President Daddy is too powerful

He let her go for too long, too long. This time, he won't let her go anyway.

These two days, he followed Shen ruoqing to the place where they first met. Later, Shen ruoqing went to the birthday banquet, and he walked through other places himself.

He has never forgotten those memories. I believe Shen ruoqing is the same. He dare not forget, let alone forget.

"But in the eyes of the world, I am." Shen ruoqing knows that those were more than 20 years ago, and she was willing to do so at the beginning. Now, complaining in front of Mo Shuhong is really unreasonable.

But in her life, Shen ruoqing is reasonable in front of anyone. Only in front of Mo Shuhong, she will involuntarily act recklessly. She doesn't know why she always does this. She wants to restrain, but she can't restrain.

It seems that in front of him, he is mischievous, capricious and coquettish. He doesn't have to learn anywhere at all. It seems that he is born.

"Well, I know, I know I owe you a lot, Xiaoqing. Give me time and let me pay you back slowly, okay?" Mo Shuhong suddenly became gentle, as if they had returned to the past.

"... no, let me go first." Shen ruoqing struggled again, but he still couldn't take his hand back from Mo Shuhong's palm. Shen ruoqing was helpless. "Mr. Mo, you are a man with a wife. You're here with me in the middle of the night. The impact is really bad, do you understand?"

"I'm about to divorce. Let me pay back your wonton first. In the future, I'll pay off other debts in the rest of my life. I know I can't pay off what I owe you in this life. I'll book it in the next life."

With that, Mo Shuhong closed the door and took her to the elevator.

Shen ruoqing has been muddled. After hearing that Mo Shuhong said he was about to divorce.

Later, she didn't know how she followed Mo Shuhong. She didn't wake up until she sat in someone else's wonton shop.

Mo Shuhong got up and ordered two bowls of wonton with onion and garlic without coriander. Then he went and sat opposite Shen ruoqing.

After a while, the landlady brought two bowls of wonton cooked according to Mo Shuhong's requirements. The landlady recognized Shen ruoqing at once, but Shen ruoqing looked dull and didn't know what she was thinking. She didn't mean to say hello.

Seeing wonton, Shen Ruo Qingmu put it in his mouth. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. Last night, she came to eat, but she felt that the taste was obviously different from that in the past. However, she wanted to change the boss, but Chu Qiusheng told her today that she didn't change the boss, but that the boss's son and daughter-in-law inherited the store. The taste shouldn't be so bad.

The bowl as like as two peas won't taste like the past, but it is the smell of her memory.

"What's the matter? What's wrong?" Mo Shuhong found the subtle change of Shen ruoqing and put down his chopsticks. Can it be said that Shen ruoqing's taste has changed and she is not satisfied with the bowl he ordered for her?

"The taste of this bowl of wonton is much worse than that of last night." Shen ruoqing said. However, it is exactly the same as the taste in her memory. But before the second half of the sentence is said, the landlady took a small plate of coriander. "Last night you ate coriander, and tonight the first one didn't have coriander. Here, I'll prepare it for you."

The landlady is warm and hospitable, especially Shen ruoqing. She came again tonight and brought someone.

"She doesn't want coriander, thank you." it's not Shen ruoqing who refuses the boss's enthusiasm, but Mo Shuhong.