Chapter 66 A Mo, Let's Get Married After You Leave the Hospital
After dinner with Shen Mubai, Qiao Ran returned home. After washing up, Qiao Ran was sitting at the computer desk in the bedroom writing copywriting materials about the hot project. There was a knock on the door behind her.
"Come in!" Qiao Ran responded calmly.
The door opened, Song Wanqing walked in with a red face and a somewhat frivolous step, smelling of alcohol.
"You came back early, you even took a shower. Do you think that with the hot project, you don't need to develop other projects? Sooner or later you will be kicked out of the company." Song Wanqing smiled provocatively.
"It seems that you won a big project today and came to my place to show off your power." Qiao Ran said with a disdainful smile.
"I signed a 500 million project for the company today, 500 million!" Song Wanqing made a five-character sign with her hand: "On the contrary, your hot project does not make a penny for the company, and the company still needs to pay for it.
Go in."
The hot project is indeed not profitable now, but this project has given Song Group's brand international fame and been seen by overseas consumers. The invisible money is immeasurable.
"The company is not a fool. The hot project does not make money, and the company leaders will not agree to start this project. You signed a small 500 million contract, and there is nothing worth showing off." Qiao Ran said with a sneer.
"500 million is still a small order? Qiao Ran, are you rich?" Song Wanqing looked at Qiao Ran with disdain.
"Rich than you!"
"Haha!" Song Wanqing said as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world: "Be richer than me? Are you dreaming? I will marry Shi Mo soon, and then I will be Mrs. Wen with a trillionaire status. You
Are you richer than me?"
"Not to mention how much of the trillion-dollar valuation of the Wen Group is in your hands, whether you can become Mrs. Wen is another matter!" Qiao Ran said without looking up from the information on the computer.
"You just want to take Shi Mo away? You haven't taken away Shi Mo's love for me even though I was Mrs. Wen for three years. Now that I'm awake, it's even more impossible for you to take Shi Mo away from me."
Regarding Wen Shimo's love for her, Song Wanqing was 100% confident.
"What's so valuable about a three-year-old person? If you like it, I'll give it to you. I said you're destined to be Mrs. Wen."
"Just because you want to kill me?"
"You are not worthy of dirtying my hands."
When Song Wanqing saw Qiao Ran looking at the computer the whole time and not taking her seriously at all, she suddenly became furious and raised her hand to hit Qiao Ran.
Just when her hand was about to hit Qiao Ran's face, Qiao Ran grabbed her wrist.
"When I went to the hospital to review the injury in the afternoon, I saw Zhou Yu hurriedly entering the inpatient building. You have time to drink and go crazy here, so you should be concerned about whether your beloved Wen Shimo has any hidden terminal illness!
"
After Qiao Ran finished speaking, he shook off Song Wanqing's hand and picked up a wet towel to wipe his hands, as if he had touched something dirty.
Faced with Qiao Ran's humiliation, Song Wanqing couldn't care less, half of the wine in her body was sober, and she hurriedly ran out of Qiao Ran's bedroom.
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In the hospital ward, Wen Shimo was sitting on the bed, holding an economics book in his hand, feeling vaguely expecting something!
When I heard the door open, my heart beat rapidly. When I saw the worried face that rushed in, my heart instantly calmed down.
"Wanqing, why are you here?"
"Are you really hospitalized? Why did you lie to me that you went abroad? If I hadn't been chatting with Xiaoran at night and she said to review the injuries and saw Zhou Yu appear in the hospital, I wouldn't have known that your injuries were serious enough to require hospitalization.
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Song Wanqing walked up to Wen Shimo with some staggering steps, her eyes filled with tears and her voice became more distressed.
The pungent smell of alcohol on Song Wanqing's body made Wen Shimo frown slightly.
Qiao Ran, you are such a talkative woman!
"It's a minor injury and I can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. I didn't want you to worry, so I didn't tell you." Wen Shimo said in a gentle voice, resisting the disgust in his heart at the smell of alcohol.
