"Unless you complain." Huangfu Shaoqing glanced at her, then looked around in doubt.

"What's the matter?" Ouyang Mo son doesn't understand of ask, follow his vision but go.

"The car's gone." Huangfu Shaoqing felt that the thief was too brave to steal a car in broad daylight.

Ouyang Mo son this meeting, just suddenly found, they originally parking place, don't know when, has become empty.

But her first thought was not stolen, but dragged away by the traffic control department.

Because she just found out that the place where they just stopped was not allowed to stay for a long time. She could only stop for a few minutes to get on and off.

If it's not because he wants to pour the sugar paintings himself, then according to Huang Fu Shaoqing's idea that he only wanted to buy one at the beginning, he will not be dragged away.

So, in the final analysis, the reason is her. So, vino said, "it seems to have been towed away. You can't park here."

Huangfu Shaoqing a listen, Meiyu for a frown, but not much reaction, but took out the mobile phone, to Aidi called in the past.

"Young master." After receiving his call, Aidi was very happy, because since he was assigned to talk with the third young master, he didn't call himself.

"Well! Come and meet us. I'll give you the address. " Huangfu Shaoqing had a great sense of trust in Aidi. Because of this, he was assigned to Huangfu Dongyu.

"Also, I'll be right there." Aidi is quite familiar with s city. After all, he used to accompany Huangfu Shaoqing on business.

It's strange that in such a long time, they didn't meet a little lady once, so we have to say that fate is really a magic place.

Huangfu Shaoqing put away the phone, then opened a software and sent him an address.

And Ouyang Mo'er has already started to ask someone to take the car from the traffic control. They cooperate perfectly without any delay.

"Let's go to the coffee shop by the side." Huangfu Shaoqing worried that she would be tired, so she had such a proposal, because it would take about half an hour for Aidi to come from Marriott home.

"Well, it's just that if we take one, will it be naive?" Ouyang Mo'er said, pointing to the sugar painting in his hand, some hesitation.

"It's OK. You're a little girl." Said, the corner of the mouth a hook, quickly walked to the coffee shop.

But Ouyang Mo'er, standing in the same place with a face of ignorant force, thought, his words, what praise, or ridicule!

After all, this goods, but a son and daughter-in-law are pit people, so, really a bit uncertain.

"Not going?" Huangfu Shaoqing stopped and turned to see her.

"Oh! Right now. " Ouyang Mo'er didn't care too much, so she rushed to catch up. But even so, she still protected the sugar painting in her hand for fear that it would be damaged by others. You know, it was a gift from Huangfu Shaoqing.

No, it was meant to send Qian Qian? How did it become a gift to her?

Dare feeling, is the son forgotten again?

Yeah! It depends. It looks like that's right.

So our little prince became invisible again.

There are not many people in the coffee shop, probably because of the first day of the lunar new year, so there are not many people scattered.

This is to let Ouyang Mo'er rest assured a lot, because she doesn't have to care about other people's eyes.

"What to drink?" Huangfu Shaoqing opened the chair for her and let her sit first, showing special gentlemanly consideration.

Such a scene, can't help but think of him before to ER Lan's time, the feeling is also so considerate.

So men! They're all pig hooves, not worth the heart and lung.

"I want the same as you." Ouyang Mo'er's mind is very simple. I feel that if they have more in common, they can get closer.

Although as a magic monarch, but do all the actions, are special like a little girl.

Sure enough, love can really change a person, even if she is in the face of the enemy, how decisive, in front of the man you like, will also become a little cute.

"Good." Huangfu Shaoqing's response, looking at her eyes, was gentle with a smile.

"Why! Aren't you haoqian's mother? " Behind him, a woman's voice sounded, which also broke the beauty between them.

Ouyang Mo'er suddenly looked back. When she found someone coming, she clenched her fist, but quickly loosened it, and then laughed, "it's Mrs. Qin! What a coincidence. "

"Isn't it? I said it's a bit like you, but I didn't expect it to be. " The other side said, looking at Huangfu Shaoqing, feeling very interested.

"Is Mrs. Qin alone?" Ouyang Mo'er smiles far fetched, feeling very forbearing.Huang Fu Shaoqing was a little surprised by this phenomenon, because this little woman was always violent and would never deal with it, but she insisted on laughing with her. It can be seen that there was something in the past between her and her.

"Of course not. My husband's here too, but he's parking." Mrs. Qin's eyes have been staring at Huangfu Shaoqing, which makes Ouyang Mo'er very unhappy, but she still maintains her smile. It is estimated that this is the most hypocritical side of her life!

"Oh! Is that right? " To tell you the truth, Ouyang Mo'er really wanted to turn her white eyes, but she finally held back.

"I don't know who this is?" Mrs. Qin finally asked her doubts.

"Oh! He! I... " Ouyang Mo'er just wanted to talk about my husband, but at this time, she suddenly inserted a voice and interrupted her.

"Mom haoqian, long time no see." Men are very handsome and sunny, but they are still far behind Huangfu Shaoqing.

"Mr. Qin, long time no see." Ouyang Mo'er nodded and felt that just now, she should stick to it. She was determined not to come to the cafe. In this way, she would not meet these two people. It was a nightmare.

Huangfu Shaoqing seemed to be very interested in all this. His deep eyes swept back and forth between them, thinking, who can give him an answer.

"You made the sugar painting! It's really a big step forward. " When Mr. Qin saw the sugar painting in her hand, he was very happy.

Ouyang Mo'er shook his head, "no, I don't have such a good craftsmanship."

Then he glanced at Huangfu Shaoqing.

But he found that his father, with his legs crossed, looked like he was busy watching a good play.

"Well, is it the one who cast it upside down? Or the sugar painter made it. " Mrs. Qin laughed a face of ridicule, feeling, is a look of disdain.