She shook her head, "No, if you are an invisible rich man, then I am not worthy of you, and our marriage will end soon."

Her answer was beyond his expectation, and he even felt faintly worried, hoping that he was not a rich man, but just an ordinary person.

He said: "Why? Marrying a rich man is not the dream of all girls."

"I don't like wealthy families, they are complicated, and nowadays people are all about being well-matched. Living in a wealthy family like that would make you lose your freedom, so I hope that the person I marry can be ordinary and not starve to death."

"If the contract between you and me ends in the future, I will go on a blind date to find a man who has eyes for me. It doesn't matter if I don't have money."

Jun Mohan frowned, dissatisfied with her going on a blind date, and his eyes fell on her side face, which was focused on watching TV.

He didn't know how credible her words were?

But he was just depressed, depressed that she said she didn't want to marry into a rich family, depressed that she wanted to go on a blind date, and he didn't want others to have a relationship with her.

Wen Xin pointed at Lord Grim's face in the TV series and said, "You said everyone in your family is so good-looking, why are you so ugly?"

"I know, you must have brought me here!"

The warm words made Jun Mohan's face instantly darken, as if a dark cloud had covered her, and he stared at her coldly.

Feeling that the breath was different, Wenxin turned around to face his terrifying eyes. She was shocked to realize that she had said the wrong thing and said quickly: "I'm sorry, it was just a slip of the tongue. You are definitely not ugly."

"Slip of the tongue? I think you are a typical nymphomaniac. When you saw my handsome brother, you regretted marrying me."

Wen Xin choked, turned around angrily, and watched the TV without daring to bite.

Jun Mohan took it as her acquiescence.

His heart was filled with panic and he felt depressed and uncomfortable.

Jun Mohan didn't care about others saying he was ugly, but he did care about what this woman said.

Although he didn't love her for the time being, he also thought that if the contract ended, she would be done with her through no fault of hers. He didn't want to get married again and continue to face another woman.

But she actually disliked her appearance.

This kind of woman is no different from the kind of materialistic woman who only cares about appearance. They are just as superficial.

Jun Mohan walked out without saying a word.

In the elevator, he called Mo Chen and asked him to go out for a drink.

Wenxin hurriedly ran to the balcony and took a look, but didn't see Jun Mohan. She couldn't help but pat her head, feeling very guilty for the words she just blurted out that hurt his self-esteem.

She actually had no ill intentions, nor did she dislike his appearance. It was just that the difference between his family members and his appearance was too big for her to understand, so she said such mindless words. It was too late to regret it now.

bar

The loud music was playing, the neon lights were flashing, young men and women were dancing and carnivaling, and it was peaceful.

Under the colorful lights, Mo Chen looked at his friend who was drinking and silent throughout the whole process, and asked in confusion: "Are you worried tonight?"

After taking the last sip of wine from the bottle, he muttered: "Do all women nowadays focus on appearance?"

Mo Chen suddenly realized, "Does your sister-in-law dislike you?"

Jun Mohan didn't speak, which was regarded as his acquiescence.

"Then just remove the beard scar and scare her to death. If you press that thing on your face, it will be a severe punishment."

Jun Mohan rolled his eyes and continued to lower his head to open another bottle of wine.

Mo Chen still smiled, "I discovered a secret?"

"explain."

"You seem to be starting to care about what she says."

Jun Mohan's face darkened and he said coldly: "Impossible, this kind of woman who only cares about her appearance is unbearably vulgar."

Mo Chen said amusedly: "But I think your wife is quite strange. Others care about whether they have money or not. It doesn't matter whether they are ugly or not. If they have money, it's easy to talk about it. But she cares about whether you look good or not?"

"Am I really that ugly?"

Jun Mohan touched his beard and asked with a gloomy face.

Mo Chen nodded honestly, "It's a bit scary. If you show your true face, as expected, my sister-in-law will fall in love with you within a week at most."

Jun Mohan scolded: "Are you falling in love with me? Or falling in love with my face? I, Jun Mohan, disgust her with this face."

"I won't take off this prop unless it hurts her eyes."

Seeing his angry look, Mo Chen became more and more sure that this kid was tempted, but he didn't know it himself.

Should he give it a heads up?

…

Over there I was drinking to drown my sorrows, while here Wen Xin was blaming myself all night.

Because she said something wrong, the man went out and didn't come back until midnight. Wen Xin felt really guilty and kept waiting on the sofa, yawning again and again, but not daring to sleep for fear that something would happen to the man.

one forty at night

As there was a soft knock at the door, she hurriedly ran to the door and looked through the peephole, only to see Jun Mohan being helped back.

His mouth was mumbling from time to time, and his beard was swaying up and down.

She quickly opened the door, and Mo Chen was stunned when he looked at the beautiful little girl in front of him.

No wonder this kid is tempted. It turns out that he is an old cow eating young grass. Seeing that the little girl is so hydrated and has a face full of collagen, I really feel pity for the child!

If you don't hold and pamper her well, it will be a sin.

I have to say that Jun Mohan was lucky.

Mo Chen said hurriedly: "Hello, sister-in-law, I am Mo Han's good friend Mo Chen. He is drunk, so I will send him back."

Wen Xin smiled and said: "Thank you, come in then!"

The name Mo Chen was somewhat familiar, but she really couldn't remember where she had heard it. After all, she only ate at the last banquet and didn't even watch her boss speak.

Mo Chen rolled his eyes and thought that since Jun Mohan was drunk, he just let his little wife take care of him. Maybe something romantic would happen between the two of them, and he would have done a good deed.

He smiled and said: "No, I'll leave Mo Han to you. I'll go back first. It's too late. The driver is still waiting below."

As he said that, Mo Chen handed Jun Mohan to Wenxin, and then Jun Mohan pressed his whole body on Wenxin. She said with some difficulty: "Ah! This pig is too heavy."

"Sister-in-law, take good care of him," Mo Chen smiled, waved his hand, and kindly closed the door for them.

Wen Xin staggered and dragged him to the sofa, ready to put him down. Her hands shook, and the two of them fell on the sofa together.

Jun Mohan pressed heavily on her, Wenxin held his chest with both hands, and breathed out a long sigh of relief: "Uncle, wake up, you are pressing me so much that it hurts."

The man on his body was sleeping deeply, with the smell of alcohol coming out of his mouth and nose, and he was holding his breath in a warm and uncomfortable manner.

The smell of alcohol is too strong.

With a dead pig weighing down her body, she couldn't breathe at all.

"If you don't wake up, I will push you down."

When there was no response, she simply spread out her hands and kneaded his face with both hands, "You're not awake, are you? I'll crush you to death."

"I'll pinch you."

The hand moved to his waist and pinched again. The half-drunk man opened his eyes because of the pain. He only felt a fly buzzing next to him, making him uncomfortable.

"Don't make any noise."

"Jun Mohan, please get up, hurry up, I won't be polite if you don't get up."

"Still noisy?"

Jun Mohan met Wen Xin's gaze, lowered his head and blocked his chattering mouth.


Chapter completed!