Walk out of the elevator and go downstairs.
Watching him pushing the bicycle, Wen Xin felt a little embarrassed. She really didn't want to ride on the same bicycle with him.
Just as I was daydreaming, I heard his deep voice from the side, "Sit up and go!"
"Oh!" Wen Xin took a deep breath, and saw that he had pushed the car out, with his legs on the ground. He glanced at her and then looked away.
Wen Xin hurriedly came behind him, touched the back seat with both hands, and just as she stepped forward, his car had already left.
"Uncle, wait, I haven't sat down yet."
Wen Xin shouted and chased after him.
Jun Mohan stopped the car and asked coldly, "Why is it so slow?"
Wen Xin pouted, "It's not that I'm slow, it's that I haven't had time to sit down yet."
Jun Mohan: "..."
Wen Xin got into the car and said it was time to go. The car then started. Thinking of the scene just now, Jun Mohan smiled.
This woman is so stupid.
Arriving at the furniture yard, Jun Mohan parked the car, while Wen Xin looked at the restaurant opposite with a dim look.
Just opposite is Shengshi Hua Ting, where Mu Chenxi and Wen Yue are holding their wedding today.
Outside the hotel, people were coming and going in an endless stream, and luxury cars were parked at the door. The red carpet extended from the hotel and even filled the sidewalk, with no end in sight. The hotel was filled with balloons, and there were two small helicopters hovering in the sky, with rose petals falling from the sky.
The beautiful rose rain was so shocking that Wen Xin admitted that she was jealous.
She was abandoned and didn't even have a wedding or a meal after her wedding. It's really frustrating to compare yourself to others.
Jun Mohan parked the car and walked over. Seeing her dim eyes and sad face, he asked casually, "Do you know this family?"
“No.”
"envious?"
"Who's envious? This wedding is not up to par at all. Let's go!"
Wen Xin's tone was a little disappointed and mixed with disdain. Without waiting for Jun Mohan to speak, she left.
Jun Mohan gritted his teeth and said nothing, following her footsteps into the furniture store, but his eyes fell on her, looking particularly depressed.
Passing by the breakfast stall, the aroma of scallion pancakes wafted through. Wen Xin took a quick glance, which aroused her cravings. She turned around and looked at the man a few steps away from her and said, "Do you want to have breakfast?"
“This cake looks good.”
Jun Mohan leaned over to take a look, frowned slightly, and looked at the dark iron plate. He said, "I'm not hungry."
"real?"
"Um."
Wen Xin knew in her heart that this man was a germaphobe and would naturally not eat this kind of pancake sold at a street stall. In his usual words, it was made from gutter oil, was dusty, dirty and harmful to the body.
Since he was having problems with his stomach, she would not. She said to the stall owner, "Auntie, give me two scallion pancakes. Oh, and add eggs, sausages, and more chili."
"Okay."
The stall owner was a woman in her fifties. She looked at Wen Xin while applying oil. Her eyes also swept over Jun Mo Han behind her. She smiled and said, "You are so pretty, girl. Your father would be very handsome if he didn't have a beard. After all, you have a good foundation."
dad?
Jun Mohan raised his eyelids and saw the woman next to him trying to hold back her laughter, her shoulders shaking. He guessed that her face must be wrinkled from laughing.
This is the first time someone said he was the father. I really don’t know if this auntie’s eyes were covered by her crotch. She is so blind.
Wen Xin smiled and said, "That auntie, he is my husband."
"Ah! Hubby! He doesn't look like him. He's much older than you!"
Wen Xin couldn't hold it back any longer and almost burst into laughter. She pinched her thigh hard to suppress her laughter.
"Auntie is only seven years older than me."
"Tsk tsk! An old cow eats tender grass, the young man is really good! He can even chase such a beautiful wife."
After the aunt finished speaking, the corners of her mouth twitched and she continued to glance at the man with a sullen face.
She was so scared that she said hurriedly, "Don't mind it, young man. I'm not targeting you. It's just that your beard is a little ugly. It's so curly and dense that it almost covers half of your face. It makes you look old."
The fire in Jun Mohan's eyes dissipated, and he pretended to be generous and said, "It's okay. I think this beard makes me look mature and steady."
"Yes, I also think that uncles with beards are quite manly."
As she said this, Wen Xin was already laughing until tears came out.
Show off, this was Jun Mohan's evaluation of Wen Xin in his heart. He glared fiercely at the woman who was smiling with tears in her eyes beside him. To be honest, he felt very unhappy.
The aunt handed her the pancake, Wen Xin took it, took out some change from her cloth bag and gave it to her, and then the two of them left.
Wen Xin held pancakes in both hands. I originally only wanted to buy one, after all, he said he didn't want to eat, and I was afraid he would be hungry, so I kindly bought one for him.
After taking a bite, she found the aroma was full and the taste was just right. She looked at the sullen man next to her and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to eat it?"
"This is really delicious. If you imagine it is made by a chef from a seven-star hotel, you will be able to eat it."
"I'm not hungry."
Almost as he finished speaking, his stomach growled twice, making his face turn red and his neck thick. He shyly shifted his gaze to the child peeing in a tree not far away.
Damn my stomach, it’s not cooperating at all, isn’t this just ruining things?
Wen Xin was trying to hold back her smile, and her cheeks were puffed up.
"Okay, take it!" Wen Xin stuffed the pancake into his hand and walked away before him.
After all, this man wanted to save face, and she estimated that he would not be able to do anything to her in front of him.
Jun Mohan looked at the cake in his hand. The aroma was so fragrant that he couldn't help but take a sip. Suddenly he thought it tasted good. He ate a few more bites and felt quite addicted.
Wen Xin and I went to a brand store and bought the furniture that was missing from the list.
Jun Mohan swiped his card and walked out, just as the mall was loading the furniture onto a car.
A staff member asked, "Which of you two will go back with me to move the furniture first?"
Wen Xin looked at Jun Mohan and said, "I have a few small things to buy."
Jun Mohan did not refuse and said to the staff member: "I'll go!"
Jun Mohan put the bicycle on the car and followed it. Before leaving, he said, "Come back early."
"Yeah!" Wen Xin was a little flattered. It was really amazing that he took the initiative to talk to her.
Wen Xin actually went to a flower shop and a boutique, where she bought some decorations, a large festive red Chinese knot, and a lot of pots of flowers. The flower shop owner was very enthusiastic, and when he saw that she had bought too much and couldn't carry it, he used his tricycle to help deliver the flowers.
Jun Mohan followed the car back home. He helped the delivery boys carry the things. An hour later, all the things were installed and arranged neatly according to his needs.
He put the garbage at the door and was about to take it away when he went downstairs. Then he saw the mobile phone he bought on the shoe cabinet. He asked Assistant Xu to buy it for Wen Xin. He took off the phone bag, took out the phone inside, and then opened the phone. He found a pair of scissors and cut two small cracks on the tempered glass film, disguising it as an old phone and placed it on the table.
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