Beloved Wife Miliader
Brothers lost together

Go to the road, the sun is high. 

The baby holding the toy followed him behind, his steps slowly slowing down. It's mid-summer, just out of the cool place, so it's a bit uncomfortable to adapt to the weather. 

Huu Huu raised his small face, whispering softly: "Mother..." 

Van Thi Thi turned around and saw his son's face flushed red, his face helpless and his eyebrows lowered. He hurriedly picked up his toy, anxiously frowning, asking: "What happened? Huu Huu, are you tired?"

Huu Huu frowned, hugged his arm and persuaded him while saying: "Mom! It's so hot, Huu Huu can't walk anymore, I want to hug her! I want to hug her..." 

Van Thi Thi was stunned to hear it, no Don't laugh, squat. Huu Huu looked at that, smiling with arched eyes, playfully sticking out his tongue, diving into his shoulder. Van Thi Thi steady and pick up his son. 

Huu Huu satisfied her shoulders, brought her small face closer, and asked in a beautiful voice: "Mom, are you tired?" 

"Tired." 

"Waiting for Huu Huu to grow up, I will hold my mother again!" 

Van Thi Thi laughed: "Good! Huu Huu is the warm little angel of a mother!"

The baby raised his hand and placed it on his mother's face, puzzledly asking: "Mom, what is a warm little angel?" 

"The one who can make others feel warm, is a little angel." 

"ah! Huu Huu only warms up mother, not anyone else!" Huu Huu is sweet, her lips are pursed and pink, and she kisses her face "Bump" a resplendent kiss. 

The mother and child laughed until they collided with each other, step by step away. 

On the side of the road, a Lincoln car was parked quietly. 

His car body was long, black, and in his window was a handsome face that was cold but still very young.

The boy lazily leaned against the leather chair, one hand resting on his chin. At first glance, she was about 6 years old, an age where she should not look so mature and cold. The boy looked through the car window, expressionlessly staring at Van Thi Thi and Huu Huu joking there. Eyes are a little neat and negative. 

Seeing that figure getting further and further away. 

I don't know why, seeing two people walking away. In his heart, there was an indescribable feeling. 

However, he had a slightly painful as well as bitter feeling, more numbness. Right after that, loneliness.

His eyes no longer followed when the other two were no longer visible. He lowered his eyes, hiding the loneliness in the bottom of his eyes, his gaze drifting into the notebook on his lap. Looking at the half-written word, the atmosphere was rather sad and closed.

A middle-aged man in a suit opened the car door and gave a sweet breakfast package.

"Little master, here's your sweet breakfast."

The butler opened the breakfast box for her, gave her a cake and a fork.

"Don't eat." It pushed to the side, coldly saying, "Ride."

Kieu Ba looked at it with a blank look. Then, he picked up the cake and threw it into a trash can on the side of the road, then got into the car and left.

Nightly.

Mo Thi, Office of the Director General.

In the eyes of a relaxed person, a noble temperament indicates luxury.

The man was standing by the window, his sturdy body had a length of 1m8, his aura was incredible.

His expression was cold, staring at the night view of the bustling city. His eyes still look like that, the depth of his eyes.

Mu Wanrou slowly opened the director's door, and immediately saw a figure standing still at the window. The corners of his lips spontaneously formed a gentle smile.

This man, holds the highest position of Mu Thi. He is a rich young general manager, taking over the reins at Mu. Also the great master of the Mo family, Mo Nha Triet, and at the same time, also his fiancee.

Although they had not celebrated their wedding, she had been considered the aunt of the Mu family. In the future, her wedding will be the most solemn and luxurious of the century.

But this man, was welcomed by many rich girls. Recalling the title of today's article, Mo Nha Triet along with a photo of her sister, Mo Uyen Nhu, was jealous to the point of going crazy!

In the eyes of an outsider, she was the mistress of your future. But no one knew, she and Mo Nha Triet had the title of husband and wife, but unlike the real husband and wife.

This guy, he really doesn't care about her.

This makes it irresistible.

Mu Uyen Nhu left her bag on the sofa, gently coming behind her, gently hugging that strong body, her face slowly clinging onto her broad back.

"Triophy..."

Mo Nha Triet restored her sight, expressionless, tilting her face, under the light, her figure deep and smooth, her five senses sharp. His long proud and sharp eyes, especially the deep phoenix eyes, like black pearls, attracted one's soul.

This is a mature handsome man, his good looks are not just a symbol. Although his face was cold and young, his bones exuded an imperial aura.

Raising hands and feet was also proud, like a noble king in ancient times, wave your hands and get it all.

This kind of aura, once you see it, you will know how much experience it has, and it is born with frugality.

"He told me to come ask you, are you going home tomorrow night?"

His eyebrows shot up, his lips opened indifferently, saying: "Not going back."

The woman saw that she was very cold, glanced at her desk, the documents on the table had piled up, and asked in a low voice, "Zhi, are you bothering me?"