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"Why? I'm speechless? Don't you think I'm worthless?" Mo Qianni asked urgently.
"I'm not going to argue with you about this, whatever you think. What's more, it's not my own marriage, and some things can't be explained clearly in a few words." Yang Chen smiled indifferently.
Mo Qianni gritted her teeth immediately, "I just told you to make you more motivated. You are obviously not stupid, and even smarter than others. You can tell from the fact that you can learn so many foreign languages. But why can't you? Do a good job and work hard like other young men in the workplace? Do you want to stand behind a woman and eat soft food all your life!? Even if Ruoxi just uses you as a guise to show other men, it will be the end Maybe one day you won’t be needed, so what should you do?”
"It's not bad to eat soft rice," Yang Chen nodded slightly, "Why don't I drive my wife's car and live in my wife's room? I think life is pretty good. If someday I really don't need me by her side. Yes, I’ll go back and sell lamb skewers.”
"You..." Mo Qianni was so angry that she was doing her best for him with all her heart, but he was just as expected.
After taking a few breaths, Mo Qianni felt her chest smoother, but the more she looked at the face in front of her, the more awkward she became, so she almost yelled to Xiang's wife, "Xiang's wife, here are two bottles of white dry, high-level ones. !"
Sister Xiang was cooking herself, and smiled when she heard it.
"Baigan? Isn't it a sorghum bar?" Yang Chen is still not quite aware of the traditional domestic winemaking.
"Yeah, if I don't drink, I have to be suffocated by your rascal!" Mo Qianni glared at Yang Chen.
Sister-in-law clearly knows that Mo Qianni can eat spicy food and drink alcohol, so the few dishes served are red oil chili as ingredients, regardless of seafood or vegetables, and two unlabeled bottles of white dry can tell that they are cheap but strong. Of liquor.
"Do you drink?" Mo Qianni raised her eyes and asked Yang Chen after opening a bottle.
Yang Chen felt a little dizzy when he smelled the scent of wine. He had drunk a lot of foreign wines, and he often drank wines, but this hot sorghum wine was rarely touched. Seeing this charming girl like Mo Qianni" "My old lady is very good at drinking", she couldn't help but said with a wry smile: "I'm not used to drinking less."
"It's not a man," Mo Qianni sneered and poured a small cup into Yang Chen's small glass.
Sister Xiang wanted to greet the guests. After chatting with Mo Qianni, she was busy going elsewhere. There were only two people sitting in the corner of the food stall, eating the most spicy Sichuan food and drinking the mellow sorghum wine.
At night, the lights on the side of the river are dazzling.
A bright white moon in the sky is reflected in the water, dotted with stars, ripples in the river, like the Milky Way falling into the world.
In the cool breeze, the noise did not seem very harsh.
Yang Chen ate the spicy dishes, sipped the hot wine, and gradually felt the enthusiasm of the surrounding atmosphere, but his heart was particularly comfortable, so he was a little surprised.
Isn't this the life you are longing for
There are wine, meat, and people of all kinds walking around. You can feel the wind blowing, the shadows of the trees swaying, the sound of water, the sound of insects, all of which seem so beautiful and desirable.
After a long time, Yang Chen came back to his senses, looked at Mo Qianni across the table again, and couldn't help but stunned.
Mo Qianni has drunk a bottle of white dry, not to mention more than half a catty, drunk red has climbed up to her delicate face, and her delicate and white skin looks particularly pink and attractive under the light.
The woman's eyes gleamed like lake water, looking at the dishes on the table quietly, but she didn't move the chopsticks, just holding the wine glass with one hand, as if she was in a daze.
"It's almost done, did you drink so much wine before?" Yang Chen felt that for a woman, the height was already a lot of nothing.
Mo Qianni glanced at Yang Chen with a delicate expression. She was obviously a little drunk. She shook her head and said in a vague voice: "No one could come here with me before. I can't drink so much by myself."
"Do you have no friends?" Yang Chen asked curiously.
Mo Qianni smiled, like a safflower blooming, "Do you think Yulei's friend of the International Public Relations Department would like to eat at a dirty food stall?"
Yang Chen was silent, indeed, with Mo Qianni's current identity, not to mention whether the people she befriended were genuine friends, how could people in that circle come to such a noisy place to eat for no reason? It will only feel that it is worthless and lose face.
"In that case, I am honored to be the first person who can accompany you here for dinner." Yang Chen said mockingly.
"And it's the first man I invited alone," Mo Qianni said playfully: "I won't go if other men want to invite me to dinner."
"Fortunately it is a food stall, otherwise I will be seen as a man's public enemy", Yang Chen said.
"Isn't it? I think the food here is much better than those five-star restaurants." Mo Qianni grinned, as if she was a lot happy.
Yang Chen nodded, although it was a bit spicy, the dishes here are more life-like, which is what he likes.
The two of them were talking, and the mobile phone on the table by Mo Qianni vibrated. Mo Qianni picked up the phone elegantly and looked at the number. The smile on her face solidified briefly, and then she pressed the phone.
