After being spotted by the boss

Chapter 163 Wen Ruchu Was Released (Part [-])

After hanging up the phone, Tang Xinyue looked at the phone screen, thinking of something in her mind, the corners of her lips slowly curled up.

She couldn't get close to Xiu Chen, let alone Wen Yiyi's body, but that didn't mean that others couldn't either.

For example—Wen Ruchu.

That woman is good-looking, she is good-looking, but her brain is lacking, and she does not think about the consequences of doing anything, and does not use her brain.

Rather than kicking Wen Yiyi away from Xiu Chen herself, it would be better...to use Wen Ruchu's hand to get rid of Wen Yiyi.

If things go well, maybe they can kill two birds with one stone and get rid of both Wen Yiyi and Wen Ruchu.

Thinking of this, the smile on Tang Xinyue's face got bigger and bigger. She was very angry at Mo Qingling before, but now she is in a very good mood.

Tang Xinyue closed her eyes and began to take a nap.
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Mo Qingling drove Wen Yiyi and Mo Xiuchen back to the villa, and then went back to her side.

So there were only Wen Yiyi and Mo Xiuchen in the huge villa.

I took the suitcase back to the bedroom and put it away, tidied it up, and it was already around 03:30 in the afternoon when I went downstairs.

Mo Xiuchen was sitting on the sofa looking at the documents. He hadn't been in the company for a few days, and there were a lot more documents, which were just sent by the secretary.

The black silk suit on his body has been changed, and he is now wearing a dark gray house coat and a pair of glasses without lenses, staring at the documents in his hand.

The light from the living room shone on his face, which took away a lot of the icy aura on his body, and on the contrary added a little elegance.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mo Xiuchen looked up at Wen Yiyi, then lowered his head, staring at the document in his hand, flipping through a page with his slender fingers, parting his thin lips lightly: "I'm hungry, give me Cook a bowl of noodles."

"Oh." Wen Yiyi nodded, put the design drawings and pens on the coffee table, turned around and went to the kitchen to cook noodles for him.

After a few hours of flying, although she ate an airplane meal, she was still very hungry. Wen Yiyi made a portion for two people, one big bowl and one small bowl.

It was 10 minutes later when she came out with two bowls of noodles.

Mo Xiuchen still maintained the posture she had when she entered the kitchen, without moving.

Taking the noodles to the coffee table to put down, Wen Yiyi blew on her hands that were a little sore from the heat, and handed him the chopsticks, "Here."

Mo Xiuchen glanced at her, put down the document, took the chopsticks from her, and ate gracefully and slowly.

Wen Yiyi was sitting cross-legged on the fluffy carpet, eating noodles while drawing a manuscript.

These few days I had a bit of fun with Mo Xiuchen. I went out every morning and went back to the hotel at night, and I would be squeezed by him once I got back to the hotel. I went to sleep when I was exhausted, and I didn't have time to draw.

The original plan was to draw a first draft within a few days, but nothing was drawn, so I had to rush now.

Mo Xiuchen cleaned up the noodles in the bowl in twos and twos, put the bowl on the coffee table, raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Yiyi, and saw her with her head down, her face serious about the drawing, and her small ruddy mouth moving and chewing Face to face...

His eyes couldn't help but slightly darken.

Wen Yiyi was so absorbed in painting that she didn't notice that he was staring at her.

One afternoon, both of them were in the living room, the one who read the documents read the documents, the sketches were drawn, and neither of them spoke, breaking the silence.

It wasn't until eight o'clock in the evening that Wen Yiyi finished drawing a first draft of the ring.

She put down the pen, rubbed her sore wrist, took a look at the drawing, and saw that there was nothing dissatisfied, then took a look at the phone, and found that it was already eight o'clock.

(End of this chapter)