"Nuo, why is Mr. Jun holding a gift behind this man?"
"Isn't he the president of Jun Group?"
"He's the richest man in our capital. Why is he following another man? It seems like he's the assistant."
The warm words left Jun Mohan speechless for a moment, and even Old Lady Jun kept staring at her grandson, watching the good things he did.
"This," Jun Mohan thought for a moment and said calmly, "It should be that he was misled by the bodyguard. At that time, the gift was held by the bodyguard behind him, and later Boss Jun took it and prepared to give it to Boss Wang."
"Oh! Is that so!" Wen Xin frowned again, "Then why is this person's figure and facial features similar to yours?"
"So much like you."
Wen Xin's gaze fell on Jun Mohan, looking him up from head to toe, and then glanced at his face.
They look so alike. Would they look even more alike if the uncle didn't have a beard?
Thinking of this, she stretched out her hand and tried to pull his beard.
Jun Mohan took a step back in fear. Seeing her grandson's cowardly look, Old Lady Jun joked, "Wen Xin, don't tell me that this photo looks a bit like my grandson."
"Yes! Grandma looks exactly like him. Look at his figure, it's just like the uncle. Who do you think he is?"
“These people don’t take clear pictures either.”
Old Mrs. Jun was speechless for a moment. Damn it, lying felt like constipation, so uncomfortable.
"That wife, we don't know this person, and I believe Mr. Jun doesn't know her either. She just has a similar figure to me."
Wen Xin nodded, "Yeah, never mind, I'll cook."
After saying that, she went to the kitchen. Old Madam Jun pointed at her grandson's forehead and said with a smile, "You coward, it turns out there are times when you are afraid. Let's see if you dare to lie to Wen Xin again."
Jun Mohan rested his head on one hand, looking deep in thought.
Wen Xin was thinking about the photo while kneading the dough and didn't even notice the old lady came in.
"It's so warm! I'll make some more for Jiang Yan later. He and Mo Rou have a good relationship now."
"Grandma was so excited when she thought we had a doctor son-in-law."
Seeing that Wen Xin didn't answer, Mrs. Jun waved her hand in front of her eyes and asked, "Granddaughter-in-law, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm sorry, grandma. I was just thinking about the photo so I didn't hear you. Please say it again."
"It's just buns! Make some more for Jiang Yan."
With a warm smile, "Okay, grandma."
After the meal, all the buns were steamed, and Wen Xin divided the buns into three portions and packed them up.
One for Lin Haiyan.
One copy for Tian Xiuyu.
One for Jiang Yan.
Old Mrs. Jun said she was too full and wanted to go for a walk, and gave the buns to Tian Xiuyu. Wen Xin then took the other two and prepared to go out.
"Wait a minute, I'll take you there."
Jun Mohan came out, already dressed neatly, adjusting his casual jacket.
With a warm smile, "Thank you, uncle."
Looking at the sweet backs of the young couple as they left, the old lady was in a good mood.
In the car, Jun Mohan was concentrating on driving.
Wen Xin stared at his profile for a long time, and finally just looked at him directly, seriously interfering with Jun Mohan's driving.
"Wife, are you loving me more and more?"
"What do you mean?"
"If you didn't love me, why would you keep staring at me all the way?"
Wen Xin swallowed and said calmly: "Uncle, are you hiding something from me?"
"for example......"
"For example, your identity, your appearance, and your family..."
The warm words almost made Jun Mohan's car run a red light. He braked suddenly and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
I regret it! I shouldn't have sent this girl out tonight. She said this as if she knew it.
It's too hard on the mentality.
The tip of his tongue touched his teeth and he said calmly: "Why do you think so?"
"Because you really look like the man in the photo. I even wonder if he is your twin brother."
"Could it be that your mother gave birth to you as twins, but the nurse took one away, so your mother didn't know."
Jun Mohan smiled, touched her nose gently and said lovingly: "You have a good imagination, you are indeed suitable for writing novels."
"You're so boring. I won't pay attention to you anymore."
Closing his eyes and taking a warm nap, Jun Mohan breathed a sigh of relief.
This identity time bomb is here, and sooner or later it will cause him to have a heart attack.
It seems I have to find an opportunity to confess.
In the hospital, Jun Mohan and Wen Xin went to see Lin Haiyan and Zhou Zhou first.
After that, they exchanged a few words. While the buns were still hot, Jun Mohan was called by Wen Xin to deliver the buns to Jiang Yan, while he was chatting with Lin Haiyan. Zhou Zhou was eating the buns and chicken soup, making delicious noises.
Jun Mohan carried the buns and went straight to Jiang Yan's office.
Looking over, Jiang Yan was looking at something in front of the computer.
Jun Mohan knocked on the door gently and walked in, then lazily sat down on the sofa opposite him and said in a deep voice: "This is the buns my grandma asked me to bring you."
Jiang Yan stood up and walked over politely, "Thank you, I didn't expect you were willing to see me."
"I didn't want to see him, but my wife ordered me to come."
After saying that, he crossed his legs and looked at Jiang Yan coldly, then checked him from head to toe, making Jiang Yan feel cold on his back.
"He's good looking, but a little worse than me."
"He has a nice body, but he has no muscles. He looks weak, and a little worse than me."
"What a pity for my sister, a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung."
Jun Mohan's words did not make Jiang Yan angry. He said calmly, "So you came to me tonight just to attack me."
Looking up at his beard, he shook his head and smiled. If it weren't for the photo yesterday, he would have really been deceived.
It turns out that he is Jun Mohan, the richest man in the imperial capital and the youngest president of Jun Group.
The disguise was so good that even Wen Xin was deceived.
It's so boring.
Jun Mohan straightened up and said calmly: "It's not a blow. To be honest, you look good, but it's definitely worse than mine..."
Realizing that his identity was almost exposed, he was so scared that he stopped talking immediately.
"Stop pretending, Jun Mohan."
"?"
When Jun Mohan was confused, Jiang Yan raised his hand and pulled off his beard, shocking Jun Mohan so much that he almost swore.
"you!"
"Jiang Yan, you are crazy."
"Mr. Jun, stop pretending. If I hadn't seen that blurry photo of you yesterday, I would have really been kept in the dark by you. I never thought that Jun Mohan, who was in a lot of debt in Wen Xin's eyes, was actually the richest man in the capital. It's funny to think about it."
His identity was exposed, Jun Mohan quickly snatched the beard from his hand and stuck it on his face, warning with a gloomy face, "If my identity is known to others, you will never marry my sister."
"Don't worry! I won't tell you, but you should still think about how to explain it to Wen Xin later. After all, this is a lie."
Jiang Yan took the buns and leaned on his desk, opening the lunch box and savoring the meat buns carefully. He smiled and said, "The buns made by Wen Xin are still the best. They are unique."
"Mr. Jun, you must hold on to your hard-earned happiness. She is a good woman, and your marriage must survive."
"There shouldn't be any hiding or secrets between husband and wife. There should be trust. Obviously you haven't done well in this regard."
Jun Mohan stood up, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about my business. You'd better not hurt my sister, otherwise I won't let you go."
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