Addicted to Love: I Picked Up a Husband

"Honey, are you busy?" Ning Huaihuai's voice is very sweet. If Liu Muran hears it, his sweet teeth will fall.

"No, why not?" Xie Tangfeng is actually very busy. He is signing, and Mo Yan is standing beside him.

"Stay. It's OK. I miss you. I'll give you a call. I'll finally meet you tomorrow. I agreed to pick me up." Ning Huaihuai is like a coquettish little girl.

"You don't have to remind me. I remember it clearly."

"You are so busy, not afraid you forget." At this time, a knock came, the voice is not big, can not reach the end of the phone, "well, honey, don't disturb you, see you tomorrow."

"Well. I miss you Xie Tangfeng said generously.

Liu Muran was the only one who knocked at the door.

Ning Huaihuai is disturbed and intimate with her husband. She must be unhappy. When she opens the door, she doesn't smile at all.

"Let's go and eat. Don't you eat?" Liu Muran said without expression.

"I forgot. Let's go." Ning Huaihuai looked at his watch and walked out of the bedroom.

Mo Yan stood beside Xie Tangfeng waiting for him to sign. When she heard that Xie Tangfeng was so sweet, she felt sad. She didn't know what the sour thing was. She just felt uncomfortable.

She and Xie Tangfeng's relationship, originally not jealous, but girls, may be like to be jealous.

Even mother-in-law can be jealous of her daughter-in-law. There are many relationships that can be jealous.

At the moment, she really wants to be Xie Tangfeng's girlfriend, rich, powerful and handsome. With such a boyfriend, everyone will look up at themselves.

It's said that what a woman looks like around a man determines his position in society. For women, the same holds true.

Xie Tangfeng finished his signature, his face showed a rare happy smile, "Xiao Mo, you let Wang Qiang choose flowers with you, and let Wang Qiang pick them tomorrow."

"Well." Mo Yan quickly agreed, and then turned to the door.

"Come here, by the way." It's a bit serious.

Mo Yan heard Xie always called, immediately go back, she listened to the voice a little strange, then looked at Xie Tangfeng, indeed the smile on the face is gone.

"Did you learn what I taught you yesterday?" Xie Tangfeng looked at Mo Yan endlessly, his eyes were particularly sharp.

Mo Yan compared this expression with the expression when he just received the phone. It was just the difference between heaven and earth. He was a little afraid. He bowed his head and said, "I've learned."

"I've learned how to speak in a low voice. Speak in a high voice." Xie Tangfeng's tone of command.

"I learned." Mo Yan accentuated the tone, compared with just now, the voice is really loud a lot.

"Well. I tell you that in the future, you must have self-confidence in your speech, keep your back straight and say whatever you want. Don't be shy. " Xie Tangfeng is teaching Mo Yan a lesson.

Mo Yan listen to his lesson, in the heart is not taste, she doesn't want to be said so. Fortunately, there was no one else at the scene. It was even worse to be taught by him in front of others.

"Speak! Don't keep silent. "

"Remember, Mr. Xie." Mo Yan suddenly raised another octave.

"Go out. By the way, when choosing flowers, you must be optimistic and choose the most beautiful one."

"I see, Mr. Xie." Silently promised again.

Mo Yan walked out of the office in a low mood, more determined his position in his eyes, is a secretary to serve him.

When he taught himself a lesson, he didn't look like a friend he knew and asked himself to buy flowers for his wife.

"I'm almost his babysitter. I thought he could treat me as a friend. Don't be so paranoid. In the future, I will be one of his employees. I will never speak to him again, nor will I take the initiative to say useless things to him. " Mo Yan made up her mind to say nothing to Xie Tangfeng that had nothing to do with her work.

She found Wang Qiang and said to him with a smile: "brother Qiang, Mr. Xie asked us to choose a beautiful bouquet now and let you pick it up tomorrow and send it to his office."

Wang Qiang looked at Mo Yan with a childish face and nodded, "well, let's go."

Mo Yan wears middle heel shoes and follows Wang Qiang like a little girl.

Wang Qiang was a bit fierce and didn't laugh. He was a gangster when he was a child. Later, he almost lost his life, so he changed his ways and became a private bodyguard.

He is now nominally Xie Tangfeng's driver assistant, but he is also a bodyguard. He is so strong that you are afraid of three points when you see him.

Wang Qiang takes Mo Yan to the parking lot and looks at the cars in front of him. One is a Jaguar sports car and the other is a Maybach business car.

He stopped and looked at Mo Yan, "which car do you want to take?"

Mo Yan heard him suddenly speak, also a surprised, big eyes blink at him, said: "want to do that." She pointed to the Jaguar sports car.

Mo Yan is not interested in large cars and prefers sports cars.

"Let's go!" Wang Qiang is still serious.

Mo Yan sat on the co pilot's seat and looked at him curiously, "brother Qiang, are you free to drive the car of general manager Xie?" I still smile when I speak.

"Well, almost. As long as the car is free, I can drive whatever I want."

"That's good. I envy you. I don't even have a driver's license!" Mo Yan shriveled mouth, a look of regret.

"In the future society, almost everyone has to have a driver's license. If you want to learn, I'll help you find a driving school." Wang Qiang was born in a town and has no family background. Naturally, his speech is different from Xie Tangfeng's.

Mo Yan listened to his way of speaking, and felt very close, as if he were a fellow townsman.

"Well, when our company settles down for a few months, I'll take the driver's license test. I'll call you then. Won't you be bored?" Mo Yan looks at Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang did not turn his head to look at him, but focused on the front. He felt Mo Yan looking at him with Yu Guang, and her smile also appeared in his colleagues' mind.

"Yes, come to me any time." Wang Qiang said with full confidence.

Mo Yan smile, "that time, I can not be polite."

Two people to the florist, Mo Yan see so many flowers, can not help but praise: "really beautiful, good fragrance ah."

"What kind of flowers do you need, miss? I'll introduce you. " The clerk was very polite.

"I'll choose first." Mo Yan said to the shop assistant with a smile.

Mo Yan looked round and round, and Wang Qiang followed. When the shop assistant saw Wang Qiang's fierce expression, he was even more angry with Mo Yan.

Finally, Mo Yan chose the flowers himself and told the shop assistant that he would arrange a bunch of flowers according to the selection tomorrow.

The shop assistant nodded frequently to show that he had remembered.

"Let's go first." Mo Yan greeted the clerk with a smile on his face.

After entering the car, Mo Yan's smile is much less. Thinking of such beautiful flowers, he may not have a man to give them to him in his life, so he is a little disappointed.

Liu Muran and Ning Huaihuai are in the room, busy with their own work. Ning Huaihuai is working on the design, while Liu Muran is reading.

Of course, they are separated, one in the bedroom and the other in the living room.

Two people are also dry firewood, but they have no heart to think about those things, all put their mind on the work.

In their world view, a person's social status is greater than everything, and they do not place their feelings on people.