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tShe dialed Yè Fěimò's phone number, and it rang once before being picked up. “Wen Nuan, come back quickly to cook!”The son yelled at her in a menacing tone.Cheng Anya murmured, "I'm at the apartment....Gu Baobei chose three sets of clothes for Mo Chen, including all the accessories, and then sat on the sofa waiting for Mo Chen to try on the clothes. Actually, no matter what kind of clothes Mo Chen's figure wore, they looked good. As long as it wasn't too avant-garde, he could wear a different style. Gu Baobei felt that among the Mo family, Mo Chen and Mo Xiaobai were the best dressed. They were simply born clothes racks.

And they all dress well, Mo Ye and Mo Jue's clothes were bought by Ye Wei and Eleven. Mo Yao's clothes are more casual, Mo Yao only has two suits, he only wears them when going out to do business. Usually, besides casual wear, it's nightwear. Mo Chen and Mo Xiaobai are different from them; their wardrobes could hold six Mo Yaos.

After Mo Chen tried on his clothes, Gu Baobei pointed to the tie next to him and told him to wear it. Mo Chen took advantage of the situation and asked Gu Baobei to tie the tie for him. Gu Baobei took the striped tie, walked in front of him, looked up at him, and truly tied the tie for him.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with smiles. Those jumping smiles seemed to contain countless doting and youthful vigor. Gu BaoBao carefully helped him tie his tie, meticulous and precise. Mo Chen enjoyed this feeling very much, as if he were the most important person to Gu BaoBao, irreplaceable. Such a woman standing in front of him, tying his tie for him, seemed like his wife. When she got up for work early, she would be so obedient in front of him, tying her tie like this for him.

His wife……

Mo Chen wore a confident smile. It was just a matter of time; she would definitely become his wife. two slender figures stood face to face, less than a meter apart. They glared at each other coldly. The warm ink-colored hair was whipped by the wind, seeming to carry a hint of quiet fury in the cold...