Do you F * cking not have a brain?

Upon seeing this, mo Qiu held the cigarette between his two hands and blew out a smoke ring.""Mo Wen, do you F * cking have no brain?"

"What do you mean?" Mo Wen stopped in his tracks, feeling that his words were a little strange.

Mo Qiu walked to the front and sat on the swing, swinging it gently.

"Last night, brother Yi had people transport half a truckload of tonics over." Mo Qiu said coldly.

Mo Wen's body froze. He was trying to guess something.

"It's all medicine that pregnant women need. " Mo Qiu continued.

Mo Wen moved his body and took two steps towards mo Qiu. He looked at him deeply and said,""Continue."

"He even specifically asked an luoqi to nourish her body. He asked her to give birth to two more children for that stinky brat, so that the young marshal wouldn't have no company in the future."

“…….”Upon hearing his words, mo Wen almost rushed forward and strangled him to death.