Chapter 811: You understand?

The person in charge of the mall is reporting with Mo Boyuan:
"Master, these are all models from the D family. The L family's new models have not yet been listed."
Mo Boyuan glanced roughly, and said that disgusting is not too disgusting. He is still a little scornful, but there is no way. Time is urgent, and customization is definitely too late.
"Well, hang upstairs."
"Good young master."
Afterwards, the person in charge began to greet the several subordinates who had brought them to send all the clothes to the cloakroom upstairs to hang.
"Move fast, fast." urged.
Jiang Tingxu watched this scene, his eyelids jumped up uncontrollably:
"What are you doing with such a big battle? Can you just send a set?"
Don’t have time to wear it?
However, it seems even more exaggerated to send a set of clothes and use a private jet.
Mo Boyuan lifted his lips and scraped the tip of his wife's nose with his fingers:
"It's okay to dress and play!"
Ah.
"Do you think these are all bought on the street?"
D’s and L’s have these clothes, and they started in four-figure when they were the cheapest.
As an emergency doctor who only spends ten thousand dollars a month, he dare not wear it casually.
Worthy of being a capitalist, and inhumane!
Mo Boyuan stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows:
"My wife, your poor man has only money left.
So, even if you don't wear heavy clothes every day for three hundred and sixty-five days, you can't shake your man! "
A little guy also echoed:
"That's right, mom, don't save for Dad, Dad can have more money." After finishing speaking, he took Jiang Tingxu's hand and gestured to bow his head.
After Jiang heard Xu lowered his head, the little man murmured in his mother's ear:
"Mom, you can spend Dad's money vigorously.
If you don't spend it, you have to spend it on other people! "
Uh?
You understand?
"Well, where do you know these messes?"
The little man hummed, with a small expression of ‘how could I not know’ all over his face.
The kindergarten kid personally said that his father's money was spent on outsiders, not for him and his mother.
A little guy thought he was talking in a very small voice, but unfortunately, his father listened to it without losing a word, not to mention how dark his face was.
The little man suddenly felt a cold and familiar gaze, and his body trembled.
"Dad, I..."
Want to explain.
Mo Boyuan laughed coldly:
"Mo Zhining, it seems that you are indeed very free!"
Hearing the deep meaning of Dad's words, the little guy full of for life immediately hugged Mo Boyuan's thigh:
"Dad, no no, Ningning is not free, Ningning is very busy."
Busy?
"Busy listening to those gossips?"
The stinky boy was born against himself. Looking at the words just said, I am afraid that his mother has not misunderstood!
Too much to clean up!
Feeling that the little is about to be out of service, the little man's hands are tighter:
"Dad, Dad, Ningning really doesn’t have it. These are what Peng Peng from the kindergarten said. His father gave the money to outsiders. Then Peng Peng and his mother hadn’t bought new clothes or toys for a long time. "
Mo Boyuan picked up his son, very helpless, and still very depressed in his heart.
When did I give this brat so illusion?
What other people's homes are like, you can't control it.
Mo Boyuan believed that he was not stupid, and the monsters outside could not miss Mo Boyuan's golden eyes.