Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

After dinner, the two walked hand in hand in the garden, watching Youyou chasing fireflies under the street lights, the two looked at each other and smiled, that's what the so-called good times are like.

Sitting down at the open-air round table, Su Yan brought a fruit plate and refreshments. Although he had just eaten, he still couldn't resist the temptation of these brightly colored fruits. He reached out to take it, but was stopped by Shen Moling. He picked up the fruit plate and turned away .

Wen Wan stared at his back, and said angrily: "I haven't eaten yet, so why take it away!"

Su Yan stepped forward and pushed the black tea to her, and said, "Sir, you are afraid that the fruit will be cold."

Holding the teacup with downcast eyes, Wen Wan said with a smile, "He's making too much of a fuss, he can't even eat fruit?"

Su Yan said sincerely, "Mr. is so kind to Madam."

"What's wrong? You didn't see him when he bullied me." Although Wen Wan said so, there was a warm smile in her eyes.

"I've never seen such a gentle gentleman." Su Yan seemed to recall the past, his eyes were a little empty.

Wen Wan was suddenly curious, and asked again: "What was Shen Moling like before?"

Su Yan didn't speak, but his expression changed a lot, and he took a step back.

Shen Moling came over with a glass of mixed fruit juice, sat opposite Wen Wan and handed the glass to her.

"You can't eat it cold, I squeezed it into warm juice for you."

"Thank you." She held a warm cup and asked with a smile, "Honey, did you know how to take care of women before? No wonder Lin Xi likes you so much."

Shen Moling frowned and glared at her: "Nonsense, I seldom care about her, just you."

Gently and triumphantly, he sipped the juice and said, "It tastes really good. By the way, husband, have you ever dated other women besides Lin Xi?"

"What about you?" he asked back.

Gentle and straightforward: "You don't know me? You are my first love."

A trace of satisfaction flashed in Shen Moling's eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up: "Me too."

"Pfft—" Wen Wan spat out, staring in disbelief: "Are you lying?"

"No." He took out a tissue to wipe her mouth.

"Can you have no women around you? I don't believe it!"

While wiping her mouth, he replied calmly: "Before I inherited the family, I have been in the army. After inheriting the family, there are too many things to sort out. I have been so busy until I met you. Without you, I don't know how long I will be busy, but fortunately, everything in the family is going much smoother now, and I have time to accompany you."

"Army? Are you a soldier?" she asked.

He wrote lightly: "It's not a soldier, it's just a state secret training organization, which is more tiring than being a soldier."

"What are you training for? Can you hit seventeen by yourself?" Wen Wan suddenly became interested.

"Why seventeen?" he asked.

She replied: "Because of the traditional routine, as long as the hero is outnumbered in TV dramas and movies, the opponent is seventeen people, haven't you counted them?"

He was slightly startled, and replied truthfully: "I haven't seen it."

"What? Haven't seen fighting or... haven't seen TV dramas and movies?" She was stunned.

"Neither." He shook his head.

Wen Wan found it incredible, she lay down on the table and looked closely at his face, and asked, "Are you from an alien?"

"Is it strange? My time will not be wasted on such things." Shen Moling disagreed.

"Then you can't work all the time, can you? Isn't there any entertainment, or is it used to decompress?" She was curious.

"Yes, when you browse Weibo, you usually just read it but don't post it."

"why?"

"convenient."

"..." Wen Wan was drunk.