If you have a bad marriage intention, don't be too bad for an overbearing president!

Xu Xiamu also heard the voice and looked at him, "Who could it be at this time?"

Wen Junliang didn't immediately pay attention to the ringing cell phone. Instead, he walked up to her, kissed her, and then picked up the phone to answer the call. He didn't expect that the call would come from Mo Huanting.

If he takes the initiative to call, it must be a big deal.

Wen Junliang asked: "Mr. Mo, are you busy so late?" Not long after their video call ended.

"Mr. Wen, I'm sorry to bother you." Mo Huanting's voice sounded a little strange, and then he said, "Is the person that Mr. Wen mentioned named Shen Xuelin?"

Wen Junliang walked to the window with his cell phone, "To be more precise, his current name is Shen Sheng, and Shen Xuelin was his previous name."

"He has high attainments in psychology?" Mo Huanting asked, "And he is trustworthy?"

"You can rest assured about Mr. Mo, he can definitely be trusted." Wen Junliang said thoughtfully.

Mo Huanting sighed, "Okay."

Conversations between men are always concise and to the point, so the two of them didn't go any further and quickly hung up the phone.

After ending the call, Wen Junliang went to bed and took his wife into his arms, "It's Mo Huanting."

"I know it's him." Xu Xiamu crawled into his arms and found a comfortable position, "Why is he looking for you now, and why is Shen Xuelin involved?"

In the middle of the night, her body was thin and she was afraid that she would be cold, so she hugged her a little tight, but she squeezed her around the waist. "You hug me so tightly, aren't you afraid that you will have to take a shower later?"

Wen Junliang smiled softly, "It's not just that one method."

When Xu Xiamu heard the words, his eyes narrowed. Mr. Wen was not very suitable to say such words, but every time he said it, it made people feel chilled to the core and trembling all over. However, because they have been together for a long time, they will naturally become immune. Few, so she thought she could still control it, and said extremely calmly: "Let's talk about Mo Huanting, what's wrong with him, does he need help from Shen Xuelin?"

"Probably... mental illness." Wen Junliang replied calmly.

"How could it be?" Xu Xiamu was a little surprised by this answer. Although she was not familiar with Mo Huanting, she had heard a lot about him. People as tough as him could have mental illness. Very few people could compare to him. , actually hiding such a secret thing.

However, it seems normal for successful men like them who are wallowing in the mall to have this kind of disease. The man who is holding her in his arms is actually a bit gloomy sometimes.

"What kind of mental illness does he have? Is he very BT?" Xu Xiamu laughed out loud after asking.

Wen Junliang raised his hand and squeezed her hand, "It's okay, I just don't love women."

Xu Xiamu: "..."

These are all a bunch of weird things and weirdos. Xu Xiamu frowned slightly, "If he doesn't love women, why should he get married? I'm sorry for his wife."

"Wrong." Wen Junliang said.

"Where did I go wrong?" Xu Xiamu was a little unconvinced. She had lived in seclusion on the outskirts of the imperial city for so long, and he had cultivated her selfish temperament, and she could not listen to any words of resistance at all.

Wen Junliang kissed her placatingly, "When his wife has a place in his heart, he is actually the one who suffers. Xia Mu, you have to know that the relationship between men and women is indeed poison sometimes."

"But you said he doesn't know how to love, then the woman who loves him is miserable, and any feelings she puts in will not be reciprocated." Saying this, Xu Xiamu thought of the two meetings with Xiang Wan. No wonder she His expression would be like that.

It was an indescribable feeling of desolation, but it was also clearly filled with strong and inextricable emotions.

Wen Junliang's voice sounded particularly pleasant in the darkness. He said, "Go to sleep. That's a problem they need to solve. I think he will have a way."

Xu Xiamu was not sleepy at this time and asked curiously: "So, you have been helping him?"

"No one can help with this. The only one who can help him is himself." Wen Junliang said with a gentle and low voice, "Xia Mu, don't talk about another man in our bed, okay?"

Xu Xiamu also felt innocent. Was she the first to say this?

*

At the same time, in the apartment far away in Jiangcheng, the man was still as sleepless as before.

In the end, he just sat in the study and didn't sleep. Thinking about what Wen Junliang said to him, he couldn't help but have the urge to find the business card.

At this time, he suddenly heard a noise outside, felt something bad and rushed out immediately.

