He immediately looked over and saw Yan Liheng smiling broadly, like a male cat in heat, "Okay, I'll let you know in advance when the time comes."
Yan Liheng was in a good mood. He stood up with his mobile phone in hand. Before leaving, he did not forget to urge him, "Shaocheng, please move faster. Take your time."
Mo Shaocheng was absent-minded all day long. During the afternoon meeting, he scolded every senior executive. Everyone in the company was in panic, and they didn't know where they had offended this big boss.
After get off work, Mo Shaocheng had agreed to have dinner with Jiang Lige, and the two left the office building together. She asked expectantly, "Shaocheng, let's go eat Cantonese food tonight."
Mo Shaocheng was not interested, even cold, "I'll take you back first. I have something to deal with tonight."
As his secretary, she knew everything about his schedule, so why didn't she know what other entertainment he had in the evening?
Jiang Lige didn't dare to push him too hard and didn't make it clear. She said considerately, "Well, if you have something to do, go and do it. By the way, Shaocheng, I want to treat Manman to a meal. You can choose one in a few days." Time, let’s treat her to a meal together, just think of it as me thanking her for taking care of Ze Qian over the years, what do you think?”
Mo Shaocheng didn't hear it at all and nodded perfunctorily, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Going back from Jiang Lige, he instinctively speeded up and almost ran a red light.
He felt that he was really crazy because the scene in Mo Shaocheng's mind turned out to be the scene of her and Yan Liheng having a candlelight dinner.
Speeding all the way and finally reaching home.
Mo Shaocheng came back suddenly. As soon as he walked in the door without saying a word, he asked, "Where's the wife? Is the wife at home?"
The servant was confused by his question, "My wife is at home. I just had dinner with the young master and they were building blocks. Is there anything you can do to see your wife?"
He breathed a sigh of relief and changed out of his shoes, "It's okay, just asking."
Going up the stairs, Mo Shaocheng walked into the toy house, and sure enough he saw Shen Manman and Ze Qian playing around, laughing and laughing, making one and the other very happy.
For a moment, Mo Shaocheng actually had an idea, that is, it would be great if Zeqian was Shen Manman's child.
"Mom, it's dad who's back."
Zeqian saw Mo Shaocheng first and pointed in his direction excitedly and shouted.
Shen Manman turned around and saw Mo Shaocheng's tall figure and that handsome and extraordinary face.
"Are you back? Have you eaten? If not, can Aunt Zhang prepare something for you?" she asked thoughtfully.
However, Mo Shaocheng felt uncomfortable because this woman had habitually not waited for him to come back for dinner.
"Um."
After answering softly, he took off his slippers and walked in, sat down next to the child, and held him in his arms, "Is Ze Qian building a castle?"
The little guy excitedly showed him his result, "Yes, this is the castle for mom, dad and the baby. It's very big."
"Ze Qian is great." Mo Shaocheng praised his son without hesitation. A few seconds later, his eyes fell on Shen Manman again, "Mom is great too."
She was thin-skinned, and her cheeks turned red at this moment, and she was too embarrassed to look away.
After spending a few minutes with the child, Aunt Zhang took the child to take a bath. Zeqian went to bed early and would definitely fall asleep before nine o'clock.
Mo Shaocheng had no appetite, so he simply took a few bites and then put it down.
He left the restaurant and turned to the living room. As soon as he walked over, he saw Shen Manman playing with her mobile phone, looking at gestures, and most likely typing.
Whose message should I reply to?
Yan Liheng’s?
He frowned, stepped forward, and sat next to Shen Manman unexpectedly, startling her.
"Whose message are you replying to?" Mo Shaocheng asked.
"Oh, it's from a friend." After replying to the message, she put down the phone and just sat there solemnly.
A friend? She has been a housewife for so many years. How come he doesn't know what friends she has?
It seems that his guess is right.
The beautiful long eyebrows became a little tighter, "Did you buy a new mobile phone?"
"Ah, yes. The new one I bought today, is it better looking than the previous one?"
The pure and awkward chat was mainly because Shen Manman felt that something was wrong with Mo Shaocheng and the tone of his words was also weird. She had to ramble on.
Is he still angry because he was asked to find the lady last night?
"It still looks good as before, but this phone is too ugly."
"...Oh." Shen Manman couldn't stand it anymore. Shen Manman decided to leave, otherwise she would die of embarrassment. "I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay, I'll go upstairs with you. I just have something to ask you. Let's go."
Mo Shaocheng got up first and took two steps forward. He found that Shen Manman didn't move at all, "What? Do you need me to hold you?"
"without……"
Shen Manman suddenly stood up and followed her.
He suddenly stopped and Shen Manman accidentally bumped into his strong back, causing her nose to hurt.
Mo Shaocheng quickly turned around, "Why are you so careless? Forget it, I'll carry you upstairs."
The action man's execution was so quick. Mo Shaocheng bent down and picked her up in the air. She was as light as a feather. Only today did he realize that Shen Manman was so thin.
Shen Manman's face turned red to her ears, "Shaocheng, I'm fine, please let me down."
"What are you being pretentious about? Shen Manman, even if we get divorced, we are still family members, and I will not ignore your affairs. Do you understand?"
Family? This was the first time she felt that family could be a derogatory term. She particularly disliked this term.
"Yeah, I got it."
Mo Shaocheng climbed the steps steadily step by step, and finally reached the bedroom. He put Shen Manman on the sofa. But he had no intention of leaving.
Her palms were placed on the back of the sofa, and her two arms were wrapped around her thin body, forming a small closed circle with a full sense of oppression.
Shen Manman looked at him, extremely nervous.
Mo Shaocheng suddenly said, "Since you know, why did you rather go to the police than tell me immediately if that kind of accident happened?"
He, he knew everything?
Shen Manman's eyes widened, "Did Yan Liheng tell you?"
"My wife was wronged. I found out about it not from my wife, but from another man's mouth. Shen Manman, am I a failure in life?"
Mo Shaocheng was angry, mainly because of himself.
He couldn't understand why Shen Manman didn't want to tell her. If she had told him last night, he might have been caught by now.
"I didn't succeed, so I didn't bother you."
She clenched her palms tightly, and a layer of dense sweat formed on her forehead.
After Mo Shaocheng heard her explanation, he might as well not say anything, "I'm not afraid of trouble, Shen Manman, I am your husband, and I will satisfy any of your requests."
