Chapter 625: The treacherous and dark-bellied Lan Patriarch
"Qingqing, do you think it's okay to put it like this?"
Shen Yimo called her daughter closer and asked for her opinion.
Mu Qing smiled and said, "Okay, I can trust Mom's judgment."
Shen Yimo also smiled and said, "Mom is only responsible for the design, you are responsible for everything else."
Lan Rui came over and said, "Qingqing, if you need any help from dad, just ask."
"Dad, don't worry, I won't be polite to you when I need your help."
Lan Rui looked at his wife and praised: "Yimo, our daughter is really capable."
Mu Qing: "..."
The smile on Shen Yimo's face faded, and her voice was light: "Of course my daughter is capable, but that's not your credit, that's the credit of Brother Mu and Sister Zhang."
Lan Rui chuckled, "Although we did not raise Qingqing, Qingqing inherited the excellent genes of our couple and is so smart, considerate, and capable."
Shen Yimo turned around and walked away, not even bothering to talk to this old bastard who made children the topic of conversation.
His skin is getting thicker and thicker, comparable to a city wall.
Lan Rui followed Shen Yimo like a candy bar, constantly looking for topics to talk about. The most common thing he talked about was his children. Sometimes he praised Mu Qing for his excellence, and sometimes he dismissed Lan Zheng as cold as ice. He was not even in his twenties. If you have a girlfriend, you will most likely be a bachelor for the rest of your life.
Lan Zheng: ...My daughter praises me, but my son criticizes me.
Did he give it away by charging phone bills?
Shen Yimo was so angry with Lan Rui that she couldn't help but start talking to him. This was exactly what Lan Rui wanted.
He would rather Shen Yimo quarrel with him than have her be distant and indifferent to him.
Mu Qing and his wife felt that they had become light bulbs.
In the past, others were their light bulbs.
"Dad, Mom, Long Ting is short of winter clothes. I'll take him to buy some new sets of clothes."
Mu Qing made an excuse, took her children, and ran away with her husband.
Let your parents grind it slowly.
"Qingqing, mom is going too."
Shen Yimo was fed up with Lan Rui's chatting and nagging, and wanted to run away with her daughter, but as soon as she finished speaking, her daughter and son-in-law had already ran out of the jewelry store with their children in their arms, as if there was a savage beast chasing them behind.
"Yimo."
When his daughter and son-in-law were no longer present, Lan Rui no longer cared about his face. He grabbed Shen Yimo and refused to let his wife go out. He also said: "We haven't finished the work in the store yet. If you leave, who will help you?" With?"
"If you want to go shopping, I will go shopping with you later. You can go shopping until tomorrow."
Shen Yimo shook off his hand, "Who wants you to accompany me, Lan Rui, the door is over there, please get out."
"Yimo, don't be like this. I am here to protect your safety. You don't know. There are more and more perverts in Wangcheng. A beauty like you needs a protector like me. Only by guarding can we be safe.”
"You are the number one pervert in Wangcheng."
Lan Rui chuckled, "Thank you, wife, for the compliment."
"Don't call me wife."
"You are my wife. We have been married for more than 20 years, and our children are all in their 20s."
"Shut up!"
What Shen Yimo hates most is that she wants a divorce but can't get divorced.
Every time the written divorce agreement was given to him, he tore it up in front of her.
She clamored to file for divorce, but he was even more arrogant than her, saying that as long as he was still alive, she would not be able to leave him even if he filed for divorce.
Sometimes, she couldn't help but be distracted and pay attention to him...
The workers laughed secretly.
Shen Yimo's face was slightly red, and she reached out and pulled Lan Rui into the office specially prepared for her by her daughter. Her and Qingqing's offices were decorated first and are now tidy. They can wait until the outside is finished. Work here.
Lan Rui wanted her to work at home and she didn't want to pay attention to him.
She spent almost the first half of her life locked up in the Lan family's manor, without freedom.
For the rest of her life, that manor would never want to lock her up again!
Lan Rui doesn't dare to be forceful with her now, for fear that she will hate him even more.
"Lan Rui, what do you want?"
In the office, Shen Yimo asked with a dark face, "Are you very idle? The Lan Group has gone bankrupt? The Lan family has nothing to do? You are so idle all day long!"
"Even if the Lan Group goes bankrupt, my private property will be enough to support you, mother and son, so there is no need to worry."
Lan Rui's black eyes were locked on Shen Yimo's face, which was flushed with anger.
Although she is a mature lady at her age, when she was crazy, he asked Aunt Ling to help her take care of her every day. She looked ten or twenty years younger than her actual age. In his eyes, she was still so young. , so beautiful.
Seeing her bright red lips opening and closing, even when she was scolding him, he felt that those were the most alluring lips, which made him want to taste them to see if they were as sweet as he remembered.
"You, what do you want to do?"
Shen Yimo suddenly questioned him in a trembling voice.
As soon as Lan Rui came to his senses, he realized that he was getting worried and gradually approaching his wife, forcing her to keep retreating, almost reaching the still empty desk.
"Yimo, I..."
Lan Rui didn't stop and was still approaching her. When she bumped into the desk, he reached out and pushed her without any trace, causing her to fall back.
"Yimo, be careful."
Lan Rui deliberately exclaimed, quickly took action, grabbed her waist, but instead of pulling her up, he pressed her down on the desk.
Shen Yimo was in shock. When she realized that Lan Rui was pressing on her, she immediately pushed him randomly and cursed: "Lan Rui, you bastard, let me go!"
Lan Rui hugged her tightly and said with an innocent expression: "Honey, I didn't do anything. I saw you hit the table and was about to fall backward, so I gave you a hand."
Shen Yimo had a dark face and gritted his teeth, "Lan Rui, look at you, are you giving me a hand now? You are about to break my waist."
"Your waist has always been soft and won't be broken easily. When we first got married..."
"Shut up!"
Shen Yimo scolded him angrily.
His words also reminded Shen Yimo of the sweetest days between husband and wife.
At that time, both husband and wife were young and newly married. When their relationship was at its strongest, he was most wild and she was willing to obey him. The couple did many wild things.
"Yimo, your face is so red. Let me check if you have a fever."
As Lan Rui spoke, he rubbed Shen Yimo's face with his own.
"Lan Rui..."
Before Shen Yimo could finish her sentence, Lan Rui shamelessly blocked her mouth.
Shen Yimo's beautiful eyes widened, wanting to stare this old man so close at hand into a hornet's nest.
It's a pity that he is thick-skinned and not afraid of her glare.
Bastard, old pervert!
Shen Yimo scolded Lan Rui thousands of times in his heart, hoping that God would thunder and knock this old bastard unconscious.
God: ...It’s such a cold day that Thunder God is on holiday and can’t strike.