Sweet wife is too sweet: Mr.Huo, you are so fierce

"What do you know? If you know, you should help your family now, not hang up! " Mo Weiping stared at Mo Xiaoman angrily. "You used to say that you wanted to repay me. That's how you repay me?"

Seeing that Mo Xiaoman doesn't speak, Mo Weiping still expects her to help him connect with Huo. It's OK to knock her a little, but you can't force her too hard, otherwise her stubborn temper will come up, and even he can't help it. So he softened his tone and said, "Xiaoman, my second uncle hasn't asked you anything these years. This time you divorced Yu Hao, it's really embarrassing for my second uncle. Will you help my second uncle this time?"

Each time I hit a jujube, Wen Yan said softly, Mo Xiaoman would compromise, but this time her reaction was much more than Mo Weiping expected!

Mo Xiaoman hung his eyes, still the expression that makes people angry at a glance, and whispered, "anything else can be done. I won't do this."

Although there was no momentum, there was no doubt about her determination.

As soon as Mo Weiping heard this, he was so angry that he slapped his hands. But when he thought of Huo Cang, he finally slapped his hands on the table. Regardless of the sight cast around him, he pointed to Mo Xiaoman and scolded: "I can see clearly today. You are a white eyed Wolf. I have raised you for so many years!"

In order to make Mo Xiaoman obedient, he bowed several times, but he didn't expect that Mo Xiaoman didn't eat hard and soft this time. He couldn't hang on his face, was angry, and immediately brushed his sleeve and left.

Mo Xiaoman called him slowly behind him: "second uncle."

Mo Weiping was so happy that she thought she had changed her mind. She stopped and snorted coldly, waiting for Mo Xiaoman to come up and apologize to him.

Mo Xiaoman is right to follow up, but she came to return the gift with a submissive and informed look: "I'm very happy that my second uncle can remember my birthday. I don't usually wear jewelry. I'd better give it to Mo Qinghuan. Thank you, second uncle."

Mo Weiping was so angry that his face was twisted. He took the bag and hit her directly. He snorted heavily and strode away!

Mo Xiaoman picked up things from the ground in all kinds of looking, and planned to send them back to Mo's house. Otherwise, with Zhou Li's temper, he would have to write a chapter on this matter again.

From the very beginning, when she arrived at Mo's house and was warned by Mo Qinghuan, she knew that she was different from Mo Qinghuan.

She learned to endure, to tolerate, to quarrel with them and not to care, but she still cares a little.

She also knows that Mo Weiping only wants to use her now and has no feelings, but his eating appearance is too ugly.

Wen Yao answered the phone and was about to return to the box. He inadvertently saw a woman standing in the corridor by the window and was stunned.

The setting sun was in full swing, and came in from the floor to ceiling window of the restaurant. In the red light, Mo Xiaoman stood by the window with his head hanging slightly. The shadow at his feet was slender and thin, with a trace of unspeakable sadness and loneliness. It was like a forgotten painting, which suddenly unfolded in front of Wen Yao and surprised his sight.

Without thinking, he had walked towards the figure.

"Miss Mo?"

A gentle voice sounded behind him. Mo Xiaoman recovered from his stupor. Looking back, he saw a casual Wen Yao walking on the sunset. The warm smile on his face seemed to be stained with different temperature by the light of the sunset.

Mo Xiaoman was slightly surprised: "Mr. Wen?"

Wen Yao came over and said, "what a coincidence, are you eating here too? Alone? "

"No, with my second uncle." Seeing Wen Yao looking at the food that hasn't been moved, she didn't know if he saw the dispute between her and Mo Weiping. She was a little embarrassed, "my second uncle has something urgent to go first, and I also..."

"Well, are you alone now? Just in time, I came alone. Do you mind if I take advantage? " Wen Yao pointed to her table and joked, "you are so small, you can't eat so much."

Before Mo Xiaoman refused, he sat down and asked the waiter to bring a set of clean tableware. Seeing that Mo Xiaoman was still standing, he couldn't help but eyebrow and smile: "don't stand, sit down quickly. Is it true that I'm afraid I won't give money for nothing? Don't worry, I won't occupy you. Please come back for this meal, and I'll invite you back for the next one. Can you? "

"No, no, I didn't mean that." Mo Xiaoman hurriedly sat down and saw that he looked at the bag in his hand and smiled, "my second uncle left in a hurry and forgot to take things."

Wen Yao smiled and cut off the topic.

Around 7:30, Huo Cang took Mr. Yu to the restaurant.

Mr. Yu smiled happily: "young master Huo personally invited me to dinner. I'm really flattered. Brother Tang is really unkind and doesn't tell me that Mr. Huo is coming in advance."

Tang Yelian said yes, and Huo Cang said, "yes."

The three of them were walking towards the door of the restaurant with greetings all the way. Suddenly Huo Cang stepped forward. He walked in the front, and Yu and Tang Ye could detect his every move.

President Yu didn't know why: "what's the matter, master Huo?"

Tang Ye looked down Huo Cang's line of sight and saw Wen Yao send Mo Xiaoman on the bus by the roadside. He was slightly frightened.

Look at the two people talking and laughing. It seems that they are still very familiar? Mo Xiaoman actually knows the young master of the Wen family?

His heart thudded and looked at Huo Cang again. The latter had taken back his eyes, but Tang Ye obviously felt the sudden drop of air pressure around him.

Huo Cang said, "it's all right."

So what she said was to have dinner with Wen Yao?

He thought she was as calm as the surface. Unexpectedly, it was all appearances. She avoided herself, but smiled sweetly at Wen Yao.

That sweet smile made him have the impulse to rush over and tear the smile off her face.

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On Mo Xiaoman's way back, the client returned the gift given to her by Mo Weiping to Mo's house.

As soon as she got off the bus, she saw a man standing under a roadside tree more than ten meters away. She just glanced at her at will. When she saw who it was, she suddenly froze!

Standing under the tree, Yu Hao also saw her, hesitated and strode over.

Mo Xiaoman was in a panic. He quickly bowed his head and wanted to pretend that he didn't see anything. He turned and left. He took a few steps. Yu Hao grabbed his arm: "Mo Xiaoman!"

The arm he pulled was like burning. Mo Xiaoman shook off his hand, stepped back for several steps, and said, "what are you doing?"

Yu Hao opened his mouth. He had always thought that he didn't marry Mo Qinghuan was a hindrance to the crowd. He had always ignored or satirized. At this time, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

He didn't know what he was doing here. Since he knew the truth of the original incident, his heart had been like pressing something. Especially when he came home and saw the cold and dusty house, he couldn't help thinking of Mo Xiaoman.