"What do you call Mr. Mo? You are not my employee." Mo Shiyu said with a faint smile in his eyes, "Call me husband."
The color of Mo Shiyu's lips that had just been kissed was even more seductive, and the lust in his eyes had not dissipated. Jiang Xi's heart was trembling slightly because of the seduction. This unfamiliar, panicked, and uneasy emotion made her panic.
"Husband." Jiang Xi called softly, "Are you satisfied?"
Mo Shiyu's ears felt numb when he heard it, and the corners of his mouth raised, obviously very satisfied, "We will call it that from now on."
【No! 】
He knew that Jiang Xi was not that obedient.
She likes to call him by his first name, which is not intimate at all.
He seemed to also like to call her Jiang Xi by both her first and last names.
Are they even?
Sure enough, two kinds of people can't sleep in the same bed.
Ever since I heard that they were preparing for pregnancy, the men in the box stopped smoking. If they wanted to smoke, they would go out to smoke.
After going out after the party, Mo Shiyu started holding Jiang Xi's hand from the moment he left the box door, and even insisted on imitating Yu Siqiao and helping Jiang Xi carry his bag.
[I want to take my bag by myself. Does Mo Shiyu know what matching is? My bag matches my skirt! It doesn't match his white shirt. 】
Mo Shiyu didn't understand why Yu Siqiao could help Xu Yinhe carry her bag, but they were husband and wife, so they couldn't help her carry her bag?
My wife’s bag is a man’s fashion item.
Her bag is the perfect match in his hand.
Mo Shiyu raised his hand and glanced at the small and cute bag in his hand, emmm...
Maybe he thought wrong sometimes.
This bag is so cute.
It doesn't fit his temperament.
It matches Jiang Xi’s match better today.
The next day, Jiang Xi received news from Wen Chuzhi early in the morning.
[I heard that you and Mo Shiyu couldn't help but kiss in the box. How much fun did you have? 】
[In the end, did you force him, or did he force you? 】
There were all Mo Shiyu's friends in the private room last night. Even if there was surveillance, people in the hotel would not dare to reveal their privacy.
Therefore, the news of her kissing Mo Shiyu spread last night. Mo Shiyu may have known about it, and even after knowing it, he did not stop the public opinion from fermenting.
Jiang Xi was lying lazily on the bed. Mo Shiyu was very energetic after coming back last night, saying that he should do more exercises to prepare for pregnancy.
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He is just lustful and has nothing to do with preparing for pregnancy.
Her current body has not recovered well, and the doctor has said that she is not suitable for pregnancy.
[Right now, there are rumors in City A that your relationship is advancing by leaps and bounds. Mo Shiyu has forgotten Song Wanwan’s Bai Yueguang, while Huo Siting is still looking for Bai Yueguang’s substitute. One is looking forward, and the other is stuck in place. 】
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Xi was even more certain that it was Mo Shiyu's handiwork.
This person has passed away. Choosing to move forward or continue to be trapped in the past are two different attitudes towards life.
Huo Siting's behavior seemed affectionate, but in fact he was just making excuses for his scumbag.
Huo Siting is not a little bit crazy, but very crazy.
Also very scummy.
The routines of ancient novels are all like that.
Jiang Xi didn't want to get up yet, so she replied to Wen Chuzhi's voice: "Don't bother with it. Let's do a manicure in the afternoon and I'll sleep a little longer."
[I still need to sleep at this time, Jiang Xixi, what time did you go to bed last night? The dry firewood and the fierce fire are overwhelming, ah! You are involved in pornography! 】
Jiang Xi was so sleepy that she saw the last two words, so don't get married, because getting married would involve pornography.
She stuffed her cell phone under Mo Shiyu's pillow and continued to sleep.
In the afternoon, Jiang Xi and Wen Chuzhi went to the nail salon.
As soon as Jiang Xi entered, he saw someone he didn't want to see.
Song Qianqian.
The second female lead in the original work relied on the fact that her sister was Huo Siting's Bai Yueguang, and relied on Song Wanwan to ask Huo Siting to take good care of her before she died. She pretended to be sick and weak to frame Mu Wanxing. Throughout the book, to One of the last souls to die.
The manicurist Jiang Xi had appointed was doing a manicure on Song Qianqian.
When the manicurist saw this, he immediately said: "Ms. Jiang, things will be ready soon. Please go and have a rest first."
"Not urgent."
Jiang Xi and Wen Chuzhi went to rest next to them, with fruits, snacks and desserts waiting for them.
Wen Chuzhi took a bite of tiramisu and said, "It's not as good as the taste of Wushan Yun."
"Then we'll go eat later."
Wen Chuzhi smiled sweetly, "Okay."
It just so happened that Jiang Xi hadn't been there for a few days.
Jiang Xi boredly took out her phone to scroll through Weibo, and found an entry that had become a hot search.
She clicked it and saw Mo Shiyu and Mu Wanxing sitting together attending the press conference of the Love Like Stars series of jewelry.
Love Like Stars is Mu Wanxing's winning entry in the Shien Group's jewelry design competition. After a period of adjustment, production, and preliminary publicity, it was finally released today and will be sold online in various jewelry stores under the Shien Group.
At the live broadcast press conference, Mu Wanxing, who wore makeup and a designer skirt, looked more like the dead Song Wanwan.
"Ahhhh——"
A scream came.
Then Song Qianqian stood up from her seat and rushed to Jiang Xi with her mobile phone, "Look!"
Jiang Xi calmly turned the phone screen to her and said, "Look."
Song Qianqian was very angry, "Do you think she did it on purpose? What did she mean by her makeup today? She deliberately imitated the makeup of my sister and her first love Bai Yueguang. She also matched it. Jiang Xi, you are too cowardly. If you change it to It’s me, if someone deliberately seduces my husband like this, I have to throw her into the sea and feed it to the sharks.”
"Murder is illegal. I don't want to risk the rest of my life for a stranger." Jiang Xi calmly put down his phone.
She is much calmer than Song Qianqian.
It seemed like the plot was starting to follow the original work, but she felt a little uncomfortable.
"How old is she? My sister has been dead for five years. Don't you doubt how she knows what kind of makeup her sister wears? Aren't you worried that Mo Shiyu did it on purpose?" Song Qianqian sat on the ginger bed angrily. On the sofa next to Xi, someone looked even angrier than Jiang Xi, "Jiang Xi! Your husband is about to be seduced by another woman!"
"Miss Song, I have long said that you can't keep a man who can be seduced away, and I don't even want a man like that. As for the makeup issue you mentioned, Song Wanwan is a very good ballet dancer. She is very famous. , there are a lot of her videos on the Internet, and you can find them just by searching. Besides, my husband is a straight man, and he doesn’t know anything about women’s makeup. How do you know?” After Jiang Xi finished speaking, he picked up the drink on the table and drank. got up.
[Did I just speak for Mo Shiyu? 】
[Husband and wife are one, Mo Shiyu’s reputation is my reputation. I am just protecting our common reputation, not trying to make up for Mo Shiyu. 】
Song Qianqian looked at Jiang Xifeng's calm look and hated the iron, "Although you pretend to be similar, I know how much you care about my sister's existence. We have a common enemy. You don't need to show off in front of me." .”
Which of your eyes saw me trying to show off?
"Miss Song, just like a person who knows when he drinks water, it doesn't matter if Mo Shiyu doesn't like me. It's enough that I am Mrs. Mo now." Jiang Xi stood up slowly, "Chuchu, let's do a manicure."