"Mom... Um... I'll go there... OK... Take care of your body..."
After hanging up the phone calmly, Mo Qianni threw the phone away, picked up the wine glass, and drank the remaining white wine in the glass.
Yang Chen watched the scenes in his eyes, and asked suspiciously: "Your mother's phone number?"
Mo Qianni glanced at him and nodded, "Don't you hear it."
"Is there something urgent?"
"no."
"Do you want to help?"
"Need not."
"You don't look good."
"You are very annoying!" Mo Qianni frowned impatiently.
Yang Chen smiled awkwardly, "I'm full, how about you?"
"Let's go if you're full." Mo Qianni didn't get muddled, got up and picked up her belongings and left the seat.
Although Sister Xiang repeatedly declined, Mo Qianni still gave the money and stuffed a few more sheets of one hundred pieces for Sister Xiang, saying that she was buying something to eat for Sister Xiang's child. Xiang's wife seemed to know Mo Qianni's stubborn temper, but she couldn't shirk her in the end and had to accept it.
The two walked back to the parking lot again, and Mo Qianni seemed to be a little absent-minded along the way, walking in front without saying anything.
When the car was parked, a piece of gravel appeared quiet and empty under the dim street light.
Suddenly, Mo Qianni turned around, her watery eyes fixedly looking at Yang Chen. In the dark night, her beautiful face looked a little more tired.
"What's wrong?" Yang Chen always felt that something was wrong with Mo Qianni, but the woman couldn't guess her mind, so she had to stay silent with her.
"can I hug you… "
"what?"
The answer to Yang Chen was that Mo Qianni stepped forward and opened her arms, embracing her.
Yang Chen didn't mean to refuse to dodge. When Mo Qianni's cold and slippery arms hooked her neck, a sweet body scent mixed with the smell of wine also came to her face, and Yang Chen could feel it clearly below her chest. To Mo Qianni, those two balls were round and plump, elastic and soft.
After a little hesitation, Yang Chen sighed, spread his hands pityingly, hugged Mo Qianni's jade back, and gently stroked it twice.
The two under the night are like a couple in love, hugging each other sweetly in the uninhabited suburbs, enjoying the rare time of the two.
"Actually, if you have something you can tell, maybe I can help you. It's like today during the day." Yang Chen said.
Mo Qianni's Zhenshou leaned against Yang Chen's chest, rubbed it a little, and said vaguely: "Don't say anything, don't ask anything, just let me hold it for a while, just a while..."
In a daze, the hug seemed to be very long, but when the two were parting, they felt that it was only a short moment.
Mo Qianni stroked her hair, her face was flushed, she gave Yang Chen a bit shyly, "Thank you, let's go back."
"Beauty throws in arms, I take advantage of it."
"I know you didn't have those thoughts", Mo Qianni glanced under Yang Chen intentionally or unintentionally, "unless you are incapable of that."
Yang Chen's facial expression became stiff, and it was difficult to be a pure man these days. This woman is so bad that she still pays attention to her physical changes!
After getting back to Yulei International in Mo Qianni’s car, Yang Chen said goodbye to Mo Qianni, and then drove her car to the hospital. Although Lin Ruoxi had completely given up on Lin Kun’s father, Lin Kun was crazy. The news still has to be told to her.
When I arrived at the hospital, it was already ten o’clock in the evening, and there was no one in sight except the nurse and doctor on duty. When I walked to the door of Lin Ruoxi’s ward, I saw the light in the room turned on. I thought Lin Ruoxi was not asleep. It is a wrong guess.
The lamp on the bedside table was still on, but Lin Ruoxi, who was lying on the bed, was already asleep, lying sideways on the pillow, holding a book about market economy in her hand. The upper body is wearing loose blue and white line men's pajamas, and the messy hair covers half of his face, revealing a soft beauty that is not normally seen.
It is hard to imagine that such a young woman would be the president of a well-known listed company, with her thin shoulders carrying the burden of hundreds of employees from all over the world.
Thinking of these, Yang Chen would admire his wife.
Feeling that the air-conditioning in the room was a bit cold, Yang Chen saw that Lin Ruoxi was asleep while reading, and her upper body was exposed outside the quilt. He couldn't help but worry that she would catch a cold again and catch a cold and fever again.
After thinking for a while, Yang Chen quietly walked to the bed, held Lin Ruoxi's head slightly with his hand, and pulled out the high pillow below, and then let Lin Ruoxi lean on the pillow below.
Then, he pulled the quilt slightly until it reached Lin Ruoxi's shoulder, and carefully tucked the corner of the quilt to ensure that there would be no air leakage.
At this moment, the sleeping Lin Ruoxi opened her eyes wistfully, looking at Yang Chen with some complexity.
Even if he just watched so quietly, Yang Chen could feel that the pair of eyes were so crystal clear and deep, and he couldn't help but froze in place. t