I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

"If you don't know what to do, I can find someone to teach you."

Qiao Mianmian: "..."

What is this requirement?

He even wanted someone to teach her how to ruin?

"A man makes money by spending it on his wife and children. If you don't spend my money, I will feel very unsuccessful."

"..."

"Mianmian, you don't spend my money, it will make me think that you have not accepted the fact that I am your husband."

Qiao Mianmian felt that something was stuffed in his hand, and looked down, the black card that Mo Yesi had given her before.

He gently kissed her soft lips and whispered in the corner of her mouth: "This card has a monthly limit of one million, which is the pocket money I gave you. Buy anything you like, don’t need to Save me money. Tell me if you don’t have enough."

"No more rejection of me, don't make me angry anymore, eh?"

One million per month, but only pocket money?

Qiao Mianmian's heart: ...

Her husband... is too rich!

She squeezed the black card in her hand and said weakly: "Do you give so much money to other people?"

"Of course not." The man's deep and charming eyes glanced at her lightly. "You can't do it, you can only give it less."

Qiao Mianmian: "..."

President Mo, I'm sorry to disturb you!

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The waiter quickly brought their order to the table.

Seeing all kinds of high-priced dishes like abalone and sea cucumber on the table, Qiao Mianmian felt that every time she ate, it was not a dish but RMB!

Holding a mentality that would not be wasted even if she was struggling to die, she hung until her stomach was full after a meal.

Paralyzed on the sofa, he didn't want to move at all.

Mo Yesi embraced the round-bellied girl in her arms, lowered her head into her hair, took a deep breath, and chuckled her lips lightly, "Is full?"

"Well." Qiao Mianmian nodded, reaching for his belly, "full."

Can't be full anymore.

She didn't know that she could eat so much.

The amount of this meal is on top of the usual meal.

"Since I have fed you, should you meet my request now?"

Qiao Mianmian froze for a moment: "What's the requirement?"

The first time she thought about whether he wanted to kiss or something.

His face turned red.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yesi was holding her down on the sofa, he pressed her under his body, buried his head in her neck, his voice vaguely said: "Sleep with me."

"Why, what?!"

In a flash, Qiao Mianmian blushed.

She shoved the man in fright, shy and annoyed: "Mo Yesi, you get up! I don't want to sleep with you here!"

This big wolf!

I wanted to be with her in a restaurant like this...

He is too shameless.

Qiao Mianmian was too embarrassed and angry, and felt that he did not respect her at all.

Even if she married him, it was time to fulfill her husband’s obligations, but it’s too unknowing to do that kind of thing in a place like a restaurant.

What if someone pushes the door open and sees it later?

Even if no one will come in, such an occasion is not suitable.

"Don't sleep here, where do you want to sleep?" Mo Yesi's voice gradually fell deep, as if he had drowsiness. "Sleep with me for an hour, and it won't delay your class in the afternoon."

"Mianmian, I'm sleepy, let me sleep for a while..."

The man's breath became long and shallow, and the head buried in her neck was motionless.