I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

Mo Yesi looked at her for a few seconds and ticked his lips: "They still don't know about the marriage."

"What?" Shen Rou pretended to be surprised, "Did you not tell them? How come you are such a big thing..."

"Mianmian is not yet mentally prepared."

Mo Yesi turned his head, looked at the girl sitting beside him, reached out to touch Qiao Mianmian's head, and said softly, "When she is ready, I will take her home whenever I can."

"Before that, if she didn't want to go to my house, we wouldn't go."

His tone is not particularly gentle, but it can make people hear a hint of indulgence and indulgence.

His meaning is obvious.

All in all, he respected Qiao Mianmian's decision.

How is she going to be like that.

For a man like Mo Yesi, if you like someone more, will she be spoiled like this?

In particular, he has always been a man who has become accustomed to himself.

It was always others who accommodated him, wherever he went to accommodate others.

Not to mention Shen Rou, even when Yan Shaoqing and Gong Zeli listened to what he said, their faces all showed surprise and surprise.

Shen Rou asked this, thinking that Mo Yesi did not want to take Qiao Mianmian back to Shen's house.

She wanted Qiao Mianmian to know this.

But Mo Yesi's answer undoubtedly flicked both of them on her face, or they slapped **** the face.

"Yes, is it?" Shen Rou bit her lip tightly, her hands hanging on her side shaking.

"Huh." Mo Yesi just responded faintly.

At this time, the waiter brought an ice cream after the meal.

This is what he ordered for Qiao Mianmian.

Mo Yesi reached out and took it, handing it to Qiao Mianmian: "Don't eat too much, be careful for a while if your stomach is uncomfortable."

Qiao Mianmian: "..."

She would like to say, President Mo, don’t take care of me like that.

The pressure is really great!

Since she saw that Shen Rou liked Mo Yesi, she felt very stressed.

Sitting at the same table with a woman who treats her as a rival, can she not be stressed?

But Mo Yesi also showed various care for her, and Qiao Mianmian could feel Shen Rou looking at her with a knife in her eyes.

As now, she felt Shen Rou's sharp eyes again.

She took the ice cream and just took a bite, and heard the man beside him smile and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Er..." Qiao Mianmian swallowed the ice cream and licked her lips. "It's delicious."

In such a high-end place, can you make something bad?

"Uh." Mo Yesi nodded. "I'll taste it too."

Qiao Mianmian: "..."

"You, you want to taste?" She looked up at him.

Mo Yesi raised an eyebrow: "Can't it?"

"of course can."

But, did he not say that he didn't like to eat these things before?

She never saw him eat it.

"Then let me try it." Mo Yesi said again.

"Oh." Although Qiao Mianmian didn't know why he was on a whim, he handed him the spoon.

Who knows, Mo Yesi didn't answer, the man's **** thin lips gently raised, and his eyes stared at her, "You feed me."

"Cough cough."

The wine that Yan Shaoqing just drank into his mouth spewed out.

Miyazawa sat next to him and was sprayed all over him, and his white shirt was immediately stained with a little fuchsia.

Miyazawa's face instantly darkened, and he looked at him murderously.

"Cough, fourth son, me, I didn't mean it."