My Previous Fraternal Twins

Is it love over time? " Asked Mo Zichen.

Tang Wanrou was slightly stunned.

Her hint was so obvious that he didn't understand what he meant.

But soon she put away her unhappy look and said with a smile, "maybe so, but people outside said that the eldest brother was forced. Maybe there were reasons for the two children."

"Their feelings look good," murmured Mo Zichen.

Tang Wanrou's pupil darkened a bit and continued: "in a rich family, which couple is not beautiful and sweet in front of outsiders, no one knows how they are at home."

Mo Zichen is not uncommon for what Tang Wanrou said, and his parents are a typical case.

But he also knows Mo Shichen. His big brother's eyes never lie.

Mo Zichen drove seriously and did not continue to pick up Tang Wanrou's words.

After a long time, Tang Wanrou asked in a warm voice, "Zichen, let's think of a name for the child?"

"Do you have any good suggestions?" Mo Zichen asked faintly.

Tang Wanrou thought of the child's name a long time ago. She pretended to think, "how about calling Zihan? Zibu Jinghan means having a bright future and broad mind."

"Not bad, suitable for boys' names, do you have girls?" Mo Zichen asked.

She smiled with satisfaction and said casually, "well... I haven't figured out the girl's name yet."

Tang Wanxin hopes to be a boy, so that she can literally rob Mo's family property with Tang Wanxin. After all, his value is very high.

Girls can't inherit this family business.

"Go back and ask Mom Zhang to prepare things for labor in case of premature delivery!" Mo Zichen said.

He was careful, and Tang Wanrou secretly rejoiced.

"OK," she said softly.

The setting sun slanted on Mozi Chen's face, and the golden brilliance made his side face look particularly moving.

Tang Wanrou stared at his side face and was stunned.

Feeling the strange look, Mo Zichen looked back suspiciously: "what's the matter?"

She was a little embarrassed and hesitated, "no, no, nothing..."

Tang Wanrou's eyes looked out of the window. Mo Shichen and Tang Wan received the marriage certificate. Although they didn't have a wedding, they were justifiable.

But now she and Mozi Chen didn't get a license and didn't have a wedding.

He woke up for such a long time and didn't hear him mention them.

Tang Wanrou warned intentionally or unintentionally, "Zichen, I heard that we should prepare a birth permit to have a child, but we didn't get married. I'm afraid it's hard to do this certificate."

"Don't worry about it. Mom will help us prepare it." Mo Zichen comforted.

When Tang Wanrou saw that he didn't mean to continue, he was very upset and uneasy.

For things she can't grasp, she wants more.

"What about us..." she asked.

Mozi Chen suddenly stepped on the emergency brake. Tang Wanrou was overwhelmed and nearly hit the front glass.

When she looked at him with a shocked look on her face, Mo Zichen suddenly said, "after giving birth, I will give you what you should have."

"What?" asked Tang Wanrou, pretending not to understand.

Mo Zichen said faintly, "here's your wedding."

Although he doesn't like the woman in front of him so much, he may have feelings over time.

Tang Wanrou was very happy, but she said, "it's OK whether the wedding is done or not, that is, the marriage certificate is done, so it's more convenient to do anything in the future."

Her words were all for the sake of the children. Mo Zichen was a little relieved that he might have met a good woman.

"The wedding still needs to be held. I was unconscious before. There's no way. It's different now. Now the child is approaching the due date, and it's very tired to hold the wedding. What do you think of waiting until the month is over?" asked Mo Zichen.

Tang Wanrou was even happier.

"Listen to you," she said with a smile.

"HMM." Mo Zichen answered and started the car slowly.

They soon returned home.

At the moment, the master mother of Mohism was sitting on the sofa. When she saw them coming back from the outside, she smiled and asked, "where did Zichen go to play?"

"I didn't go anywhere. I took Wanrou outside to get some fresh air," Mo Zichen said.

"Where have you been?" asked the master mother of Mohism.

"Stroll around. By the way, mom, have you asked someone to do the child's birth permit? If not, the child will not be able to register at that time." Mo Zichen deliberately changed the topic.

The master mother of Mohism cut Tang Wanrou's body with cool eyes.

Tang Wanrou is a stupid fox who thinks she is clever. She wants to prevent her son from being cheated.

She said coldly, "it's done. The things are already in Zhang's hands. You don't have to worry about these things."

Tang Wanrou was afraid of Mozi's mistress. She hid on Mozi Chen. Seeing her like this, she didn't even dare to lift her head.

"Let's go up first," Mo Zichen said to the master mother of the Mohist school.

When they went upstairs, Mo Zichen comforted her: "Mom just has high requirements for us at ordinary times. She is a person with a knife mouth and tofu heart. If she says something that makes you unhappy, you don't have to take it to heart."

Tang Wanrou sneered at the bottom of her heart. What knife mouth tofu heart is false.

Her heart is harder than stainless steel, even poisonous!

Mo Zichen is now her dependence, so what he says is what he says.

She smiled and said, "I see. Mom is very considerate of us. I understand."

Mo Zichen was also pleased to see that she was considerate of her mother.

"It's good to know. If there's nothing wrong, I'll go out first," Mo Zichen said.

Tang Wanrou nodded softly.

After Mo Zichen left the room, she took off the camouflage on her face.

The other side.

"When are you going to let her know about it?" Tang Wanxin leaned back on his seat and asked in a warm voice.

Mo Shichen deliberately betrayed the point: "when she should know, she will know."

Since he has his own plan, Tang Wanxin doesn't ask any more questions.

"Does the eye still hurt?" Mo Shichen asked.

He reached out and squeezed her hand in his spare time.

"It doesn't hurt. It will take so long to see it. It's very stuffy and flustered." Tang Wanxin answered truthfully.

"Listen to the drama? Or listen to the opera?" Mo Shichen asked habitually.

Tang Wanxin's heart collapsed slightly.

She waved her hand powerlessly and said with a smile, "forget it and go home to sleep."

It's cool and just right to sleep.

Seeing that she really didn't like it, Mo Shichen didn't continue to force: "listen to you."

Just as the car came to the periphery of the Mohist manor, Mo Shichen saw a dark area in front of him.

I don't know what it is. I don't know until I get closer. It's a snake!

I'm afraid there are thousands of snakes!

He parked his car on the side of the road and called the Mohist villa: "how's home?"

"Young master, there are many snakes at home..."

"Ah, run, run."

"Come here again, miss, be careful!"

There was a noisy voice on the other end of the phone.