I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

"You will say something missing at that time, and someone will prepare it for you."

Qiao Mianmian: "..."

Everything is ready?

How did she feel... he thought about letting her go to his house early in the morning.

Qiao Mianmin's heart panicked at the thought of his fiery enthusiasm when he kissed her, and his deep eyes filled with fiery **.

*

The car drove halfway.

Qiao Mianmian couldn't bear the sleepiness and fell asleep in the car.

She leaned her head against the car window, probably because of the uncomfortable sleep in this posture, her eyebrows tightened from time to time during her sleep.

On several occasions, his head slammed onto the glass window and made a "boom" sound.

Mo Yesi is holding a notebook while processing several emails.

Before I finished it, I heard the movement beside me and turned my head to take a look.

Looking at the girl who was still frowning while sleeping, she closed her notebook, reached out and rubbed her eyebrows, and whispered: "Uncle Li, drive slowly."

"Yes, young master."

Mo Yesi put the notebook aside, and the sleeping young girl stretched her hand over, adjusted her sleeping position, and let her lie on his lap.

Then he took off the blazer and took it lightly on her.

There was a chance that the bangs would slip and cover her eyes.

He flicked away gently, looked down at her for a few seconds, and dropped a hand on her pink cheek, gently stroking it twice.

"Mianmian..."

He whispered softly, "Are you really my savior?"

Uncle Li just saw this tender scene in his eyes. His shocked hands shook, and the black Rolls-Royce instantly shifted his direction, almost hitting the side railing.

Frightened, Uncle Li hurriedly straightened the steering wheel, sweating wildly on his forehead.

Mo Yesi raised his head, his cold eyes narrowed, and said in a deep voice: "Be careful."

"Yes, yes, young master."

Uncle Li didn't dare to be distracted anymore, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and concentrated on it.

*

after an hour.

The Black Rolls-Royce drove into a luxurious manor halfway up the hillside.

The thick carved copper door slowly opened, and in the security room at the door, the security guard stood up and bowed to the people in the car to salute.

Tall sycamore trees were planted on both sides of the road, and the extensive green lawn was trimmed neatly. Rolls-Royce opened for a while, and finally stopped by a fountain pool.

The car stopped steadily. After Uncle Li got out of the car, he walked to the rear compartment and opened the door.

Mo Yesi got out of the car, and the manor housekeeper Ren immediately stepped forward and bowed ninety degrees, respectfully saying, "Master, good evening."

"Ok."

Mo Yesi nodded his head slightly, bent down into the car, and reached out to hug Qiao Mian, who was sleeping soundly.

When he took Qiao Mianmian out of the car again, Ren's eyes widened in shock.

As if he heard that the end of the world is coming, he has an incredible look on his face.

? ? ? Is he blind? !

What the young master holds in her arms... is it a woman? !

He felt that he was terrified.

Immediately turned his head and asked Uncle Li what was going on.

Uncle Li also gave him a look: Well, that's what you see.

Rennes: "..."

He felt that the whole person was a little bit better.

Was frightened.

He received a call from the young master this afternoon and ordered him to buy some female daily necessities.

At that time, he didn't think much about it, thinking about whether his wife or old lady would come to live for a while.

But who knows, that woman is neither a lady nor an old lady, but this woman in the arms of the young master! !