After the divorce, he regretted his ex-husband too much

After having dinner with Shen Mubai and returning home, Qiao Ran was sitting at the computer desk in the bedroom writing documents about the hot project after cleaning up, when there was a knock on the door behind him.

"Come in!" Qiao Ran responded lightly.

The door was pushed open, Song Wanqing walked in with a flushed face and somewhat sloppy footsteps, reeking of alcohol.

"You came back early, and you even took a shower. You think that with the hot project, you don't need to develop other projects. You will be kicked out of the company sooner or later." Song Wanqing smiled provocatively.

"It seems that you have won a big project today, and you are here to show off your might." Qiao Ran said with a disdainful smile.

"I signed a project of [-] million yuan for the company today, [-] million yuan!" Song Wanqing gestured with her hands: "On the contrary, this hot project of yours doesn't earn a penny for the company, but also asks the company to subsidize it. go in."

The hot project is indeed not making money now, but this project has given the Song Group brand an international reputation, and it has been seen by overseas consumers. The money that cannot be seen is immeasurable.

"The company is not an idiot. The hot project does not make money, and the company leaders will not agree to start this project. You signed a small [-] million contract, and there is nothing to brag about." Qiao Ran sneered.

"[-] million is still called a small order? Qiao Ran, are you rich?" Song Wanqing looked at Qiao Ran with contempt.

"Richer than you!"

"Haha!" Song Wanqing seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world: "Richer than me? Are you dreaming? I will marry Shi Mo soon, and then I will be Mrs. Wen with a billionaire status. You Richer than me?"

"Let's not talk about how much Wen's Group's trillion-dollar valuation will be distributed to you, but whether you can become Mrs. Wen is another matter!" Qiao Ran said without looking up at the information on the computer.

"Just because you want to take Shimo away? You loved me when Mrs. Wen didn't take Shimo away for three years. Now that I'm awake, it's even more impossible for you to take Shimo away from me."

Regarding Wen Shimo's love for her, Song Wanqing was 100% confident.

"What's there to grab for an old man that's been used for three years? If you like it, I'll give it to you. I said you died as Mrs. Wen."

"Just because you want to kill me?"

"You don't deserve to dirty my hands."

Seeing Qiao Ran watching the computer all the time, Song Wanqing didn't pay attention to her at all, she was instantly enraged, and wanted to hit Qiao Ran with her hand.

When her hand was about to hit Qiao Ran's face, Qiao Ran grabbed her wrist.

"When I went to the hospital for a review in the afternoon, I saw Zhou Yu hurrying into the inpatient building. If you have time to be drunk here, you should care about your beloved Wen Shimo suffering from some ulterior terminal illness! "

After Qiao Ran finished speaking, she shook off Song Wanqing's hand, and picked up a wet towel to wipe her hands, as if she touched something dirty.

Facing Qiao Ran's humiliation, Song Wanqing didn't care about anything, the alcohol in her body was half sober, and she hurried out of Qiao Ran's bedroom.

……

In the hospital ward, Wen Shimo was sitting on the hospital bed, holding an economics book in his hand, and he was vaguely looking forward to something!

When I heard the sound of the door opening, my heart beat rapidly, and when I saw the worried face rushing in, my heart instantly calmed down.

"Wan Qing, why are you here?"

"Are you really hospitalized? Why did you lie to me that you went abroad? If it wasn't for chatting with Xiao Ran at night, she said to review the injury and saw Zhou Yu appearing in the hospital. I didn't even know that your injury was serious enough to need to be hospitalized." .”

Song Wanqing walked up to Wen Shimo staggeringly, with tears in her eyes and her voice choked with distress.

The pungent smell of alcohol on Song Wanqing's body made Wen Shimo's pretty brows slightly frowned.

Qiao Ran, you talkative woman!

"A little injury, I can leave the hospital tomorrow, I don't want you to worry, so I didn't tell you." Wen Shimo said softly, resisting the disgust of the smell of alcohol in his heart.

