Young Master Mo Dotes on His Wife and Seizes His Love

Three years later.

"I am back."

Before Zhao Yunxin woke up, she saw the inexplicable missed calls and called back. Hearing a familiar voice and a sleepy look, she woke up instantly and sat up.

"Han Huier!"

"It's rare that you still remember me." Han Huier's voice was full of smiles, but her phone was full of noise, as if she was in a crowded place.

Hearing her voice, Zhao Yunxin almost burst into tears with excitement, and said quickly, "You... you're back, where are you? I'm... how about I drive to pick you up now?"

This time, Zhao Yunxin was afraid that he would run away again, so she hurriedly asked her current address.

"I just got off the plane, don't forget to pick me up, I'll wait for you in the parking lot."

In fact, Han Huier did not refuse, but readily agreed.

Zhao Yunxin glanced at the time, and she was already there after six o'clock.

At this time, Mo Anchen, hearing her movement, slowly got up and took her arm: "Do you still have energy?"

"Be honest with me. When Han Huier comes back, I'll pick her up." Zhao Yunxin pushed him away.

Mo Anchen glanced at her phone lightly, understood what she meant, stretched his waist, and the two of them changed into fresh clothes before driving to the airport.

At the same time, Zhao Yunxin also warned Mo Anchen not to let him tell Zhuge Wen.

Mo Anchen drove the car, smiling without saying a word.

"I'm afraid he knows by now."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yunxin scratched her head with her hands in order to pick up Han Huier.

Mo Anchen casually took the phone and threw it into her arms. After one o'clock in the morning, he sent a message.

"Han Huier, she's back."

A simple sentence, ideally containing a lot of information.

Zhao Yunxin was surprised to see this, and then thought about it. With his current strength, he doesn't know anything big or small at home and abroad. In addition, buying tickets now requires a real-name system. I'm afraid he bought the ticket on his side. Got it.

When they arrived at the airport, they saw Han Huier standing there in a windbreaker, with a child standing beside her.

Zhao Yunxin opened her eyes wide and stepped forward quickly.

Faster than her, there was another man who parked the car directly in front of Han Huier. The man got out of the car and grabbed the woman, carried her on the street, and fell into the back seat.

In just a few seconds, the time was extremely fast, and there was only one child standing in the distance and a suitcase.

Zhao Yunxin didn't have time to think, the child couldn't see Han Huier and cried and held her back, but the little girl was very calm: "Hello, Aunt Zhao Yunxin."

"Yeah, you know me?"

"I often hear my mother mentioning you. I still know your picture. My mother was taken away. Auntie, you have to take me back, otherwise I will have nowhere to go."

Zhao Yunxin looked at the little girl who was only three or four years old, but she was very calm, with a baby voice, like an adult's tone.

Mo Anchen and Zhao Yunxin looked at each other and smiled, then got into the car with the children and went home all the way.

It's approaching evening.

Only then did I see a car coming, Zhuge Wen stopped the car, and the two got out of the car as if they were having an awkward fight.

Zhuge Wen's face was gloomy, and he could clearly see the scars on his face and neck.

Han Huier, however, was flamboyantly smiling, and greeted Zhao Yunxin as soon as she got out of the car.

Zhao Yunxin was amused by their appearance, and held back her smile to invite them in. She never expected that they would be as good as ever after not seeing them for a few years.

On the contrary, it was the little girl who saw the man coming, ran all the way and called for her father as hard as she could.

Only then did Zhao Yunxin realize that this little girl knew a lot despite her young age.

As far back as she could remember in her grade, she secretly contacted her biological father behind Han Huier's back, chatted for a few months, and persuaded her mother to return to China.

Only then did the next thing happen.

Zhao Yunxin has her own business brand, and with the help of Mo Anchen, it grows bigger and bigger, and even has their stores all over the country.

After Han Huier returned to China, the two families often got together for dinner and outings. On the contrary, Lin Yutong became a loner and often changed her boyfriend to go with her.

Mo Anchen and Zhao Yunxin were happy together, and later gave birth to a little girl, who was smart and cute.

"What am I going to do next?"

Zhao Yunxin leaned aside and watched the pair of children get along harmoniously, but Han Huier's little girl was left behind in her home, which was almost full of children's toys, and she was worried about her future plans.

Mo Anchen was at the side, looking at her bright expression, full of confusion, he threw a report directly.

"As far as you are now, I think it's almost like opening a kindergarten."

Zhao Yunxin remembered what Mo Anchen said casually, and she nodded in approval.

"You're right. If I were to start a kindergarten now, it would be a piece of cake. I wouldn't need to spend too much on advertising when I go back to the store to promote it."

Mo Anchen looked at her from the side, and smiled: "Are you really willing?"

"of course."

But who would have thought that his son came over wearing a small suit, holding a Rubik's Cube in his hand, raised his head lightly, and glanced at the couple. It’s too brainless to support everything.”

When Zhao Yunxin heard her son commenting on her like this, she was stunned for a moment, and even aggrieved: "Son, you are my child, how can you say that about me?"

"Did I say something wrong?" The little boy looked up at them seriously,
If it weren't for the father to help the mother behind the scenes, how could children's clothing be able to achieve such a large scale, and now they have to run their own kindergarten, and I am afraid that it is the rhythm of losing money.

Just when he wanted the poisonous snake to speak, the little girl trotted over: "Mo Yunci, if you can't speak, don't speak. How can you say that about auntie? Are you still auntie's son?"

"Call me brother!"

"I don't want it. You are only one year older than me. Why do you call your brother?"

Looking at the way these two little guys bickered, Zhao Yunxin could imagine how they would grow up and bicker together, and she was full of anticipation in her heart.

If it's a marriage, it's okay.