The wife is rebellious, and the boss surrenders obediently

Chapter 9 Jealousy is not as delicious as dessert

He Sheng has been working with Qin Moli for three years, and with Song Yizhuo for ten years. He now feels that there is something weird between Qin Moli and Song Yizhuo.

Was it a quarrel?

In private, He Sheng also gave Qin Moli earnest advice.

"Xiao Mo, there are beautiful women everywhere in life. Young Master Song has a bad temper and puts on a sour face every day. He will throw him to whoever wants him. He wants to marry a young prince from the royal family, let him go. He is not worthy of your lifelong trust. Stay away from him. There is no man who doesn't like power and wealth. You deserve a better man!"

Qin Moli didn't explain, but just nodded lightly.

"How about? You and I?" He Sheng was willing to take over.

Qin Moli just said to him: "You are birds of a feather."

They were both cunning and sly figures in the business world, and she would not follow either of them.

Since the negotiations went smoothly, Gu Zhengcheng booked a big meal at a five-star hotel for lunch.

The group went to a private room and sat down, and Song Yizhuo lit a cigarette.

There are several large no-smoking signs in the room, but for people like Song Yizhuo, they are useless.

Ever since Qin Moli became pregnant, she felt uncomfortable whenever she smelled cigarette smoke.

She frowned and ate a little, but couldn't eat anymore.

Gu Zhengcheng noticed that she was uncomfortable, and said very considerately: "Miss Qin, there is a lounge over here, why don't you go in and have some tea and some fruit?"

"Thank you, Mr. Gu." Qin Moli pushed the door open and went in, cutting off the noise and smoke from the outside world.

She ignored Song Yizhuo the whole time, and Song Yizhuo's fingertips holding the cigarette became even colder.

After Qin Moli left the table, He Sheng approached Song Yizhuo and asked for credit from him.

"I advised Xiaomo not to get entangled with you, and it actually worked."

Song Yizhuo wanted to ignore the public and slap him in the face, "How did you persuade him?"

"I said you are a scumbag and not worthy of her entrusting her life to." He Sheng was a little proud, "Ah..."

Before he could finish his words, someone stepped hard on his foot.

His gradually out-of-control emotions and the speed of his face changing like a Sichuan opera made everyone look at him.

What is the best friend? He always makes things worse at the critical moment!
If Song Yizhuo doesn't step on him, who else should he step on?

He Sheng is a well-known king of hell in the legal world, how could he not understand his thoughts?
He didn't dare to say it in public, so he could only use his lips to say: "Are you the one who keeps pestering her?"

Song Yizhuo did not deny it, but loosened his foot under the table.

He Sheng smiled and looked at everyone with a pained look: "It's okay, it's okay. I suddenly had a calf cramp. I'm sorry for interrupting everyone's meal!"

"I heard that He Lu can walk through a field of flowers without getting a single leaf on him. Is it because his calves are too tired?" Someone told a risqué joke with a smile.

"This is a secret. I must not let my girlfriends know about it." He Sheng always likes to joke.

At the dinner table, everyone chatted casually, eating and drinking in a relaxed manner. Gu Zhengcheng knocked on the door and entered the lounge, carrying freshly baked snacks from the kitchen.

"Miss Qin, I saw that you didn't want to eat the main meal just now. Why don't you try our signature dessert, the honeycomb lychee and taro box?"

"Thank you, Mr. Gu. It's too much trouble for you!"

Qin Moli, who was away from men and cigarettes, was in good condition in the lounge.

Gu Zhengcheng looked at her with a smile: "We are friends, why are you so polite? Eat more, we have to continue the meeting in the afternoon."

The work intensity was very high, and the little one in Qin Moli's belly was restless and she couldn't stand being hungry.

She was just wondering if the big devil had planted a small devil, and no one would let her have an easy life.

However, Qin Moli was still touched by Gu Zhengcheng's kind and warm gesture.

After Gu Zhengcheng left, Qin Moli ate dessert and felt a sweetness flowing in his heart.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open again. She thought it was Gu Zhengcheng who had returned, but it turned out to be Song Yizhuo.

She hadn't finished her dessert yet, and there was some crumbs on her lips, which made her taste less refreshing and more worldly.

"Secretary Qin is hiding here and stealing things given by other men?" Song Yizhuo curled his lips coldly.

Qin Moli stared at him, "Boss Song, you have such a good face. You look like a disaster to the country and the people. But when you open your mouth, I want to sew you up with a needle."

Song Yizhuo walked up to her and asked, "Did I not feed Secretary Qin enough?"

Qin Moli was still calm and composed: "No need for Mr. Song to feed her. Mr. Song, please save your energy and spirit to feed your little royal princess."

"Are you jealous?" Song Yizhuo raised his eyebrows.

Qin Moli smiled and raised the dessert box in his hand: "How can jealousy be as delicious as dessert?"

“Throw it in the trash,” he ordered.

"Okay!" Qin Moli was not vague and directly put the dessert box in his hand on his chest.

This proves that he is a trash can.

He was dark and venomous, and she learned from him.

She ignored his impending rage and stalked off.

Song Yizhuo grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and held her captive.

"This is someone else's company, what are you going to do?" Qin Moli looked at him in horror.

"Let Gu Zhengcheng know whose woman you are!" Song Yizhuo pressed his fingers on her red lips.

"You're crazy!" Qin Moli was so angry that he hit him in the neck with his elbow.

(End of this chapter)