Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

The grievance in Shen Moling's heart is self-evident, just looking at his darkened face is enough to prove that he has lost face so much.

In order to avoid suffering, Jenny hurriedly took the chefs away quietly, leaving the boss inside alone.

Wen Wan and Ye Chenxi left the company and went directly to a western-style restaurant, but Wen Wan was still silently worried about whether her office would be demolished by Shen Moling when she returned.

"Wan'er?" Ye Chenxi called her several times but there was no response, so she could only shake her hand.

Wen Wan reacted and smiled awkwardly at the waiter and said, "I can order anything!"

The waiter said gently: "Miss, your boyfriend has already ordered for you, I just want to ask how well done your steak is?"

"Six points is fine, thank you." Wen Wan smiled embarrassedly.

Why are you still thinking about the office when you've already come out? I'm afraid it will make Chen Xi unhappy.

"What's the matter with you?" Seeing that she was absent-minded, Ye Chenxi asked with concern.

"I'm fine, but the company has a lot of things to do and I'm always distracted." Wen Wan smiled perfunctorily, just trying to cover up the fact that she was thinking about Shen Moling.

"Oh." Ye Chenxi didn't poke her, and said tentatively, "Don't go back to work later, that person will disturb you, why don't you come with me to Qiu's house to meet Mr. Qiu."

"I won't go, right? He is your godfather, is it appropriate for me to go?" Wen Wan declined.

"You are my future wife. It's too late to go with me, Mr. Qiu is happy, don't you want to?" Ye Chenxi asked.

"..." Wen Wan's face was slightly cold, a little pale, she looked at him in embarrassment, hesitated before speaking, "Chenxi, I think I made it very clear, we..."

"Wan'er." He interrupted her in a hurry, afraid of hearing her continue, "I won't force you if you don't want to go, go back to take a nap after dinner, and return to the company after that guy leaves ,OK?"

Wen Wan was stunned, so she nodded in silence, not knowing what to say, let alone what to say.

The meal was extremely quiet, after the meal Wen Wan still insisted on going back to the company to deal with things, because she was too busy to waste time.

Wen Wan pushed the door open and walked in. The office was empty and there was no one there. She was relieved. Fortunately, Shen Moling had left. Thinking about it too, how could he stay with his temper.

As soon as he stepped into the room and closed the door, he was suddenly hugged from behind, and then squeezed against the door.

Leaning against the door, Wen Wan stared in amazement with her hands propped on the door panel. Shen Moling brought her a wall-knuckle, frowned and asked angrily, "You're sick, scare me!"

His face was as cold as dead ashes, a pair of sharp deep eyes pierced her like silver needles, and his deep voice came to his ears: "Do you dare to leave me to eat with other men?"

Wen Wan wanted to push him away, but his chest was as hard as a steel plate, no matter how hard he tried, he didn't move at all, at such a close distance, she was almost suffocated due to the oppression.

The hormonal breaths of the two gradually mixed together and penetrated into each other's breath, and Wen Wan's embarrassment occurred again. He turned his face aside and said loudly: "Shen Moling, get up quickly, I still have a lot of work..."

"How dare you leave your man behind and run to eat? I'm still hungry!" He ignored her protest and continued to blame.

Wen Wan was ashamed, feeling the danger, thinking that a good woman would not suffer from the immediate loss, so she quickly smiled with her face: "Then Mr. Shen, why don't you go to dinner soon?"

"I don't want to eat!"

"Then what do you want to eat?" Wen Wan wanted him to eat papa, but she didn't dare to say it out.

"Eat you!" He said coldly.