The noble who delivers food

In the ink Garden, the summer wind was extremely refreshing.

Mo Yanchen went to the ye family's jewelry shop in the morning to launch the new product.

Shen chengjing, on the other hand, went to the& party to promote the new drama. The two of them worked separately until noon, carrying each other's companies on their shoulders.

"Young lady Shen, someone is looking for you." At this moment, the assistant walked into the dressing room and said softly.

Even though Shen chengjing's wedding was Grand, she did not mention it at all. Many people were still happy to call her "miss Shen" instead of "Mrs. Mo."

"I'll go take a look. " Shen chengjing stood up and walked out.

The living room outside was quiet and empty. An old man was sitting on the sofa with his head lowered. It was unknown what he was thinking about, or if he was dozing off.

Shen chengjing walked up to him and looked at him.

"Grandpa, what are you doing here?" Shen chengjing asked softly.