Mo Chuxi never expected that what Yan Xinxin wanted him to do would actually be...
In front of the sofa.
Yan Xinxin was leisurely holding a bowl and eating the fish porridge he made himself, smiling downwards.
Seeing the man kneeling on one knee in front of her, helping her wash her feet, her smile was radiant.
"President Mo, are you afraid of loving me?"
She asked jokingly.
The man kneeling on one knee, helping her wash her small feet, looked up and smiled.
"I'm only afraid I'll love you even more."
"The Crown Prince of Di Jue Financial Group, in order to earn forgiveness from his wife and baby, has become quite skilled in sweet-talking."
"As long as my baby likes to hear it, that's fine."
Mo Chuxi said playfully, seriously finishing washing Yan Xinxin's fair little feet, and then dried them.
Yan Xinxin was just about to put down her feet and put on her shoes, but Mo Chuxi suddenly lowered his head, his thin lips landing on the top of her foot.
