Exclusive wife, wealthy husband is too fierce

Chapter 181 Always Saying Strange Words
"I plan to knit it for my dad and my in-laws." Gong Wan'er said with a sweet face, "Of course, I will knit couple sweaters for Zhao Yun and I in the end."

Liu Beibei looked at Gong Wan'er unbearably, and sighed: "You actually want to knit a sweater! No wonder your in-laws like you so much, even a daughter can't do this!"

"You don't understand, it's because my in-laws treat me well that I have to treat them better." Thinking of Mo's mother, Gong Wan'er felt that if her mother was still alive, it should be the same, so she was also very close to Mo's mother .

"So, if you marry a wealthy family, you are the luckiest!" Liu Beibei sighed.

Gong Wan'er also agreed deeply, nodded, and asked tangledly, "What color do you think I should choose for my dad and my in-laws, the color is too bright, it's not good, and black doesn't look good..."

"I think men look good in black sweaters, and your father and your father-in-law are both old, and dark colors don't look fancy, but they look mature and masculine. As for your mother-in-law, of course elegant and noble women wear purple." The most suitable, but this is my opinion, you think about it yourself!"

Liu Beibei took hard photos for fashion magazines, so she can give some reliable opinions on matching.

Gong Wan'er thought about it, and felt that what Liu Beibei said was not bad, so she decided on the color. When she went to the counter and asked the salesperson, she bought wool yarn in three colors of black, gray and purple, and a set of knitting sweaters. The straight needles and loop needles used left the mall.

Liu Beibei glanced at his watch, it was almost three o'clock, and urged: "The time is almost up, let's go there quickly."

"it is good."

It was not the rush hour for commuting, so there was no traffic jam, and the two arrived at the photography exhibition hall before three o'clock.

After Liu Beibei and Gong Wan'er entered the exhibition hall, they saw that there were already many people in the exhibition hall. Liu Beibei whispered to Gong Wan'er: "This photography exhibition is initiated by the Photography Association. Several award-winning photographs."

Gong Wan'er was a little surprised, and asked curiously, "Then where did you get the ticket?"

It is not a photography exhibition hosted by the Photography Association and it is not open to the public. It is usually difficult to get tickets. Liu Beibei is not a member of the association, but she got two tickets. Of course Gong Wan'er will be surprised.

"It was given by my colleague. She doesn't want to go, and no one wants to give it away. I just saw it." Liu Beibei winked at Gong Wan'er, and said with a smile: "Look at how kind I am to you, I gave up my face to give it to you." You got tickets."

Gong Wan'er shook her head helplessly, and replied solemnly: "Then I really have nothing to repay, I can only promise with my body."

Liu Beibei showed panic, "Don't! Boss Mo heard what you said, and he probably wants to hunt me down!"

"It's not that exaggerated!" Gong Wan'er glared at Liu Beibei reproachfully.

"Beauty, if you can put away that tired expression on your face when you say that, maybe I will believe you, okay?" Liu Beibei rolled her eyes, her face full of lovelessness .

Gong Wan'er and Liu Beibei were talking in low voices, while admiring the photography exhibition in the exhibition hall, they didn't pay attention to the other people in the exhibition hall until they heard someone call her "Mrs. Mo".

Gong Wan'er looked up, and suddenly found that the person calling her was Chen Chen's wife Xue Qian, who unexpectedly met her again.

"Mrs. Chen, what a coincidence." Gong Wan'er was a little suspicious of Xue Qian because of Tianyi's contract, and felt that the meeting this time was too coincidental. She smiled and asked calmly, "Mrs. photography?"

"My son likes it. It just so happens that one of my uncles belongs to the Photography Association, so I got a ticket with him and brought my son over to have a look." Xue Qian smiled faintly, and looked at Chen Hao, who was not far away, who was seriously looking at the photography works.

Gong Wan'er was surprised when she saw Chen Hao who had turned around. There were bruises on the corners of Chen Hao's eyes, he must have hit something or was beaten.

She had some guesses in her heart, but she wasn't sure. Looking at Xue Qian's indifferent appearance, she felt a sense of suffocation in her heart. She didn't get a divorce after living like this, either because she loved Chen Chen so hard, or because of the child.

"Mrs. Chen is a good mother." Gong Wan'er felt that Xue Qian should be the latter.

"I just don't want him to be hurt any more." When Xue Qian spoke, her gaze was always on Chen Hao, her brows and eyes were soft, full of maternal brilliance.

Gong Wan'er didn't know what to say, so she smiled lightly.

Xue Qian didn't know what to think of, a sneer flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly said to Gong Wan'er: "Mrs. Mo should pay attention to the people around her."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Gong Wan'er's reaction and walked towards Chen Hao.

Gong Wan'er watched Xue Qian walk over, frowned slightly, and looked at Liu Beibei next to her with a puzzled expression, "What does she mean?"

Liu Beibei also felt baffled, and shook her head, "Go on and watch the exhibition."

Gong Wan'er nodded. After learning photography, she naturally really liked it. No one would bother her, so she took it very seriously.

This photography exhibition is considered internal, and the works displayed have been carefully selected. Although not every piece of work has won an award, both the techniques and the materials are exceptionally good. Gong Wan'er felt that she had learned a lot and gained some inspiration.

