Mo Xin'er and Qin Beimo return to their main courtyard. Youmingyan leaves for a while and goes home to see his mother Feng Yujin.

Qin Beimo and Mo xiner walk into the living room and hold back everyone.

Youming Huan stood still, as if he had something to say.

Mo Xin'er naturally could see it, so he asked, "wizard, do you have something to say to me?"

At this time, Youming said: "master, I know that master Yan saved you regardless of his own life. You trust him. But if you take over the family affairs, it will inevitably involve some important secrets in the family. I'm afraid it's not appropriate for young master Yan to be present. Feng Yujin has been thinking about the family position all these years... "

" wizard! " Don't wait for netherworld to continue to say, Mo Xin'er interrupts him: "I know what you said, but I know it in my heart. Don't worry, wizard."

Youming Huan was silent for a few seconds, and then continued: "master, if you intend to deliver the position of master to others, it is absolutely impossible, and the master will never agree."

Ink heart son tiny Zheng for a while, the netherworld unreal unexpectedly guessed her mind.

Now that he has guessed it, Mo Xin'er doesn't intend to deny it. His indifferent tone is firm: "I believe it's man-made."

The netherworld hears the firmness in her attitude and says nothing more. She only says, "I understand. I'm leaving."

After the ghost left.

Mo Xin'er turned to look at Qin Beimo and said, "Ninth master, do you think the wizard will go to complain to his grandfather?"

Qin Beimo's unfathomable Phoenix eyes glared at the shadow of the ghost leaving, thin lips gently opened the way: "No."

Listening to his affirmative tone, Mo Xin'er asked: "how can you be so sure?"

Qin Beimo said solemnly: "the wizard is your direct subordinate, your people, if he ran to others to sue you, he would not have to stay with you."

"But grandfather is no one else." Mo Xin'er murmured that although she said that, she had to admit that what Qin Beimo said was reasonable.

Qin Beimo's Dark Phoenix eyes were watching her.

Mo Xin'er said with a dry smile: "in fact, what you said is reasonable. The wizard looks so smart. He must have his own principles in dealing with people."

A month has passed.

Mo Xin'er has a clear understanding of all the industries and complicated personnel relations in the netherworld family.

In the afternoon, in the study.

Mo Xin'er rubs his sore shoulder to the computer screen, and then turns his head to look at Qin Beimo sitting on the sofa looking at the documents.

Xi lie took some important documents that needed Qin Beimo's signature, and sent them back to the imperial group after Qin Beimo signed them.

Mo Xin'er stood up from the chair, then went to Qin Beimo, leaned back on him and said lazily: "I'm so tired. Jiuye, now I really understand your hard work in managing a big family. There are many things that are very complicated. "

Qin Beimo looked down at her, empty a hand to hold her slender waist, soft voice: "tired on the rest, don't look."

"I've read all the things that ah Yan gave me. I didn't expect that he knew so much about the relationship among the family when he was young.

It seems that there is no problem for the Youming family to hand him over

Mo Xin'er was lying on Qin Beimo's chest, fingertips gently playing with the button of his shirt, muttering: "as long as you want to convince grandfather and grandmother some difficulties, grandfather's attitude towards ah Yan is not the general evil strategy."

"He said She suddenly raised her small face and asked, "husband, did you play chess with my grandfather yesterday? Did you talk to him again?"

Qin Beimo looked at the document and said, "the old man is not happy with youmingyan and his mother and son. It's hard for him to agree."

Mo Xin'er nodded and said, "do you have anything else to talk about?"

Qin Beimo's eyes turned to her delicate face. After a moment, he spoke slowly: "I'm chatting."

"What?"

"When can he have a grandson?"

Mo Xin'er "..."

her small face was slightly embarrassed: "why does my grandfather talk about this again? Every time I see us, I always ask. By the way, what's your answer? "

Mo Xin'er asks curiously.

Qin Beimo lips hook a faint smile: "look at my mood."

Mo Xin'er was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "Ninth master, don't you bully my grandfather?"

"Obviously, he always wants to bully me and take advantage of me."

"Who can bully you in the world?"

Qin Beimo's slender fingers suddenly raised her small chin and said: "you can bully me. I can let you bully me at night."

"It's you who bully me at night." Not to say that it's OK, but my heart feels sleepy again.

She yawned lazily and said, "ah, I'm a little sleepy."She raised her face, tooted her mouth, and said with a disgruntled look: "Jiuye, recently we have been too frequent. We can't... In this way, I have no spirit during the day."

Qin Beimo said: "sleep when you are sleepy. I'll take you to your room to sleep."

Mo Xin'er shook his head: "no, I just want to sleep in your arms." She rubbed her little head against her arms and found a comfortable position to lean against. She bent her lips and closed her eyes gently.

She is always very sleepy these days. She was not so sleepy after being tossed by the great devil before.

Mo Xin'er thinks that it must be that he has been tossed about so frequently these days that he is so sleepy.

The little woman in her arms soon fell asleep.

Qin Beimo's eyes fell on his quiet sleeping face. When she fell asleep, he gently stood up with her and went back to the room to put her on the bed.

Mo Xin'er's fingers also grabbed the button of his shirt. When he put her down, his shirt was torn open by the little woman at the same time.

Qin Beimo looked at the culprit in front of him and wanted to clean her up again. But looking at her sleepy little appearance, he finally put up with it.

He did not leave, but leaned on the head of the bed, let the little woman continue to lie in his arms.

Mo Xin'er's small head is resting on his solid chest, and his slender arm hugs his waist.

A moment later, he put his leg on his thigh again, and the whole person was glued to Qin Beimo, looking very comfortable.

Qin Beimo looks at the little woman in her arms and smiles helplessly.

Then, he got up and read a book on the cupboard to divert his attention.

In the evening, Mo Xin'er woke up. Qin Beimo's posture remained unchanged, holding her and reading.

Feeling the little woman in his arms moved, Qin Beimo knew that she was awake, and a low and pleasant voice rang out: "wake up..."

Mo Xin'er raised her small face, looked at the handsome face above her head, and said with a sweet smile: "HMM