I Secretly Got Married To a Super Boss

  Chapter 1707: Isn’t it a bit too perfunctory?

"What's better than a show that makes my baby suffer?" Mo Yesi took her hand and held her soft and white hand in his palm, "I can't bear to let you suffer in the show. If you want to participate I can help you find a variety show with good ratings. You still recommend this variety show.”

"But, I really want to go, and I don't think it's okay." Qiao Mianmian was unwilling to refuse, "I think it's interesting to experience a different life occasionally. I've watched this program before, and I think going to the countryside It’s really interesting to experience life.”

  “And relying on the living expenses earned through one’s own labor will give me a sense of accomplishment.”

 “Mo Yesi, I really want to go.”

 “Just let me go, okay!”

 “I promise to take care of myself.”

Qiao Mianmian held Mo Yesi's arm and shook it, as if if he didn't agree, she would keep shaking it like this until he agreed.

 Mo Yesi: “…”

“Mo Yesi, please let me go, okay? Husband, I know you are the best, I really want to go, please let me go.”

Qiao Mianmian shook for almost a minute, and Mo Yesi was so worn down by her that he couldn't help it, and finally he had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Qiao Mianmian jumped up happily, jumped to his side again, hugged his neck, lowered her head and kissed his handsome face twice: "I know you are the best husband, so I will give it to Sister Xie now." Call her and tell her I’m going to attend that show.”

 The two have been separated for some time.

During the wedding period, Mo Yesi was a perfectly normal man. They all said that a long break was better than a wedding, and it was no exception when it came to him.

He stretched out his hand and pulled Qiao Mianmian into his arms, held her chin and moved closer to her, his voice lowered: "Baby, is this your gratitude? Isn't it too perfunctory?"

 Qiao Mianmian raised her eyes and met the man's thick, dark eyes, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Her face was a little hot, she bit her lip and said softly, "Then how else do you want me to thank you?"

Mo Yesi’s eyes darkened and he didn’t say a word. He picked her up in his arms.

 Turn around and walk upstairs.

Qiao Mianmian looked at the table of untouched food and became a little anxious: "Mo Yesi, dinner..."

 “There’s no rush, we have more important things to do.”

   *

 The next day, Qiao Mianmian slept until after two o'clock in the afternoon before getting up from the bed.

After washing, she was so hungry that she dragged her limp body downstairs.

Ryan immediately had lunch prepared for her, and Qiao Mianmian ate the usual portion for two by herself before finally filling her stomach.

Ryan stood aside, a little surprised to see her, a delicate and frail girl, eating so much by herself.

 It seems that a little separation is better than a wedding.

 “Young madam, are you full? Do you want me to let the kitchen go again...”

 “No, I’m full!”

 Qiao Mianmian picked up a napkin and wiped her lips. She touched her bulging belly, stood up and said, "Make me a cup of tea, I'll eat something."

 “Okay, I’ll go prepare it for you right away.”

Ryan left quickly, and several maids came over to clean up the table.

 (End of this chapter)