in a room. No matter what happens, it's no joke. Su's family is about to return to its former glory. He doesn't want to die young before he sees it.

"That pen is my rite of passage. At that time, my mother said that I could use that pike to chase the girl I like and write love letters with it."

Silent for a moment, Mo Shibei slowly opens his mouth, but the words make su Murong want to vomit blood.

These two mothers and sons are really wonderful. Only Yunyi can do such a thing in the world. When his son was 16 years old, he gave him a pen and told him that he could use it to write love letters to chase girls.

"Oh, my mother... Aunt Yun really loves you." Su Murong made a slip of the tongue for a moment, and hastened to correct it, echoing it lukewarm and lukewarm.

"Yes, I always take it with me, thinking that I can make it useful at any time, but I never open it." Mo Shibei heard her slip of the tongue, his smile increased, and he shook his head mildly.

"So you haven't used it?" When Su Murong thought of his appearance when he lost it, he was so ridiculous and nervous.

"Remember the time you lost it in the laundry? I'm very angry that you lost it because I didn't use it. I feel that you trampled on my 16-year-old flower season, so... "

With a smile that didn't belong to him at all, Su Murong wanted to cry when he thought of his grievance and innocence that day.

What can we do?

Mr. Mo, the president of the company, has hidden such a pure land in his heart, a holy land of longing for true love. The pike pen is the decryption code to find the holy land, and he can only swallow the pain in his stomach.

"Then why do you give it to me now? It's hopeless. You'll never meet true love again, will you? " Su Murong had no choice but to shake his head and slowly tasted the orange juice on his hands, but he began to laugh in his heart.

Good naive reason, naive people feel extremely untrue.

He thought of himself as a three-year-old child. He made up such a boring story and sent out the pike pen that he thought was more important than his life.

"You may not believe it, but my words are true." Mo Shibei naturally heard the scorn in her disdain words, looked at her with evil eyes, and said in a cold voice, "I said that I gave that pen to the girl I love, and I wanted to write love letters to her."

"The girl you love." Su Murong again pondered repeatedly, suddenly widened his eyes, fixed to look at him