"Yes." Fourteen nodded respectfully, and then asked carefully, "Grandpa, that young master..."

When talking about Bai Yanxun, Old Master Bai suddenly sank his face and was obviously not very happy.

He pressed his head and said in a deep voice, "Since he doesn't answer my phone, I don't care about him for the time being. It's not his business to worship ancestors. He can't help much when he comes. Besides, I have told my subordinates that he is recuperating. I might as well wait until tomorrow's election will succeed, and I will take Yunxi to Melbourne to find him."

Sisi narrowed his eyes, bowed after responding, "Then I'll go back first, Grandpa, you can rest early."

Old Master Bai waved his hand and signaled him to go back first.

Fourteen exited, the door was closed.

Old Mr. Bai slowly took out a photo frame from the drawer, and there was a photo of Bai Xinwei inside.

This is his only son.

But he died for a woman intently...

"Xinwei, no matter what dad did, don't hate me."

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The sound of the door opening came from the entrance, and Bei Wanxing woke up in shock and hurriedly sat up from the sofa.

Mo Yaochen walked in with his coat, changed his shoes and walked upstairs.

Bei Wanxing looked at the wall clock, 5:27.

It's going to dawn.

She stood up and walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Mo Yaochen changed his clothes and got off. He sat down on the sofa, slid on the lighter and lit a cigarette.

Bei Wanxing quickly prepared the sandwich. She didn't know anything at the beginning, but now she has been very comfortable with these meals, and it has only been a few months.

She brought the sandwich to the table and soaked two more glasses of milk.

Bei Wanxing walked out and wanted to call him for dinner, but he smelled the pungent smell of smoke in the room.

She frowned and smelled uncomfortable, "When did you learn to smoke? It's bad for your health."

She remembered that he didn't touch cigarettes before.

Mo Yaochen flipped through the document on his phone, looked up at her and said, "You always refuse to suck it for me, I can only smoke."

Bei Wanxing was stunned and then understood what he meant by sucking...

Why did it suddenly get pulled up and sucked?!

She blushed. Mo Yaochen seemed to be looking at some important documents. He was very serious. He ignored her. Bei Wanxing didn't say anything, but just stared at his side.

While he was focusing, she took out her cell phone and secretly pointed it at him and took a photo.

The man's side face was perfect and clean. He sat on the sofa with his legs on his face, holding a cigarette in his right hand, looking handsomely like the cover of a male magazine.

Bei Wanxing gently stroked the screen with his fingertips, and the corners of his mouth gently curled up.

She opened her personal space and uploaded the photo. The system prompted to enter the remark name.

She thought about it and typed: Almost~love.

A lover who is not destined to be.

It's her favorite song.

Unpredictable, a voice sounded above my head, "Why are you laughing foolishly here alone?"

Bei Wanxing was stunned, and quickly raised his head, and saw Mo Yaochen standing in front of him at some point.

She told the truth, "Nothing...I'm looking at the photos."

"The nude photos of a male star?!"

"No! I won't look at those!"

"Who knows?!"

Mo Yaochen glared at her, turned around and walked towards the dining table, "Get over and have breakfast! It's hard!"

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Who is delaying?!
Chapter completed!