When Ji Nuan walked out of the office, she was still wondering if there would be a fierce battle between Grandpa Mo and Mo Jingshen's father recently, and she didn't know who would win in the "granddaughter-in-law" battle between me and my son.
But the key to victory or defeat seems to lie with Mo Jingshen.
Just as she was thinking about it, Mo Jingshen suddenly took her wrist and walked towards the elevator. She caught a glimpse of a female employee passing by, looking in this direction with envy and surprise.
Is it too high-profile to show affection so directly in the company
Ji Nuan was about to take her hand out, but Mo Jingshen tightened his grip on her hand, giving her no chance to break away.
When I was about to walk to the exclusive elevator, I vaguely saw the female employees holding their hearts and mumbling carefully, but I couldn't hear what they were mumbling.
How could she know that no one in the company would be shocked when they saw this scene
President Mo is in the company, and it would be an understatement to say that he is cold-faced. The employees are trembling with fear that something will go wrong in front of the president. After all, the Mo family is not such an easy place to stay, and no one can just hang out here. , Mr. Mo has never been so patient and kind in the company. He will not get angry easily, but he is definitely not easy to talk to. In everyone’s hearts, Mr. Mo is still cold in addition to being cold...
But who would have thought that Mr. Mo would be so doting on his wife? !
Mr. Mo's gentle and smiling glance at Ji Nuan just now was almost life-threatening—
"Mr. Mo." Just when the exclusive elevator stopped at the top floor, before the door opened, Secretary An's voice suddenly came from the side.
When Ji Nuan heard the voice, she subconsciously turned her head to look at her.
Secretary An stared directly at Mo Jingshen.
Mo Jingshen didn't look back, his voice was light and cold: "What's the matter?"
"You have a meeting with the CEO of DC Group at two o'clock in the afternoon. At four o'clock in the afternoon, you go to the conference room to hear the monthly summary of the financial department. Are you going out now? Do you need me to move your afternoon schedule to tomorrow?"
An Shuyan looked at Mo Jingshen unblinkingly. For a while, he never looked at Ji Nuan again.
Mo Jingshen's tone was very calm: "The DC meeting will be moved to tomorrow morning. I will be back at the company before four o'clock."
An Shuyan's expression did not change, but he reminded softly: "But Mr. Mo, the boss of DC Group has been meeting with you for more than a month. I finally got the approval, and today I can finally negotiate with you in person..."
Ji Nuan stood next to Mo Jingshen and said in a low voice that only he could hear: "If you have anything to do in the afternoon, you should be busy first. I just mentioned the hot pot casually, and it's not necessary to eat it."
As soon as she finished speaking, his palm was squeezed calmly, and her hand was held in his palm.
Ji Nuan said nothing more.
Secretary An described his "busy work" in the afternoon in such detail that she wouldn't believe him even if he didn't tell her on purpose.
Although the secretary was a secretary, Mo Jingshen was the person in charge of the company, and he had control over everything. If Mo Jingshen didn't feel the need to give that company too much face, Ji Nuan would have consciously said nothing more.
"Mr. Mo, it's almost two o'clock. If you don't have anything important to do, you'd better wait until someone from DC has met before you come out..." An Shuyan still had a formulaic tone and his eyes were still staring at Mo Jingshen's profile. .
Mo Jingshen's expression was natural and normal, and his tone was light: "Ji Nuan is hungry, we can't wait."
It's a very understatement.
Ji Nuan laughed silently and wanted to pinch him.
She wasn't reincarnated by a starving ghost, so who said she couldn't wait!
She squinted and said nothing, didn't pinch him, and didn't look at Secretary An anymore. She just pricked the palm of his hand quietly with her nails, but he held her tighter.
An Shuyan paused, with a calm face, nodded slowly, and smiled slightly: "Okay, I understand, Mr. Mo."
In the few times they had met each other since childhood, Mo Jingshen had always been a distant and indifferent man, but for the first time, she felt that he was farther away, his indifference was colder, and the distance was obviously even greater than before. .
Until the two of them entered the elevator, An Shuyan saw the door slowly closing in front of her. She held the document in her hand and was silent for a long time before turning and walking away without changing her expression.
"She seems to be a rival..." Ji Nuan said casually in the elevator next to Mo Jingshen.
Mo Jingshen glanced at her: "Huh?"
"She is very calm." Ji Nuan commented.
It was the calmness that Mo Jingshen, a man who was destined to win, was the calmness that did not take Ji Nuan's existence into consideration at all.
She was so calm that Ji Nuan's little desire to win was aroused. She raised her hand and took Mo Jingshen's arm, and said firmly: "But no matter how good or confident some people are, they can't interfere in other people's marriages and be mistresses. Mo Jingshen, No matter how many women you are staring at, you can only be my man!"
Mo Jingshen smiled hoarsely: "Yes, your man."
Ji Nuan raised his eyes and looked at the reflected mirror on the elevator door, where they were standing together.
The man is extraordinary handsome, with a refreshing temperament in his gray shirt, and his hair is as clean as if it has been washed a thousand times a day. He is so handsome that you can’t take your eyes away from him without the need for hairspray or any styling. He is just like that Standing casually, he looked very upright. He was looking down at her beside him, with a faint smile on his lips.
…
The place they wanted to go was right downstairs from his company, so the two of them walked there without driving.
After entering the hotpot city, Ji Nuan asked, "Are you sure you can eat spicy food?"
She herself can't bear it, but sometimes she's a little naughty and wants to eat it, but she doesn't seem to even know Mo Jingshen's favorite taste.
It’s really shameful that Mrs. Mo did this...
Mo Jingshen gave her a dull look when he walked in. He was obviously prejudiced against her common sense.
Ji Nuan simply stopped talking and found a seat as soon as he entered. He couldn't make a reservation by phone just now, but luckily there weren't many people dining inside at this time, and a good seat by the window on the second floor was vacant.
"Welcome, how many of you are dining here?" The waiter came over.
"Two people." Ji Nuan answered.
Mo Jingshen didn't say anything and sat down directly opposite her. He took the menu from the waiter and put it on her side without even looking at it: "Order whatever you like."
Seeing that President Mo didn't seem to be uncomfortable with this kind of place where the smell of hot pot filled the room, Ji Nuan lowered her head to look at the menu, making check marks on it, and after drawing for a while, she raised her head and looked at him: "Do you like it?" … Should we eat vegetables or meat? As for meat, mutton or beef? Should we eat duck intestines and louvers?”
After asking, she saw Mo Jingshen glance at her with a very disapproving look.
Ji Nuan raised her hand and stroked her forehead. She didn't know her husband's preferences, and she didn't want to, either. She would learn more about them in the future and remember them all!