I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

"No." Mo Yesi interrupted her with Shen Sheng, "No one can force me to do things I don't want to do. It is my own choice."

"Then do you like her?" The woman's voice was a little trembling. "Aren't you unable to touch the woman? Are you ill?"

"She is the exception." Mo Yeji reached out and rubbed her eyebrows, looking at the girl who came out of the bathroom with the hair dryer. The arc of her lips deepened, "I can touch her."

"So you married her because of this?"

"Yes, not all."

"As... Marriage is not a child's play, you shouldn't just do this casually..."

"Okay." The woman's consolation gave Mo Yesi a trace of impatience in his eyebrows. His tone was cold. "My own business, I know what to do. What else do you have?"

There was another few seconds of silence over there, and the woman's voice became a little dry: "I will return to China tomorrow, and I will arrive at Yuncheng at 10:30 in the morning. Can you pick me up?"

Qiao Mianmian walked to Mo Yesi with a hair dryer.

As soon as the power was plugged in, the man reached into his arms.

She was pressed to sit on his lap, the man’s powerful arm wrapped around her waist, and squeezed on the soft flesh around her waist before she said to the woman on the other end of the phone: “Tomorrow morning there is an important At the meeting, I asked Yan San and the fourth to pick you up."

"What meeting is so important? Is it more important than me?" the woman complained dissatisfiedly.

"Shen Rou, you are no longer a child, don't be willful."

"Huh, if it's your wife returning home, wouldn't you pick her up?"

Wife?

Mo Yesi looked down at the soft and cute girl in his arms and met Qiao's long, soft, black eyes. His lips were raised, and his voice could not help but softened by two points: "Of course not. If it was her, I would put down all To pick her up."

"..."

After a few seconds, the woman’s voice rang again, and it seemed to be a little bit harder: "Asi, is she so good?"

Mo Yesi: "Well."

"Okay, it's okay if you don't come to pick me up. You always have time to come to the wind banquet in the evening? Bring your newlywed wife together? We said yes at first, and whoever has the other half will bring it out for everyone to know. ."

"I asked her." Mo Yesi took the phone away, touched the girl's head in her arms, and said, "Shen Rou returned home and said that they gave her a feast for the wind, just tomorrow night. Are you going with me?"

"They said they wanted to see you."

Another day is the weekend.

Tomorrow night, Qiao Mianmian is free.

She thought about it and said, "Is it convenient for me to go, will it affect you?"

"What's inconvenient. They are all my friends that I have made for many years. I heard that I am married. I am curious about you. I have been crying to see you. Mianmian, you married me. You not only have to try to accept me, you have to Try to slowly integrate into my life circle."

"I want to introduce you to my friend soon."

Qiao Mianmian was silent for a few seconds and nodded gently: "Well, then I will go."

Mo Yesi's approach is actually an endorsement for her.

Only when he really took her as his wife would he be willing to introduce his best friend to her.

If she refused, he would be angry.

Seeing her nod, the man tickled the corner of his lips, rubbed it gently on top of her head, and then responded to the woman at the other end of the phone: "I will take her tomorrow night. By the time you all converge, she is timid Don’t scare her. There’s nothing else, so be it, hang up.”