"It's my fault for being careless. Yu Yuan only hit him three times and kept complaining that his arm hurts. You hit the door so many times, how could it be a small injury? Let me see how your injury is." Song Wan
Qing said and was about to take off Wen Shimo's clothes.
"Don't look, I'm fine." Wen Shimo took Song Wanqing's hand to stop her.
"I'm already blaming myself for not being with you when you were hospitalized. Can you just let me take a look?" Song Wanqing said with pleading eyes.
Wen Shimo could not refuse Song Wanqing's begging, and Song Wanqing would undress him at any time.
There were still bruises on the shoulders on both sides, but they were mostly healed. What was exposed to Song Wanqing's eyes was Wen Shimo's firm and tight body, with lines full of masculine power. It looked like Song Wanqing had drunk a lot of wine.
Breathing a little short.
"I'm relieved to see you're okay." Song Wanqing said, her delicate fingers gently and softly roaming on Wen Shimo's skin.
Wen Shimo immediately felt a sense of repulsion in his heart and quickly put on his clothes.
"a little cold."
Song Wanqing, who was a little embarrassed, quickly agreed: "Yes, it's cold now, we can't freeze."
"Are you hungry now? Let me go to the kitchen and make you some supper!" Song Wanqing tried to deflect the embarrassment and wanted to show her virtuous side in front of Wen Shimo.
"I'm not hungry. It's getting late. I'm fine. You can go back and rest!"
"No, you are injured and hospitalized. As your fiancée, it is my duty to stay here and take care of you. Just wait for me and I will make you a bowl of noodles. It will be ready soon."
Through the glass, Wen Shimo saw Song Wanqing's busy figure moving skillfully in the kitchen.
Song Wanqing knew how to cook. When he was in love with her, Song Wanqing would often bring the meals she cooked to accompany him to the company.
At that time, he felt that the food cooked by Song Wanqing was the most delicious in the world.
It wasn't until I ate Qiao Ran's food that I realized that truly delicious food has a different flavor.
Thinking of this, Wen Shimo was shocked. What was he thinking?
He actually compared Qiao Ran, a scheming woman, with Wan Qing.
How could she be qualified to compare with Wan Qing?
Half an hour later.
Song Wanqing placed a bowl of tomato beef noodles that looked delicious, delicious, and delicious on the small square table on Wen Shimo's hospital bed.
"I haven't cooked for you in three years. Don't make fun of me if I'm not good at cooking." Song Wanqing smiled sheepishly.
"You cook for me with all your heart, but it's too late for me to be happy. How can I be smiling?" Wen Shimo picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks.
The beef, which was full of muttony and tough meat, immediately stuck on the tip of the tongue, and there was no desire to chew anymore.
Qiao Ran often makes beef noodles for him, but the beef that has been processed by Qiao Ran does not have any fishy smell. The smooth, tender and fresh beef slides across the tip of his tongue, which is a delicious enjoyment.
Also, even Cheng Zhiyuan, a food connoisseur, praised Qiao Ran's cooking after eating it several times. After being fed by Qiao Ran for three years, how could he easily accept food cooked by others?
Song Wanqing was none other than the future wife he wanted to marry and protect throughout his life.
No matter how unpalatable it is, he will insist on eating it.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Song Wanqing asked expectantly.
"It's delicious. What you make is the most delicious thing in the world." Wen Shimo said against his will.
Song Wanqing smiled shyly. Sure enough, in Wen Shimo's heart, she did the best.
"Then I'll often cook it for you."
"You don't have to work so hard, as long as you are happy."
"Being with you is the greatest happiness. Ah Mo, let's get married after you are discharged from the hospital. I want to stay with you every day and take care of you personally." Song Wanqing looked at Wen Shimo lovingly, her voice gentle.
And lingering.
Wen Shimo's hand holding the chopsticks paused. He had only been divorced for more than a month, and now he was getting married. He was really not mentally prepared for this.