As soon as he opened the study door, he saw that the lights in the living room and kitchen were on, and the sound came from the direction of the kitchen. Mo Huanting hurriedly walked over and saw her hunched over, tinkering with something.

Without thinking, Mo Huanting walked in. Afraid of scaring her if he spoke loudly, he could only say softly: "Mom, what are you doing up?"

In the past four years, Gu Yuehai's condition has improved greatly. If his emotions are controlled to the point where he looks like a normal person except for being in a trance, he still needs someone to take care of him. During the day, when Mo Huanting has to go to the company to handle official business, there will be a special caregiver. Come to cook, and after he gets off work, he will take care of it himself.

Gu Yuehai was stunned, holding a roll of noodles in his hand, and timidly said: "I...I'm hungry."

Mo Huanting took the noodles from her hand and said, "Go sit in the living room and I'll cook it for you. Or do you want some egg and tomato noodles?"

Gu Yuehai smiled slightly, "Well, eggs...tomato noodles."

Seeing that she didn't leave, Mo Huanting temporarily put down the rolled noodles in his hand, helped her to the living room, helped her turn on the TV, and pressed the children's channel before returning to the kitchen to cook noodles.

When Mo Huanting finished cooking the noodles and came out, he saw her laughing while watching a cartoon. He didn't ask her to go to the dining table to eat, so he put the noodles directly on the coffee table. He was afraid that she would burn them. He also prepared a small bowl. He picked out some noodles and gave her bowls and chopsticks, "Eat slowly, be careful not to burn them."

Gu Yuehai took it with a smile and muttered: "Jun Yan makes the most delicious noodles, and I like Jun Yan the best."

"Mom, I want to discuss something with you." Seeing that she was still immersed in the past, Mo Huanting said, "Would you like for us to go back to Rongcheng this weekend?"

Gu Yuehai didn't seem to understand the meaning of these words. He just turned his head and smiled at Mo Huanting before eating noodles happily again.

Mo Huanting said: "Then it's decided, we will go back to Rongcheng tomorrow."

At this time, the ringtone of a mobile phone came from the study. When Mo Huanting saw that she was eating obediently, he got up and went to get the mobile phone.

The call came from an unknown number. He didn't know who it was, so he answered: "Who are you calling?"

There was silence for a while and no words were spoken.

When Mo Huanting decided to hang up the phone, he heard a voice on the other side saying, "Uncle."

"Mo Mo?" Mo Huanting was shocked, his light gray eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice softened a lot: "Why are you calling me at this time? Uncle thought... you already hate me."

"I don't like uncle very much, but I think about something and I still need to tell you."

At this time, Mo Huanting clenched his phone slightly, "What's the matter?"

"We will go back tomorrow." Momo said over there: "Besides, dad has agreed to Jialan's dad's proposal, and when we go back, they will hold a wedding. Zhizhi is very happy about this, and I am also I think my mother’s choice may be the right one.”

Mo Huanting didn't listen to anything he said at this time, and the only word "marriage" swirled in his mind.

She really agreed to that man’s proposal!

"Uncle, are you still there?"

"I'm here."

"Uncle, my favorite color is black, and my favorite books are detective stories. I don't like eating green peppers, and I'm a little allergic to pollen. I don't like excitement, and I like to be alone quietly. I think girls are troublesome..."

Silently listing a lot of things about himself seemed completely meaningless, but as he spoke, Mo Huanting's eyes changed more and more.

He was still stunned until he finished speaking silently.

"Uncle, I'll hang up now. Goodbye!"

"……goodbye!"

Mo Huanting didn't know how the phone call ended. He only knew that the words he said silently kept lingering in his mind. Is this impossible?

Why are the things he said so similar to him?

I don’t like eating green peppers, I’m allergic to pollen, I don’t like the excitement…

But after thinking about it carefully, I think it’s nothing. Many people in this world don’t like to eat green peppers, are allergic to pollen, and don’t like liveliness. This should be a coincidence.

Putting down his phone, he looked at the painting hanging on the wall in the dim light of the study.

After looking at the painting quietly for a while, he finally picked up his phone and dialed Chu Yi's number.

"Sir, what are your orders?"

"Chu Yi, come to my apartment early tomorrow morning. There is something you need to do."

"Okay, sir."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Huanting walked out of the study. He walked into the living room and saw that she was still eating noodles quietly. When he was about to sit on the sofa, he heard her say: "Daughter-in-law, Pea... "

-End of this chapter-