"I'm also to blame for my carelessness. Yuyuan only bumped three times and kept complaining that his arm hurts. You bumped so many doors, how could it be a small injury? Let me see how your injury is doing." Song Wan As Qing said, she was going to take off Wen Shimo's clothes.

"Don't look, I'm fine." Wen Shimo took Song Wanqing's hand to stop him.

"I didn't accompany you when you were hospitalized. I already blamed myself a lot. Can you just let me take a look?" Song Wanqing begged.

Wen Shimo couldn't refuse Song Wanqing's begging, no matter what Song Wanqing pulled off his clothes.

There are still bruises on the shoulders on both sides, but most of them are already healed. What is exposed to Song Wanqing's eyes is Wen Shimo's firm and firm figure, with lines full of masculine power. Song Wanqing can see that she has drunk a lot Shortness of breath.

"I'm relieved to see that you're fine." Song Wanqing said as she gently ran her slender fingers over Wen Shimo's skin.

Wen Shimo immediately felt a repulsive nausea in his heart, and hurriedly put on his clothes.

"a little cold."

Song Wanqing, who was a little embarrassed, quickly agreed: "Yes, it's cold now, so I can't freeze."

"Are you hungry now? I'll go to the kitchen and make you some supper!" Song Wanqing shifted her embarrassment and wanted to show her virtuous side in front of Wen Shimo.

"I'm not hungry, it's getting late, I'm fine, go back and rest!"

"No, you were injured and hospitalized. As your fiancée, I should stay here to take care of you. Wait for me. I'll make you a bowl of noodles. It will be ready soon."

Through the glass, Wen Shimo saw Song Wanqing's busy figure skillfully moving in the kitchen.

Song Wanqing knew how to cook. When she was in a relationship with her, Song Wanqing would often bring the meals she had cooked to the company to eat with him.

At that time, he felt that Song Wanqing's dishes were the best in the world.

It wasn't until I ate the dishes made by Qiao Ran that I realized that there is something special about the really delicious dishes.

Thinking of this, Wen Shimo was startled, what was he thinking?

He actually compared that scheming woman Qiao Ran with Wan Qing.

How can she be compared with Wan Qing?

After half an hour.

Song Wanqing held a bowl of tomato beef noodles that looked delicious in color and fragrance and placed it on the small square table on Wen Shimo's bed.

"I haven't cooked for you for three years, so don't make fun of me if you don't cook well." Song Wanqing smiled shyly.

"You cook for me with all your heart. It's too late for me to be happy. How could I laugh at you!" Wen Shimo picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks.

The beef that was full of smelly and tough meat suddenly stuck on the tip of the tongue, and there was no desire to chew any more.

Qiao Ran also makes beef noodles for him from time to time, but the beef processed by Qiao Ran does not have any fishy smell, and the smooth and tender beef is a delicious enjoyment when it touches the tip of the tongue.

That's right, even the gourmet connoisseur Cheng Zhiyuan ate Qiao Ran's dishes a few times and was full of praise. After being fed by Qiao Ran for three years, how could he easily accept the meals made by others.

Song Wanqing was not someone else, but the future wife he wanted to take home and protect with his whole life.

No matter how bad it tastes, he will insist on eating it.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Song Wanqing asked expectantly.

"It's delicious. The food you make is the most delicious in the world." Wen Shimo said against his will.

Song Wanqing smiled shyly. Sure enough, in Wen Shimo's heart, what she did was the best.

"After that, I often cook it for you."

"You don't have to work so hard, as long as you are happy."

"Being with you is the greatest happiness, Ah Mo, let's get married after you leave the hospital, I want to stay by your side every day and take care of you personally." Song Wanqing looked at Wen Shimo affectionately, her voice was gentle And lingering.

Wen Shimo slammed his hand with the chopsticks. He had only been divorced for more than a month, and now he is getting married. He really didn't make this mental preparation.