Even the good-tempered Shen Manman couldn't stand it anymore, "Mo Shaocheng, are you a pervert?"
He laughed, and Mo Shaocheng's mood improved inexplicably when he saw her angry face.
"It shouldn't count, because I only do this to you."
Simply, Shen Manman was so angry that she stopped talking. After glaring at him, her whole face turned towards the direction of the window.
The annual jewelry exhibition is not a display cabinet in the traditional sense. This exhibition is worn by the world's top models in person and displayed to the public on the catwalk.
Shen Manman was invited because the "Rebirth" model she designed was also at this exhibition.
She was placed in the VIP seat, the row closest to the catwalk.
As for Mo Shaocheng, she didn't know how he got into a position and was still next to her.
At the beginning of the catwalk, Mo Shaocheng was not interested in other jewelry, but after the appearance of "Rebirth", his eyes lit up.
"The reason I went to the 'Rebirth' press conference was because I wanted to buy it for you as a gift for your third wedding anniversary. I didn't expect you to be a designer."
The sound was not loud, but the volume was enough for Shen Manman to hear clearly.
She was slightly stunned, surprised, because she had always thought that he would go that day to choose jewelry for Jiang Lige.
"Shen Manman, you surprise me."
For three years, she had devoted everything she had to this family just to get his approval.
Unexpectedly, when she decided to be herself, he suddenly recognized her.
It's a little funny and a little sad when I think about it.
After quietly watching a jewelry show, Shen Manman and Mo Shaocheng left together.
At this time, a large number of reporters have been waiting outside the door for a long time. As a well-known designer, Shen Manman will naturally have people come to interview.
"Miss Fiona, may I ask why you left the design world three years ago, and what made you come back three years later?"
"There are rumors that you left because you were kept by a wealthy businessman. Is this true?"
Shen Manman has always been a mystery. Reporters are everywhere interested in her, and she is definitely more topical than those veteran designers.
If the style of painting deviates, there will be more curious questions.
"Miss Fiona, is the man next to you your new financial sponsor? Can you introduce him to us?"
She was not prepared for the questioning, mainly because she did not expect their questions to be so sharp.
She frowned and said, "If you are interested in my designs, you are welcome to ask questions, but if you are interested in my private life, then I am really sorry and I cannot accompany you. Please give way."
Mo Shaocheng stood beside her. He never spoke. In fact, he just wanted her to disclose his identity to her face.
Who is the sponsor? He is obviously the real owner.
But what does she mean?
Would rather be bombarded than admit his identity?
Mo Shaocheng was depressed and had a cold face.
Okay, if she doesn't admit it, why not allow him to say it himself?
Just as she was about to put her hand on her waist, Shen Manman's phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was a call from the nurse responsible for taking care of Shen Jiacheng at the nursing home.
My heart skipped a beat, and I had a bad feeling.
"Hey, Uncle Wang."
Not knowing what was said on the phone, Shen Manman seemed dumbfounded on the spot. A second later, a stream of tears fell down without even having time to linger in her eyes.
"Okay, I'll go there immediately."
She was like a headless fly, unable to tell the difference between east, west, north and south, bumping around in circles.
There were still reporters' noisy voices in their ears. Suddenly, Shen Manman shouted loudly, "Shut up, can you guys stop arguing? Whether I'm being kept or dumped, what does it have to do with you? Get out of the way. I get out of the way."
His scarlet eyes were watery, and the reporters were startled and immediately shut up.
Shen Manman didn't care and just squeezed his way out of the crowd, followed by Mo Shaocheng.
"What happened?"
She didn't say a word, but her pace became faster and faster.
Mo Shaocheng was worried and stretched out his hand to hold her back, "Shen Manman, tell me what happened and we can find a solution together."
Holding her shoulders, she could clearly feel her trembling.
I saw Shen Manman's tears falling down and she couldn't hold them back. She choked and said, "My dad has a heart attack and is being treated in the hospital."
Mo Shaocheng didn't react for a moment, and the next second he immediately called his secretary, "No matter what method you use, book me two tickets to City H, the nearest flight."
Then, he took Shen Manman's hand and said, "Let's go to the airport."
At this time, any extra second of delay may become a lifelong regret.
Before I returned to the hotel, I had my ID card and passport with me, and everything else was secondary.
On the way, the secretary told Mo Shaocheng the flight information. There would be one in an hour. If he missed it, he would have to wait another three days.
I hurriedly hurriedly and hurriedly, but fortunately I caught the plane.
After getting on the plane, Shen Manman was still thinking that if Mo Shaocheng hadn't been there, it wouldn't have been so easy to board the plane smoothly with her poor English.
Fortunately, he is here.
Economy class is the seat with the smallest space on the entire passenger plane. Mo Shaocheng sat in economy class for the first time in his life.
His first feeling was similar to the Spring Festival travel scenes on TV. From the moment he came up, his brows never relaxed.
Shen Manman's mood was not as panicked as when she first learned the news, and she was also aware of Mo Shaocheng's mood.
"Actually, you don't have to get on the plane with me."
"You want to leave me and go back alone again?" Mo Shaocheng felt uncomfortable no matter how he put his long legs. He adjusted several times, "You are willing, but dad is not willing yet."
To be honest, as a husband he is incompetent, but as a son-in-law, Mo Shaocheng is still very good.
He took her hand and put it on his long leg, "Is it okay? Dad and I have their own destiny, and everything will be fine."
Shen Manman just looked at him like this, looking at him deeply.
It turns out that when he wants to be gentle, he can be so kind to a woman.
"Thanks."
"Okay, you can sleep on my shoulder for a while. Have a good sleep. You'll be there soon. Be obedient."
Shen Manman was really tired, but she couldn't sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes, she would think of Shen Jiacheng lying in the operation.
"I can't sleep."
"Since we can't sleep, let's talk about our future." Mo Shaocheng didn't want her to think wildly and changed the subject, "Let's have a child. We can have more. We can afford to raise them anyway. Do you prefer a boy or a girl? "
Shen Manman took out her hand and said, "Who wants to have a child with you?"
"You, you are my wife, if you don't give birth to me a child, who will? Besides, don't you want Zeqian to have a younger brother or sister?"
