I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

When he was finished, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a call to go out.

Soon, Qiao Mianmian heard him say to the person on the other end of the mobile phone with the tone of the commander: "There is a performance class at 10 am in the Art Performance Department of the Yuncheng Film Academy. Please find someone to change the time. ."

"Well, change to the afternoon."

Within a minute, he hung up the phone.

Put down the phone and look up at Qiao Mianmian: "The class time has changed to the afternoon. Now, can you eat with peace of mind?"

Qiao Mianmian: "???

Meow meow, can I still do this?

He passed by a phone call and said to change the time?

She seems to marry a very good husband.

Although, she knows that Mo Yesi's identity is indeed very good, but she always thinks that he is very good at making money.

Now that she thinks about it carefully, her husband is more than just making money.

The Mohists are not only prosperous but also prominent in politics.

I heard that the next presidential candidate is the Mo's young master, Mo Shixiu.

Therefore, the Mo family is not only rich, but also quite powerful.

At this moment, Qiao Mianmian suddenly realized that she was married into a terrific family.

She also suddenly realized how good the man she married was.

His distinguished identity and handsome appearance, he has stood at the top of the business empire at a young age, and has become a legend that countless people want to worship.

He is the best partner in the hearts of many ladies.

Such a man originally belonged to two classes with her.

Under normal circumstances, they will not have the possibility of intersection in their lifetime.

But now...

He actually became her husband.

Even herself, she felt incredible.

If it weren’t for her particularity to him, he wouldn’t look down on her on his terms.

Thinking of this, Qiao Mianmian felt that she really took advantage of this marriage.

"come."

Seeing that she was still standing there, Mo Yesi frowned with a little dissatisfaction: "What are you still doing there."

"Oh."

Qiao Mianmian pushed away a chair beside him, and before sitting down, he saw Mo Yesi frowning again.

The man's slender fingers tapped the table next to him, a tone that he couldn't refuse: "Sit next to me."

Qiao Mianmian glanced at the position beside him, hesitated for a few seconds, and sat down.

Before sitting down, Mo Yesi's long arm stretched out, hugged her around her waist, and hugged the man into her arms.

Qiao Mianmian sat on his lap, the man's strong arm wrapped around her waist, and gently pinched the soft flesh around her waist.

The girl is in her arms and her nose is full of fragrance.

He took a deep breath in her hair, and the expression on his face was a little drunk.

"What kind of perfume do you usually use, and why is it so fragrant?"

Why does her breath smell so good.

As soon as she approached him, he had an unspeakable comfort.

It seemed that every cell in my body was relaxed.

After last night, he had determined that she was the man he was destined to.

Last night, he slept very well, just like last time, he slept till dawn.

Not only did he sleep for seven hours without waking up halfway, but he didn't have that nightmare anymore.

These things, which are sparse and ordinary for others, are extravagant expectations for him.

Her appearance lit the lamp in his dark world.

From then on, he saw the light.

She would not know how important she is to him.