When he left the exhibition hall, it was already past the off-duty time, but before Mo Zhaoyun called, Gong Wan'er knew that he was going to work overtime again, so he was not in a hurry to break up with Liu Beibei.

"My husband is working overtime. I'll go to the company after dinner with you." Gong Wan'er took out her cell phone and called Mo Zhi while talking.

"Okay." Liu Beibei naturally responded.

After the call was connected, Gong Wan'er learned from Mo Zhi that Mo Zhaoyun hadn't eaten yet, so she was so angry that she hung up the phone and angrily ordered takeaway to send to the company to Mo Zhaoyun, and then sent a text message to tell Mo Zhaoyun Yun ordered takeaway for him, then threw his phone into his bag, ignoring Mo Zhaoyun.

Liu Beibei looked at Gong Wan'er's angry appearance, and smiled ambiguously, "Did Boss make you angry?"

"It's okay." Gong Wan'er snorted, and said, "I'm so busy with work that I don't even remember to eat. I only talked about him at noon, and in the afternoon, I started to lose my temper!"

"Being more and more a good wife and mother!" Liu Beibei looked at Gong Wan'er sympathetically, "Come on, I know there is a delicious Hunan restaurant nearby, I'll take you there to eat."

She dragged Gong Wan'er away, which made Gong Wan'er laugh so much, she joked: "I think you should stop being a fashionista, go to gourmet magazines is definitely more popular, how can there be delicious food, you are very knowledgeable. "

"It's different. Fashion is my hobby, and food is just a hobby." Liu Beibei replied sternly, suddenly thought of something, and asked in a low voice, "Are you and Boss Mo planning to have children in the near future?"

"There has been no movement." Gong Wan'er was a little sad. The two were usually very affectionate and did not take any defensive measures, but they did not get pregnant again after such a long time. She didn't say anything, but she was still quite anxious.

Liu Beibei knew what her best friend was thinking with just one glance, and comforted her softly: "What are you worried about? I've heard that some people are in good health, but they are just too nervous and want children too much. As a result, she couldn't conceive!"

"Although you were hospitalized before, your health is fine and you can still give birth. It must be because you think too much and are under too much pressure." Liu Beibei comforted Gong Wan'er: "Your parents-in-law didn't say anything, you just relax. I'm sure you'll be pregnant soon."

"I hope." Gong Wan'er knew that Liu Beibei was right, but she was a little worried, but she didn't know what she was worried about.

Arriving at the Sichuan restaurant that Liu Beibei mentioned, and ordered a few signature dishes, Gong Wan'er chatted and laughed with Liu Beibei as if nothing had happened, and parted ways after eating.

On the way to the company, Gong Wan'er bought two matcha cakes, and when she entered the office, Mo Zhaoyun was talking to Mo Zhi, and there was his leftover takeaway lunch box on the coffee table.

"Something happened temporarily, and several suppliers called to say that something happened, and they will be hosts to treat guests another day."

"Go and check all the suppliers that have cooperated with Mo's to see if anyone else has contacted them." Mo Zhaoyun snorted coldly, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

"Yes."

Mo Zhi nodded and left the office.

Mo Zhaoyun heard Gong Wan'er's footsteps, looked up at her, and showed a gentle smile, "How about the photography exhibition?"

"Not bad, they are all very powerful." Gong Wan'er praised sincerely.

Rubbing his stiff neck, Mo Zhaoyun got up, walked to the sofa and sat down, wrapped Gong Wan'er in his arms, and buried her neck, and said in a tired voice, "You will become more mature than them in the future." awesome."

"That's so difficult. Photography and painting are actually similar. You need to go out to sketch, walk around, and capture the beauty of a moment. I have a husband now, and I will be a mother in the future. How can I be willing to leave my husband behind?" The child goes out alone?" Gong Wan'er is aware of her own shortcomings, so she is also self-aware.

"You can shoot whatever you like." Mo Zhaoyun gently kissed Gong Wan'er on the collarbone.

Gong Wan'er felt itchy, pushed Mo Zhaoyun, and asked, "There is still a lot of work?"

"Not much more." Mo Zhaoyun's voice was a little hoarse, probably because he hadn't drank water for a long time, but it sounded a little sexy.

"Then finish it quickly, let's go home." Gong Wan'er urged, pushing Mo Zhaoyun up, and poured him a glass of water.

"Hey me." Mo Zhaoyun sat behind the desk with burning eyes.

Gong Wan'er was a little uncomfortable being looked at by Mo Zhaoyun, especially his fiery eyes, which invaded her senses inch by inch. The place Mo Zhaoyun looked at seemed to be on fire, which made Gong Wan'er a little scared , and some expectations.

"Wan'er..." Sitting like that, Mo Zhaoyun loosened his tie unhurriedly, a very casual movement, but he made an extreme temptation.

Gong Wan'er's eyes stared straight, she swallowed involuntarily, and her fingers tightened a little while holding the water glass.

"Huh?" Mo Zhaoyun raised his eyebrows slightly, and seemed to let out a doubtful sound from his throat, which was hoarse and deliberately seductive.

(End of this chapter)