A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh's Cute and Sweet Wife

Chapter 1992



Chapter 1992

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Chapter 1992: Chapter 2003-worried about him

Translator: 549690339

Shen chengjing was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling as if it was reflecting his face. As she looked at it, she felt so uncomfortable that she was rolling around in bed. She lay on the bed to stop herself from thinking about it.

She almost lost control of her emotions when she thought of mo Yancheng.

She didn’t know if it was because she was too young and he was her first man that she loved him so much, or if there were other reasons! She realized that without him by her side, even the air around her had nothing to do with her.

“Hello, Cheng, it’s me.” Mo Yanchen was on the phone.

Hearing the voice from the other end, he asked,””Cheng, you ... Are you crying?”

“Uncle, I miss you.” Shen chengjing said in a low voice, not hiding her feelings for him at all.

These few days, she couldn’t eat or sleep. Even an accident happened during filming. Her heart had been hanging in the air, afraid that something would happen to him, but his phone had been turned off.

“I missed you too! I lost my phone, so I didn’t contact you. ” Mo Yancheng said.

“Uncle, are you okay?” Shen chengjing asked, worried that something might have happened to him or that he might have been injured.

“Very good, but I’ll be back in a week.” Mo Yancheng said.

Time passed quickly as he chatted with her. He only hung up after half an hour.

Shen chengjing, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up and ran outside. When she saw Mo Yan, she ran up to him and said excitedly,””Grandpa, Ah Chen called back.”

Upon hearing her words, Mo Yan only gave a faint smile,””Is he alright?”

“He said he’ll be back in a week. Grandpa, he’s really fine.” Shen chengjing was excited.

She was really worried that he would get into an accident, so she had been absent-minded for the past few days.

“It’s good that you are fine! Chengjing, you’re just too worried. As a soldier, you have your own choices! San er has the ability to protect himself, you must believe in him. ” Mo Yan looked at her happy appearance and those twinkling almond eyes. Those eyes couldn’t lie.

She really loved mo Yancheng, more than anything else!

Seeing his granddaughter-in-law like this, he couldn’t help but feel gratified!

“Yes.”

“Rest early,” Mo Yan said. Shen chengjing suddenly remembered that mo Yancheng was coming back. Would he criticize her if he saw that her skin was very bad? For this reason, she jogged back to her room to apply a Facial Mask.

Hearing her humming, Mo Yan couldn’t help but shake his head. He turned around and went back to the room next door to sit, but he was a little dazed.

“Hello, elder mo.” At this moment, someone called.

“How is it?” Mo Yan asked.

“Young master mo Yancheng is indeed investigating. Even young master mo Sanmiao is involved!” The other party said with certainty.

“I know.” Mo Yan said and hung up the phone.

No wonder mo Yancheng sent mo chenghuan and Lin Qinghui away. He was afraid that they would be implicated!

But why was mo Sanmiao involved? All these years, mo Sanmiao and Mo Yancheng’s relationship had been ordinary. They only exchanged a few words when they met and did not contact each other at all.

Deep into the night, Shen Chen sat by the bed in a daze. She looked at herself in the mirror. She picked up a pen and wrote mo Yancheng’s name on the mirror. She even drew a heart.

“Hurry up and come back.” She pointed at the name and said. Looking at his name, she felt extremely excited.

“Tsk tsk! Sister-in-law, your infatuated look is very ugly! It’s obviously summer, why are you still thinking about love?” At this moment, someone spoke.

Shen chengjing turned around and saw mo Zitan leaning against the door, munching on a cucumber. She heard a crisp sound as she spoke.

“Pfft, you, you learned this from ah ze?” Shen chengjing looked at this scene. It was all too familiar.


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