I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

As if she didn't expect it, she would answer that.

Qiao Mianmian could feel that just as her voice fell, the pressure around the man next to him suddenly dropped.

The big hand that fell on her hair stiffened obviously, and the stroke of stroking slowly stopped.

There was air-conditioning, released from the position beside her.

Suddenly cold weather, she suddenly felt a sense of cold.

She pursed her lips and smiled. She looked at Shen Rou with wonder and doubt, and slowly said the next sentence: "Compared to money and power, I think his face and figure are more attractive to me."

"Miss Shen, do you think that I was with Mo Yesi only because of his money and power? Did you say that he also degraded his personal charm value? Don’t you think you have such a beautiful face, Doesn't the other matter?"

"You must say that I am greedy for him, that is him."

"Don't you think it's a particularly happy thing to marry a man with a perfect figure and impeccable body. Every day I open my eyes and see such a handsome face, I don't know how good the mood is. Even if it is a drink. It is also satisfying to eat steamed bread with gruel."

The big hand above the head that had been paused for a moment was not so stiff, and the low air pressure, which made it difficult for people to breathe, disappeared.

Shen Rou's face again showed an expression of consternation.

Her face changed and changed, with a sense of shame after being teased.

"Qiao Mianmian, you..."

"So don’t say in the future that I’m with him for his money and status. I will tell you clearly now that I’m for his face. The value of face is justice, and there is nothing for Yan Gou. Important. Do you understand?"

How could Shen Rou believe that she was with Mo Yesi just for her face.

This woman is just talking smartly!

But she looked at the expression on Mo Yesi's face had calmed down, and even a hint of indulgent smile evoked on her lips.

"enough."

Mo Yesi's eyes turned to her, his eyes became cold, and the coldness around him gathered together: "Shen Rou, you can leave. The matter between our husband and wife is not your turn to be questioned by an outsider."

"As, I..."

"I don't want to repeat the same thing a third time." Mo Yesi's patience under his eyes gradually polished, and his tone became colder, and he had not left even the slightest emotion, "Go out."

His tone was almost equivalent to expulsion.

Shen Rou's face was completely lost, or in front of Qiao Mianmian's face, her blood was lost on her face, and big tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

At this time, the door of the office was pushed open.

Wei Zheng came in at the right time.

Seeing Shen Rou's tearful face, he froze, but soon returned to normal, withdrew his gaze and turned his head, respectfully calling: "President Mo, Mrs. Young."

Mo Yesi never looked at Shen Rou again and said coldly: "Send Miss Shen away."

"Yes, President Mo."

Wei Zheng turned around and looked at Shen Rou's eyes that had cried to redness. He sighed secretly in his heart and bent down to make a "please" gesture to her: "Miss Shen, please."

He knew it would be the result.

The total degree of Mr. Emo’s treatment of Mrs. Young, whoever he is, must stand by.

What about green plums and horses?