"Don't ask...Where are we going to find my brother?" Wei Yang's words are always in a child's unique tone. She likes to look at you with a small mouth, as if she is ready to cry at any time, such a childish threat, It always makes Xiahouxuan laugh and cry, but in desperation, they can only coax carefully, not daring to disobey.

"I'll call the boss first and ask him where he is." Mo Wen was about to walk out of the room, but was grabbed by Wei Yang's little hand, smiled lightly, and then bent down and said.

Wei Yang listened, and after looking at Mo Wen for a while, she narrowed her beautiful sea-blue eyes, and the next moment, she hugged Mo Wen's neck relentlessly, and said tenderly, "No! My brother said that Yang Yang is going to find him, what will he do when he comes back by himself! Yang Yang wants to go out to play! He wants to play! "

Mo Wen stroked his forehead and sighed, in the end, who the hell was it that raised an eight-year-old child to be this kind of person?

Seeing Mo Wen's compromising expression, Wei Yang giggled happily, and refused to let go of the hand holding his neck.

Seeing that she didn't mean to let go, Mo Wen didn't know what kind of mind she had in holding the person in her arms and putting it in her arms, and said, "Then let's get ready to go out and change our pajamas."

"No." Wei Yang pouted and shook his head, but he didn't want to let go, "Mo Wen will leave, and then I'll give my brother a tip!"

how do you know? Mo Wen secretly said in his heart, but there was a smirk on his face, and a cold sweat broke out on the back of his back. This time the nightclub is scheduled to go. He can only hope that the boss will just go to a regular bar now!

"Then what? You're wearing pajamas, and you can't go out...the door...ah..." Mo Wen instinctively lowered his head to look at Wei Yang's pajamas, but didn't want his eyes to hit the pink princess collar. The girl has grown. His chest was faintly hidden under the pink coat, making him even more attractive. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple trembled, and a heart seemed to be in his throat, so he couldn't panic.

"Don't ask, does the bow tie look good?" Wei Yang raised his chest and smiled.

"Okay, good-looking..." Mo Wen nodded, suddenly feeling his nose warm.

"Mo Wen, take Yang Yang to find your brother." Seeing that Mo Wen still didn't respond, Wei Yang pouted in displeasure.

"Ah?" Mo Wen raised his head and looked at his wide-open beautiful eyes. He finally regained his senses. He hurriedly got up, but because Wei Yang's hand never let go, his feet slipped and hit the place that made his nose bleed. .

Through the cotton pajamas, the fiery nose can still smell the faint fragrance.

"Ah! Mo Wen! It hurts!" Wei Yang frowned. Mo Wen's chest hurt so badly, and his back was pressed against the cold head of the bed. Tears welled up in his big eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I, miss, don't cry, don't cry." This time, Mo Wen didn't even have time to identify the scent on Wei Yang's body, so he quickly got up, his cheeks were flushed, and even his ears were stained. With a layer of bright colors, he scratched his ears and cheeks, so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

"Humph! Mo Wen is the worst!" Wei Yang pouted, tears falling down like he didn't want money, making Mo Wen's heart cry into pieces.

"That's right, Mo Wen is the worst. Don't cry, miss. You can do whatever you want with Mo Wen. Please don't cry." Mo Wen was so anxious that he almost jumped up and down. He looked at Wei Yang's Tears, drop by drop, were like a few boulders fell on his heart!

Therefore, sometimes the toughest man will be defeated by the tears of a woman. Mo Wen is a typical example.

"Yang Yang wants brother..." Wei Yang finally stopped crying and choked up, which made Mo Wen even more distressed.

"Okay, let's go now!" Mo asked where he dared to say anything, he held the tears in his arms and strode out, thinking in his heart that Xiahou Xuan, who had scolded the bastard to death, had nothing to do when he came back so late!

Although it is summer now, the night temperature in the capital is still very low. Mo Wen took the coat from the servant and put it on Wei Yang, then carried her to the garage.

"Call my brother." Wei Yang finally sat in the car peacefully, letting Mo Wen fasten her seat belt, then turned his head and said, "Just ask him where he is, and don't say a word!"

Mo Wen looked at the meaning that flashed in Wei Yang's big eyes... If you dare to give your brother a secret code, you are dead. He was dumbfounded. After starting the car, he dialed Xia Houxuan's number.

"What's wrong?" Xia Houxuan answered the phone quickly, and the background voice was not too loud.

"Boss, where are you?" Mo Wen hoped that Xiahou Xuan could hear something from his six words.

"Lan Ye. What?" Xiahou Xuan seemed to have no telepathy with Mo Wen.

"It's okay, I'll hang up first." Mo Wen quickly hung up the phone, looked down at the two fingers resting on his waist, and the corners of his mouth twitched. The threat was too red, right?

"Mo Wen..." Wei Yang's little friend was satisfied, withdrew her little hand, leaned on the back of the chair, and pouted, "Mo Wen, I want a gun." She remembered that her toy was a real gun, Now that she is eighteen years old, she doesn't have a gun.

"But you're still young, so it's inappropriate to carry a gun." Mo Wen felt inappropriate. Wei Yang's biological age is eighteen, but his mental age is ten years younger. It's too dangerous for an eight-year-old girl to carry a gun. .

Wei Yang didn't say anything, just complained with his eyes.

"Uh..." Mo Wen touched his nose and asked tentatively, "Then, can I give you a toy gun?"

"..." Wei Yang secretly said in his heart, go to hell!

"Uh... I promise, it must be an absolute one-to-one imitation gun!"

"……"simulation? You only simulate, and your whole family simulates! Wei Yang rolled his eyes in his heart, but there was already a tear on his face.

"Pa ta..." With a sound, the tears rolling in the eye sockets hit Wei Yang's white and tender back of the hand, and a tear rose up.

"Give it! Give it! Isn't it a real gun! I have more!" Mo Wen's heart tightened, and he hurriedly wiped away the tears on the back of Wei Yang's hand. The cold touch made him feel that his heart was frozen. Living.

"Yeah! Mo Wen is the best!" Wei Yang smiled. His expression changed so quickly that Mo Wen's brain was short-circuited. When he came back to his senses, Wei Yang's little baby was already saying that he was what guns do you want...

"Actually, I think the toy gun..." Mo Wen was about to make amends, but in Wei Yang's stare, his voice disappeared. He put two fingers on his lips and made a zipper motion, which made Wei Yang turn with satisfaction. He turned his head and looked excitedly at the high-rise buildings that floated back quickly on the road.

Mo Wen beat his chest and feet, he will be scolded to death by the boss, he will definitely be scolded to death! It was already a big mistake to lead Wei Yang to the bar, and now it was even more wrong to promise to give Wei Yang a gun. He was punished for both crimes... He didn't want to go to a concentration camp in Brunei!

After giving up on himself for a second, Mo Wen felt that if Wei Yang had to carry a gun, at least he had to train. It didn't matter if he killed or injured others, but if she accidentally hurt herself, then the boss shouldn't be distressed to death? Then he, the culprit, can be thrown directly into the Pacific Ocean.

The man driving the car mourning his gloomy future didn't realize that he, who thought he was the culprit, actually just obeyed Wei Yang's request, and Wei Yang's children's shoes were the real initiator... But this, I believe It was impossible for this man to think of it.

Men, sometimes they are so blind.