Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 749 Forcibly stuffing a mouthful of dog food

The sun sets in the west, and the magnificent sunset covers half of the sky.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 35th floor of Zhanyi Group, you can overlook the beautiful scenery of the entire city.

Zhang Zhihuan, vice president of Zhanyi Group, stood in front of the window and finished admiring the sunset, then turned to look at Zhan Mochen.

Zhan Mochen was already packing his things and getting ready to get off work.

Seeing Zhang Zhihuan looking over, he pointed to the documents on the table: "You go to the cocktail party tonight and be sure to take down Mr. Wang."

"The person Mr. Wang wants to see is you, what's the point of me going?"

Zhang Zhihuan sneered lightly, his handsome face full of curiosity: "You didn't go to the cocktail party in the evening. You were in a hurry to get off work before the meeting was over. What big business are you going to discuss?"

Zhan Mochen pursed his thin lips and said nothing.

Zhang Zhihuan guessed it as soon as he saw his expression, and teased: "You want to go home and cede land to your wife for peace? This is indeed a "big business". If the negotiation is not successful, it may affect your lifelong happiness."

"You can choose not to speak." Zhan Mochen's eyebrows turned cold.

Most people would tremble with fear when they saw him like this.

It's a pity that Zhang Zhihuan is not afraid of death.

Although he is the vice president of the company, he is also a brother who has known Zhan Mochen for many years.

That's why this time, he was pushed out by the group executives to save everyone from the fire. After all, if the big boss continues to be so low-pressure, everyone is afraid that they will make money but not spend it.

Zhang Zhihuan walked up to Zhan Mochen and patted him on the shoulder with the mood of stroking a tiger's beard.

"Mo Chen, listen to my brother's advice. There is no overnight feud between husband and wife, and a cold war is not the answer. A man must be thick-skinned. If he makes his wife angry, he should sincerely apologize, arrange flowers and gifts, and have a candlelight dinner to create a romantic atmosphere. And so on, it finally reaches a happy ending with a fight at the head of the bed and a fight at the end of the bed..."

Zhang Zhihuan talked endlessly, as if he was reading a [-]-word essay.

Zhan Mochen frowned and replied in eight words: "I still need you to teach me? I'm single."

Zhang Zhihuan couldn't take a breath and almost choked to death: "...Who are you talking about being single?"

"Who knows. My husband-wife relationship has always been good. Don't make any assumptions about my life." Zhan Mochen said these two words coldly, picked up his suit jacket and left.

Zhang Zhihuan:......

What a hell of a good brother, even if he has a tough mouth, he still forcefully feeds him dog food, it's too much!
Zhan Mochen walked into the elevator expressionlessly, but his heart was far less calm than he appeared.

Is it already so obvious that Yan Yan started a cold war with him?
Why does it feel like everyone knows it? Even Zhang Zhihuan, a single guy who hasn't appeared in front of him once in 800 years, came to "point out" him.

Flower gifts, candlelight dinner...

Doesn't he know how to do it himself, so does he need someone to teach him?
Zhan Mochen walked into the underground parking lot and drove home.

But before going home, he took a detour and visited several shopping malls in Haicheng.

An hour later, Zhan Mochen entered the house holding 99 red roses and several exquisite gift boxes.

As expected, there are still only three children and servants and bodyguards at home.

"Daddy, didn't you pick up Mommy from get off work?"

The three little ones looked behind Zhan Mochen, feeling a little disappointed.

Although Daddy and Mommy didn't quarrel in front of them, the atmosphere at home was always weird these days, and they could feel that something must have happened between Daddy and Mommy.

They also tried their best to make jokes in the hope that mom and dad would reconcile, but they didn't have much effect.

When they were at school this morning, they repeatedly told Daddy to take the initiative to pick Mummy up from get off work, but why didn't Daddy listen?

Zhan Mochen looked at the three little ones with disappointed and reproachful eyes, feeling a little helpless and a little distressed.

When Yan Yan gets angry, not only does he get left out and sleep alone every night, but the three little ones also have to worry.

No matter what method he uses tonight, he must end this cold war!

Zhan Mochen secretly made up his mind and then had a showdown with the three little ones. "I didn't pick up your mommy today because I went to buy her a gift. Daddy is going to give her a big surprise. So tonight, how about you go to my great-grandpa's place to stay for a night?"

An Suisui was the first to agree: "Okay, okay! Xiaosan's babies have grown up, and grandma said we can play with them!"

The mistress is the black goat that Mrs. Bai raised personally. She gave birth to three lambs. The three lambs went over to feed them whenever she had time. It can be said that they raised the lambs with their own hands.

Zhan Mochen nodded: "Then it's settled, I'll send you there now."

"Okay, let's go!" An Suisui jumped up and down with joy.

An Nuannuan was still a little worried, so she asked the excited An Suisui: "Then we are all leaving. What if mommy and daddy are still angry? Who will persuade us?"

"No one needs to persuade me. Daddy will definitely make mommy happy. If we stay here, we will become little light bulbs!"

"Oh, I get it."

An Nuannuan understood immediately, quickly packed her small backpack, hugged her favorite Barbie doll, and rushed out of the house with her two brothers.

When Zhan Mochen sent the three little ones to his old house and came back, the sky was completely dark.

Zhan Mochen called An Yan, but no one answered.

He simply drove to Yufei to pick him up, but he only received a confused look from the security guard downstairs: "Mr. An went home from get off work an hour ago, doesn't Mr. Zhan know?"

Zhan Mochen's expression froze and he forced his respect: "...I know."

Half an hour later, he drove all the way into the house.

The moment he saw the light in the study window on the second floor, Zhan Mochen breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, okay, the cold war is still a cold war, Yan Yan is still willing to go home.

Zhan Mochen straightened his clothes and quietly entered the door.

When the servants and bodyguards saw that the three little ones were sent away, they wisely avoided them early.

Zhan Mochen walked into the kitchen and worked lightly with his hands and feet for a while.

After preparing everything, he quietly went upstairs and walked into the bedroom, took out the flowers and chocolates he had hidden in advance, and opened the study door.

In the study, the lights are bright.

An Yan was typing quickly in front of the computer. She sat upright with her beautiful figure. Just the look of her back made Zhan Mochen instantly distracted.

The sweet fragrance of roses floated in the study room. What Zhan Mochen smelled was An Yan's unique scent, and what An Yan smelled was the scent of perfumed roses.

She turned her head and caught a glimpse of the man's face as handsome as a god behind the big bouquet of roses.

With handsome features, deep eyes, and a sharp temperament, An Yan had to admit that whenever she saw Zhan Mochen, she would always think that this man looked amazing.

It's a pity that no matter how good you look, lying and concealing are still unforgivable.

An Yan controlled her heartbeat, her eyes turned cold, she closed the document and stood up to leave.

As soon as he reached the door, he was hugged by the man.

The bouquet of roses had a strong sense of presence. Even if Zhan Mochen dropped the words in time, An Yan still felt that she was almost pressed on the head and stuffed into the roses.

The moment she was tightly tightened by Zhan Mochen, An Yan was angry and funny.

This stinky man doesn't think that this matter can be over with a bouquet of flowers, right?

Of course, Zhan Mochen didn't expect that a bouquet of flowers could solve the Cold War problem.

He lowered his head to kiss An Yan's face and apologized in her ear.

"Yanyan, I'm sorry. What happened before was all my fault. I promise it will never happen again in the future. Just forgive me this time, okay?"

(End of this chapter)