Chapter 692: Stupid son

The villain took the money and looked at the director group:
"Uncle, is it all right?" Yang asked the hundred yuan in his hand.
"can."
The party went back to the house, and when he left, the villain did not forget to wave with Ji Bing:
"Goodbye, Auntie."
"Goodbye, cutie."
Home.
Jiang Tingxu checked the luggage he had prepared before:
"To the island?" asked.
Mo Boyuan stood aside, his eyes dripping softly:
"Ok."
"There is a big temperature difference on the island, so you have to prepare two thicker clothes." As he said, he turned and entered the room.
When I came out, I was already holding the two thick clothes I had just taken out of the closet.
Tuck it into the suitcase and then close the zipper.
"It should be almost there," murmured.
Mo Boyuan stretched out his hand to grab his wife's wrist, his face leaned close, and the breath between the two could clearly spray onto each other's face.
"Wife, do you only prepare his?"
Jiang heard a little uncomfortable, and took a step back:
"You are not a kid, so prepare to go."
Just trying to break free, he was pulled over by the man forcefully, and then kissed tightly, forgetting about it.
So, I didn't notice when the group of people came back?
How long have you been standing at the door?
How many do you see?
In the end, the little guy uttered angrily:
"Mom, you are playing kisses with Dad again!"
Only then did the two people who kissed so much that they couldn't help themselves come back to their senses.
Of course, I also saw a group of people at the door.
Jiang Tingxu took the lead in pushing away the man in front of him. He was very bad and blushed.
But Mo Boyuan, the culprit was not embarrassed at all.
What can be embarrassing?
Kiss your own wife, can't you still commit a crime?
The most annoying thing is that this kid is doing damage every time, so that the swish eye knife shoots straight at a little guy.
The angry little man didn't pay attention to so much. He ran over to his mother in a hurry, holding his head up:
"Ningning wants to kiss too!"
Can you refuse?
Of course not.
Jiang Tingxu kissed his son's little cheek, and finally coaxed his sour son.
The happy little man raised the one hundred bills in his hand:
"Mom, this is the money Ningning made!"
"Wow, that's amazing!"
Mo Boyuan was already particularly upset when he saw the mother and the son crookedly. He would look at the hundred-yuan bill in his son's hand, his eyelids jumped:
"Mo Zhining, did you sell it for a hundred yuan?" he said coldly.
The little guy hum turned his head:
"Dad, a hundred yuan is a lot, okay?"
One hundred yuan is indeed the largest denomination of money.
Mo Boyuan sneered:
"stupid!"
At that time, the bottle of wine was in Mo Boyuan's hand after a few hands.
Naturally, the price has also doubled several times.
In the end, he was sold for a hundred yuan by a stupid kid and still feel confident. Isn't this stupid?
At least, when Mo Boyuan was his son's age, he got a lot of money.
Jiang Tingxu just saw that the wine cabinet was missing a bottle of wine. Although he didn't know the specific price, the corners of his mouth twitched sharply when he knew that his son had only sold one hundred yuan.
I really want to say that what his dad just said is really right.
This silly son!
The directors finally found the opportunity to speak out:
"Brother Mo, it's time to rush to the airport."
Mo Boyuan was obscured, looked at his wife, and kissed him domineeringly:
"When I come back, I will call you at night, remember to answer."
Jiang Tingxu really couldn't bear to have with this man in front of so many people:
"understood."