Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

Wen Wan felt that if she pampered him any more, her clothes would be stripped off, so she quickly pulled over and stopped, and angrily said: "Shen Moling, are you done? Didn't you touch enough in the office just now?"

"My wife, how do you know I haven't touched enough? There are so many people here, you find a remote place to stop." He said with a playful smile.

Wen Wan looked at his cold and handsome face and now has a lack of virtue, and couldn't help but feel sad for the countless female animals who were bewitched by him.

"I don't care, just stop here, you stay by yourself, I'm going down to get some air!" Wen Wan angrily opened the door and got off the car, and walked towards the snack street across the road.

Shen Moling has never been in such a messy and crowded place, although he didn't want to go, but his wife had to follow if he didn't follow in front, so he had to bite the bullet and ran behind Wen Wan, chasing after her.

"Would you like to go ahead and have something to eat?" Wen Wan pointed to a ramen stall not far away.

Shen Moling frowned: "...not clean, go back and let the chef do it."

He is a clean freak, let him eat in this kind of place, it is better to let him starve to death.

"Boss Shen, you can go back and eat the chef's handicrafts. I like this place." After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran, came to the booth and said loudly, "Boss, I want noodles with fried sauce and chicken wings."

"Okay!" The chubby boss agreed with a smile on his face, while not forgetting the work in hand, "Young girl hasn't come for a long time?"

"Well, I've been busy recently." Wen Wan nodded and sat down casually.

"Last time you said you were going to start a company, did you start it?" the boss asked casually.

"Opened, just opened."

"Is business good?"

"It's just started, it's not very good yet."

"Oh, you're just a girl. If you're a man, you can do catering with me. The business is easy and the investment is not big." The boss said carelessly.

"What's wrong with the girl? I'll come here to be your waiter when my company can't continue!" Wen Wan said with a smile.

"Hey, are you serious? If you really come to my place, the customers will not rush, hahahaha..." The boss laughed from ear to ear.

"Wife..." Shen Moling walked up to Wen Wan and sat down with a face of forbearance, "Let's go back and eat?"

"You have to do it yourself, anyway, I like to eat the noodles from the boss's house." Wen Wan deliberately said in a pissed off manner.

"I was wrong, I won't touch you anymore, okay?" Shen Moling persuaded with kind words.

"It's late!" Wen Wan rolled her eyes at him.

"Girl, this is your boyfriend, right? He is really a good-looking talent, and he really matches you." The boss praised with a smile.

Wen Wan was ashamed, and said disdainfully: "He is not my boyfriend."

The boss hasn't had time to speak yet...

"It's husband." Shen Moling immediately took the words with a dark face.

"Hehe, young man, this girl is not bad, you are really blessed." Seeing his displeasure, the boss calmed down in embarrassment, "Won't girl want a bowl for your husband?"

"He thinks..."

"Same as her." Shen Moling interrupted Wen Wan's words before she could finish. With a cold face, he bravely ordered a bowl of noodles with fried sauce and chicken wings.

Two bowls of noodles came, Wen Wan took garlic, poured chili and vinegar, and ate happily, but Shen Moling held disposable chopsticks like a statue, did not move for a long time, but stared at the bowl of noodles with fear in his eyes , as if staring at a bowl of poison.

Wen Wan poked her nose, thinking: If you don’t dare to eat it, don’t slap your face swollen and look fat. Wouldn’t it be a waste of food if you don’t eat it if you want it?