The next day, the alarm rang.
Wen Xin couldn't get up. She got off work too late last night, and after taking a shower, the man accused her of leaving clothes everywhere, which made her so angry that she couldn't sleep, and she fell asleep around six o'clock.
He squinted his eyes, picked up his old cell phone and turned off the alarm.
He struggled to get up, sat on the bed, rubbed his messy hair, put on his coat and went outside.
She was about to wash up, the bathroom door was closed, she glanced at the next door and saw that the door was closed.
Wen Xin thought it was early and the man should not have gotten up yet. She raised her hand to turn the door lock when she heard a cough from inside.
“Ahem…”
She quickly withdrew her hand and quickly went into the bedroom, preparing to change her clothes and wash up.
Jun Mohan poked his head out of the bathroom, his lower body tied with a bath towel and his upper body dripping with water.
He glanced at her open door, then quickly ran toward the bedroom.
What a coincidence, Wen Xin just came out and saw this scene.
He walked into the house with his back to her, wearing a bath towel and with his upper body and half of his legs exposed.
Wen Xin burst out laughing instantly. Wow, he ran so fast. If you didn’t know, you would think she could do something to him.
After washing up and coming out, Jun Mohan was already sitting at the dining table, dressed formally, reading a newspaper.
One hand held the cup, brought it closer, and took a gentle sip.
Wen Xin was going to dry her underwear from last night on the balcony. As soon as she got to the balcony, she met those murderous eyes. She subconsciously put her underwear behind her and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I'm going to dry my clothes."
Jun Mohan's cold voice came, "There is something I must tell you. Although you and I have obtained the marriage certificate and are nominally husband and wife, we are not familiar with each other after all."
"When the time comes, you and I will eventually go our separate ways. There are many things that are inappropriate for a man and a woman to live together."
"So, it's best for us to hang our underwear in our own bedrooms."
"Oh, by the way, I'm a germaphobe and don't like others touching my things. It's best to keep the cups, bowls, and chopsticks separate, so that everyone can use their own. What do you think?"
Wen Xin smiled wryly and said, "I think what you said makes sense. I'll do as you say."
After saying this, she quickly took her things and went to her bedroom.
After hanging up the clothes, she came out again. The man at the table put down the newspaper seriously, patted the table opposite, and motioned her to come over.
Wen Xin found him funny as he acted like an old leader, but she didn't expose him and sat down obediently.
"Uncle, what do you want to say?"
Jun Mohan raised his eyebrows, not caring about her calling him uncle, and just said: "Let's chat!"
"Yes! Sure."
"Where do you work?"
Wen Xin: "..."
Jun Mohan, "As your nominal husband, I should have the right to know your job. First, let me tell you about myself."
"I'm the special assistant to the president of Tiancheng Group. Since I'm a friend of the president, we have a good relationship. In addition, he recognizes my work and gives me a good salary, so I also serve as the department manager for him."
Hearing what he said, Wen Xin nodded, "I know your relationship is not simple, that sissy..."
Realizing that she had said the wrong thing, she quickly corrected herself, "Then Mr. Jun looks at you in a special way, which makes people envious. He trusts you, and I can naturally see that."
"It's only right that you're paid a high salary."
“I understand!”
After all, if someone is supporting you and the payment is too little, you wouldn't be willing.
Naturally, she didn't dare to say this out loud, but Jun Mohan could hear the strangeness in her words.
Especially the word "sissy", which made him confused.
"You said the sissy is Mr. Jun?"
Wen Xin didn't hide it from him. She looked at his even curlier beard and said, "Isn't he a woman?"
"Look at the way he spoke yesterday, so delicately, and the way he looked at you was also ambiguous. Now I finally know why people say that President Jun is not interested in women."
Jun Mohan asked curiously: "What's the reason?"
Jun Mohan moved closer to her with a warm hook, and heard her whisper: "Mr. Jun likes men, especially men like you."
“Ahem!”
This strange reason caught Jun Mohan off guard. He choked on his saliva and his whole face turned red.
If she hadn't turned her back to her, she would have definitely seen the corner of the beard sticking up and the scar almost falling to the ground.
After Jun Mohan coughed, he calmly pressed down his scarred beard and turned back to say: "No, this is absolutely impossible."
"Mr. Jun doesn't like men. He has normal sexual orientation."
"Tsk, don't lie to me. I don't think this is shameful. You don't have to explain it to me. I'm very open-minded."
After saying that, Wen Xin stood up, patted his shoulder and said, "Uncle, I'm going to buy breakfast. After eating, I have to go to work. Tomorrow is my one-month break. I hope you can go with me to buy furniture. After all, the house is too empty."
"Wait a moment."
Jun Mohan called her, "You haven't told me your occupation yet."
Wen Xin's eyes rolled around, and then she smiled and said, "Actually, I'm a white-collar worker, working as a clerk in a small private company called Red Star. My monthly salary is not high, only three thousand."
"Oh!" Jun Mohan did not question it. After all, his grandmother had never told him that his young wife only graduated from high school.
"By the way, uncle, we have to work the night shift a few days a month, so we get off work at 12 o'clock. The company provides dormitories. It is dangerous to come back during the night shift. I hope you can let me stay there."
As soon as she said this, she regretted it because she saw Jun Mohan's obviously questioning eyes.
Sure enough, he asked, "Are clerks divided into morning and evening shifts?"
"I don't know about other companies, but we are divided into shifts and have two days off a month."
"Oh! How about this! Tell me when your night shift is over and I'll pick you up."
"Ah!" Wen Xin was trembling at the moment, but she couldn't refuse, so she said: "Thank you! I'll go buy breakfast."
When he heard about breakfast, Jun Mohan stood up immediately and said, "I won't eat at home today. I'll go to the company to order takeout and we'll talk about it when you cook."
“Can you cook?”
Wen Xin nodded, "Yes."
"That's good. I'll prepare all the furniture tomorrow. I'll trouble you with the meals at home from now on."
"no problem."
Jun Mohan, "Then I'm going to work. See you in the evening."
Watching him leave as if he was running away, Wen Xin no longer had the mood to eat breakfast. She cleaned the house and went out.
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