Young Master Mo's Stuttering New Wife

The more you want to hide, the harder it is to hide.

Only then did he fully understand, "The white hair is three thousand feet long, and the fate seems to be long."

Chen Yi, Tong Tong, Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo...

The faces of these people seemed to be arranged in advance, and they kept running in Mo Yuhan's mind.

He had to admit that he really missed them.

Thinking of this, Mo Yuhan snuffed out the cigarette that was about to finish, and quickly ran to the bed, looked at the Paris time displayed on the phone, predicted that Uncle Chen might be at work at this time, and prepared to make a call.

"Bang bang bang-"

But the call stayed on the interface and was stopped by a knock on the door without broadcasting.

Su He walked in from the door, holding a document that gave Mo Yuhan a headache.

These days, they've always had endless papers, and they're all about garden design competitions.

She knows all of this, but this year's garden design competition is different from the past, so there are more rules and stricter reviews.

And these are the daily tasks of the contestants.

"President Mo, this is today's document, and the judges requested that they read it today."

Mo Yuhan completely collapsed.

With so many files, how could he read them all? Although he was reluctant, he still put down his phone and started to read them quickly.

Tomorrow is the official match. Although Mo Yuhan is very sure, but this time the task is very heavy, so he must make sure of it.

Seeing that Boss Mo was looking at the documents seriously, Su He also took advantage of this time to make coffee for Mo Yuhan.

And also tidy up the room casually.

Moreover, he put Mo Yuhan's mobile phone aside, and as soon as he put it away, Chen Yi's note was no longer on the interface.

After lighting up the lamp last night and reading at night, the high-profile garden design competition finally ushered in.

It is worthy of being a world-class competition, and its magnitude is definitely no less than that of the Olympic Games.

The audience, almost a sea of ​​people, rubbing shoulders.

Participants are as many as hundreds of countries.Mo Yuhan is one of them.

The competition was very tense. From the very beginning, the public voted, that is, to let the audience save the most precious vote in their hands for the design they are most optimistic about.Paris is the capital of fashion design, so the design concepts here can be said to be well-known to women and children.

So this election is absolutely authoritative.

A vote was counted, but it was already evening when the votes were announced.

After this layer of screening, the number of people in the competition was almost eliminated to more than half, and the entries of Mozhe Company were indeed the best among the majority.

What foreigners like most is the harmony of the country, and this time Mo Yuhan's design just happens to have a strong harmony of the country, and the skilled design concept will fully display the harmony of the country, which greatly adds points to the work.

Therefore, in the first round, Mozhe Company was far ahead.

In a high-end hotel, Chen Dongzheng watched Mo Yuhan sitting on the competition stage with a proud face through the live broadcast, and his arrogant appearance made the reporter Buddha couldn't help but give a few more shots.

But when the design came out, the audience was in an uproar.

They are all admiring this god, and they are all amazed.

If this is really designed, what a masterpiece it would be!

People all cast admiring gazes on Mo Yuhan, admiring Mo Yuhan, a young and promising Chinese.

But Chen Dong looked at him full of hatred, his eyes were fierce, and his anger seemed to swallow the entire TV.

"Mo Yuhan, I'll let you groan for a few days first, and I'll wait until you are at your best before falling from the highest place."

"Bam—"

"That taste must be delicious!"

As he said that, Chen Dong's movements became more and more exaggerated, and he even had a wicked smile on his face.

There was an indescribable expression in the eyes staring at Mo Yuhan.

What can be seen clearly is that what he is pressing on the design drawing is exactly the same as the design drawing on the TV screen.

How can there be such a similar design.As big as the layout of the beams, as small as the carving of the beak.

If you don't look carefully, you really can't see any flaws.

Even this blueprint seems to be more accurate.

The design competition has been going well, and Mo Yuhan's thoughts have been met. He won the praise of the audience as soon as he appeared. It seems that the second round tomorrow will definitely be well received by everyone.

Thinking of this, Mo Yuhan was overjoyed.

But what he didn't know was that there was a snowstorm coming in Paris.

"Let go of me, I... want... Tongtong!"

Chen Yi had already woken up, she kept shouting, her voice became hoarse.

But despite her hoarseness, the Song family still ignored her.

The answer to her can only be the endless night.

Seeing that there was no one, Chen Yi fell along the door, and fell powerlessly to the cold ground.

There was no sitting for a while.

Is that so?

Chen Yi looked out the window, forcing his mind to empty.

Think about what would happen if Mo Yuhan was by his side?How would he treat those who hurt Tongtong?

Thinking of this, Chen Yi recalled the recording he made before he fainted.

Maybe this might help her a bit.

And, what were they talking about after she passed out?
This is also a kind of proof for her.

I was rejoicing in my heart for my cleverness, but I couldn't touch the phone with my hands.

Chen Yi became a little nervous. Her hands kept searching in her pockets, first from one pocket, and finally from all over her body, but she searched all over her body, but still couldn't find anything.

Could it be that they noticed it, so they hid their phones?

Impossible, if they saw the recording on her cell phone, they would definitely try to get rid of it.

For a moment, Chen Yi seemed to have no fighting spirit at all, and collapsed on the ground.

At this time they were opened.

Song Feng walked in with a wicked smile on his face.

Chen Yi exclaimed, no good, she immediately stood up from the ground and became vigilant.

Judging from the moonlight outside the window, it should be past one o'clock in the morning.

The Song family had already rested, but at this time, Song Feng came in quietly.

It must be something ugly.

For a while, Chen Yi became even more nervous.The hands hidden in the sleeves were tightly clenched together, and the slender nails were embedded in her palms, keeping her awake.

But a thin layer of sweat on her forehead still exposed her panic.

"You...what are you doing?"

Because of fear, Chen Yi spoke even more awkwardly.

Song Feng closed the door and pressed towards Chen Yi step by step.

This woman has not seen for many days, and she has become more and more attractive.

As far as that face, he remembered that it was similar to the bark of an old tree before, but now it is so pink and tender that it can squeeze out water.

And the clothes, obviously they were all old coarse cloth before, and sometimes they were also dressed in pajamas.

But now she is wearing a simple black long dress, which wraps Chen Yi's figure even more exquisitely.

Unable to help, Song Feng swallowed, and went directly to Chen Yipu.