Wanxing didn't think so much, thinking he was really busy with the company's affairs. [Okay, please be careful when driving at night.]

[Who are you?] This woman never has a memory!

【…Husband is careful, I'll wait for you to come back.】

【Be good, I will reward you at night.】

Bei Wanxing didn't reply again. When she thought that the text message would be seen by people over there... she felt uncomfortable all over, as if she was sitting on pins and needles.

Perhaps because of the hard kick in the afternoon, Bei Wanxing only felt that her abdomen and legs were sore, so tired that she couldn't stand up. She closed her eyes and thought.

Since they forced her to drug her, it proved that they did not dare to move Mo Yaochen openly... so he should not be in any other danger.

Bei Wanxing's heart was hanging down, at least she asked her to "take action", which was much better than they used other methods to retaliate against Mo Yaochen.

She can't let her mother be hurt...and she can't let Mo Yaochen be hurt.

Her head became dizzy. Bei Wanxing was always tired recently. She rubbed her temples, leaned sideways on the sofa, and took a nap with her eyes closed.

There was no light on in the living room, and the moonlight shone in through the gauze curtains...

Just opposite the corner of the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling window, a huge Doraemon stood there...

The purely handmade human-shaped mutton suit is exquisitely crafted and very realistic, exactly the same as the Dingdang Cat in the animation, and is as tall as 190.

Mo Yaochen's tall and strong body was wrapped in Doraemon. He was so hot that he couldn't breathe, but he couldn't move around casually...

Depend on!

This thing is so fat, so swollen and so heavy, he might fall out as soon as he moves...

Isn't that totally over?!

He has planned the "Christmas proposal night" that he has been planning for so long all night, and he must not fail!

Australia is already hot, Mo Yaochen is so stuffy that he is sweating all over. His custom-made wedding dress is soaked, and the sweat beads slide down his handsome chin...

If Baozaiyue hadn't liked Doraemon and had bought Doraemon patterns for everything, he wouldn't have to wear such a painful thing!

Fortunately, she didn't like a gourd baby, otherwise he wouldn't know how to wear that kind of puppet outfit...

After waiting for the marriage proposal, he must hold her up and do it hard several times...

Mom, I'm going to be hot!

Mo Yaochen gasped heavily, and he could faint if he accidentally got angry. He carefully stretched out one hand and slightly opened the zipper of the doll.

A little air comes in...

Mo Yaochen finally got breathable. He squeezed into the doll, holding the switch buttons of all the landscape lights in the courtyard in one hand, and taking out his cell phone in the other hand to look at the time.

Just five minutes away.

He edited the text message, [Bao Zaoyue, I will get home soon, hurry up and pick me up in the courtyard outside!]

Should I be more gentle... or short, so that the impact will be stronger later?

Mo Yaochen thought for a long time, and called and deleted. Before he could press the send, the phone that Bei Wanxing placed on the coffee table suddenly rang.

Mo Yaochen was standing at the corner outside the floor-to-ceiling window, not far away, on a quiet night, he could hear the sound in the living room.

Bei Wanxing had just entered a light sleep state, and the ringtone woke her up. She sat up and saw that the call was another strange number.

She clenched her hands tightly and had to pick them up, "Hey?"
Chapter completed!