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

   "Me?" Mo Sanmiao listened, but didn't return to his senses for a while. Why is he pitiful?

  The nightclub pulled him over and whispered: "I found the reason why you can't find a girlfriend."

"Too long? Or too handsome?" Mo Sanmiao listened. He waved his hand and said triumphantly: "You know, the Mo family in City A, no one dares to provoke! Although I am not as good as Brother Chen, but After all, a good man like me who is extinct does not gamble or prostitute! He is absolutely sought-after."

  The nightclub stared at him, and changed: "Go on."

   "Wu Hao said that a good man like me, a woman will feel inferior when she sees it! When a man sees it, they all detour, so it's normal for me to be single!" Mo Sanmiao said.

  The look in his eyes at the nightclub became even more pitiful.

   "The real reason is that you will never learn to cook." The nightclub said decisively.

   "Puff." Mo Sanmiao listened, somewhat shocked, looked at him, and said with a look of disbelief: "Can't cook? Except for this, I can do everything."

  The last time I helped Wang Shenghao, he handled it very well! The Wang family also praised him, and now, what the nightclub said is not quite right?

   "That's not it, it's a flaw."

The nightclub said, stretched out his hand to take out the knife, shook his hand a few times, stretched out his hand and flicked it, and said, "I heard that Mo Yan's cooking skills are top-notch! He was also praised by the chief executive when he was fighting back then! Mo Chenghuan also Not bad, but Mo Yanchen, needless to say."

   "..." Mo Sanmiao had an ominous premonition. He reached out and clasped the shoulder of the nightclub: "Uncle Ye, do you need the contact information of a woman who can't cook a man?"

   "Extinct, just like you, extinct."

  Mo Sanmiao listened, very hurt, he nodded vigorously: "Teached!"

   "Come on, I'll teach you." The night club said, pulling a chair and sitting there with his legs crossed, not ready to do it, but let Mo Sanmiao do it for him.

  Mo Sanmiao has a feeling of being used by others, but he can't tell what's wrong.

   "Do as I said." The nightclub said, reaching out his hand, looking at his fingertips, and said, "A man like me usually doesn't bother to come in person."

  "……"

  At this time, Aliang rushed over and he had documents to sign.

  When I walked into the kitchen, I saw this scene, Mo Sanmiao was too busy to be a dog, sitting on a chair in the nightclub, saying nothing, actually eating melon seeds.

   "Cough." Upon seeing this, Aliang coughed in a deep voice, trying to restore his image in the nightclub.

   Hearing A Liang’s voice, the nightclub stretched out his hand and beckoned him to come over and say, “I’ll stay for dinner today and try my cooking.”

   "Yes! It's been a long time since I ate the nightclub food." A Liang listened and said, but he carefully glanced at Mo Sanmiao's figure.

  This person looks at his manners, waving his hands, and doubts about putting salt. The craftsmanship is clumsy. Can he eat?

   "I am obviously doing it." Mo Sanmiao said.

  A Liang listened. He handed over the documents and asked the nightclub to sign, and then whispered: "Nightclub, did you agree to go to City C? Do you want to prepare a car first?"

  Mo Sanmiao stopped, turned around and looked at them and said, "Are you going to take your sister-in-law away?"

   "Hmm," said the nightclub.

  Mo Sanmiao's face changed. He bent down and said softly, "Do you know that my brother Chen was injured and returned to the army?"

  He knew it, so he ran over, just to prevent Chen Chengjing from going out.

  The two looked at each other and glanced at him: "It seems, let me come to this meal."