Chapter 930: Should you reward him?

"Of course." Mo Yesi hugged her gently and sighed, "I don't like that kid anymore, he is also your benefactor. Moreover, if you owe him all the time, you will always think of him in my heart, I don't want my His wife kept thinking about other men."
"In short, you should stop worrying about this matter. I promise that his work will not be affected by this. Do you feel better now?"
"Ok."
Qiao Mianmian nodded, a smile on his face.
For her, Tu Yilei was injured for her, she already felt very sorry for him.
If this matter affects his career, she will really feel guilty all her life.
I have to say that Mo Yesi's commitment and assurance reduced her guilt.
Finally, my heart is not so blocked.
She knew that he had this ability.
As long as he promised something, he would definitely be able to do it.
He is Mo Yesi.
The youngest president in the history of the Mohs Group.
The person who holds the economic lifeline of the entire country A.
His promise was never an empty cheque.
Qiao Mianmian looked up at the man's deep and handsome face. The sweetness and warmth in her heart overflowed uncontrollably. She hesitated and took the initiative to lean into his lips and kiss him: "Mo Yesi, thank you. "
Think about her life since she married him.
Because even if something goes wrong, he will quickly help her solve it.
Everything she encountered before was resolved by herself.
She didn't know what it was like to rely on someone.
But now, she has a family, a husband, and someone she can rely on.
She is no longer a matter, she is responsible for everything.
Now no matter what happens, she knows that she will no longer face it alone. The man beside her who has become her husband will help her solve everything.
How lucky was she to meet Mo Yesi.
This man is so nice.
God is too caring for her, so I will send such a good man to her.
This man, she will cherish it.
The man was obviously not very satisfied with her dragon-like kiss. She just pulled away and was pulled back by him again.
His hands clasped her head and pressed her towards him. The handsome deep face lowered, and her warm thin lips approached her a little, gently touching the corner of her lips, and pressed her whisper: " Baby, call her husband."
"I want to hear you call my husband."
Qiao Mianmian looked at the handsome face in front of him, his heart beat suddenly, his cheeks couldn't help but get hot, and he bit his lips and yelled softly, "Husband."
Mo Yesi's eyes flashed lightly, and the fingers pressed against her back clasped: "Scream again."
"..."
"Good boy, cry again."
Thinking of his various good performances today, Qiao Mianmian was also responsive, blinking his black and watery eyes obediently, and shouted again, "Husband."
Her throat was originally a soft and sweet voice.
Usually speaking softly and sweetly, the soft and delicate husband just wrapped in honey juice, sweet to the heart.
Mo Yesi's heart was broken by that husband.
"My baby is so good." His breath became hot, and he squeezed her jaw and kissed it, whispering with her lips, "Baby, is your husband doing well today? Should you reward him?"