Jun Mohan stepped back nervously, his tone even unstable. The stinky tofu was so disgusting that he wanted to vomit. He swore that he would never eat it even if he died.
(Later, he ate it almost every day.)
Wen Xin explained awkwardly, "Sorry, I didn't mean it."
After she finished speaking, she raised her foot and swung it hard, and the Changsha stinky tofu flew directly towards Jun Mohan's trouser leg opposite her, and the chili on it left an oily stain on his black suit trousers.
Jun Mohan's mouth twitched and he subconsciously took two steps back. His face was gloomy and he shook his trouser legs in disgust. The beard at the corner of his mouth floated up and down with his breathing.
Obviously angry but holding on.
Wen Xin was so embarrassed that she apologized repeatedly, "It was an accident. It was definitely an accident. I'm sorry."
"Sorry, please step back. Your mouth...smells like tofu."
"Oh!" Wen Xin took two steps back with a red face until his frown relaxed. She quickly covered her mouth and looked at him awkwardly with her bright big eyes.
"Don't bring this kind of junk food home anymore. Remember to rinse your mouth after eating it. It stinks."
"Oh! OK."
Wen Xin pouted, then picked up the garbage on the ground, held it in her hand, and followed him into the house.
Looking at the suitcase behind her, Wen Xin was speechless. It seemed that her husband was a bit cold and was even unwilling to help her with the luggage.
After entering the house, he changed his shoes at the door. Wen Xin walked past him and threw the garbage in his hand into the trash can. His voice was heard from behind again.
"Remember to change your shoes, wash your hands, brush your teeth, and don't do it again."
Wen Xin looked at the way he put on his shoes, and she was so angry that her teeth itched. She took a deep breath, adjusted her mood and said, "Okay, I'll remember it."
Grandma said he had severe mysophobia. She didn't believe it at first, but now she had to believe it.
It's simply terminally ill.
Seeing him change into slippers and going into the bedroom, Wen Xin quickly called him, "By the way, grandma asked us to go home for dinner."
Jun Mohan paused and said indifferently: "After eating so many stinky things, are you sure you can still eat?"
"Oh."
As luck would have it, Wen Xin burped. She blushed in embarrassment and muttered, "I can't eat."
Jun Mohan frowned, stepped back subconsciously, and said speechlessly: "The left side is my bedroom, the right side is yours, you can't cross the line, the living room is shared, I have installed surveillance, and anyone who disobeys my order will be fined one thousand yuan."
Wen Xin followed his gaze and saw a surveillance camera at the door, facing their door. She was speechless for a moment.
Is this to prevent thieves or perverts?
If she needs to be on guard, she should be on guard against him! With such a ferocious look, who knows who might eat whom?
Forget it, I won’t bother with the old man.
Seeing him walk into the bedroom, Wen Xin looked around the room.
There are three bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, one bathroom and one balcony. The furnishings in the house are too simple. Even the furniture is just a simple wine cabinet. There is no sofa or TV, but there is a recliner.
The black and white color scheme matches his outfit, and the lighting and layout are good.
It looks like a new house, but it is indeed new. My grandmother bought the house with her own money and didn’t even decorate it. The buyer had already decorated it, so the furniture was not yet available.
This is his second time here.
As for why I asked my grandmother to buy it, it was because he said that if I wanted to get married, I would have to prepare the new house, and I wouldn’t pay for it anyway.
His friends even joked that he was a stingy president.
He disagreed with this. After all, he had not agreed to get married from the beginning.
After Wenchen had a nice tour of the house, she dragged her suitcase into her own room. The room had good facilities, a dressing table, a European-style bed, a large dressing room, and a heart made of rose petals on the top, on which lay a box of Dove chocolates worth several hundred yuan.
Looking at the box of chocolates, she pursed her lips. This thing was most likely prepared by her grandmother, so forget about the man!
Hang your clothes in the cloakroom.
Then he walked out of the room, came to the balcony and looked down.
The open-air balcony is very large, but unfortunately there is no decoration, not even a potted flower.
At a glance, she could see many tall buildings, which were very beautiful. She took out her cell phone and wanted to take a picture of the starry sky at that moment.
But I saw a piece of news at the top of my phone.
##Mu Chenxi, the president of Mu Group, will marry the eldest daughter of the Wen family, Wen Yue, next Saturday##
Wen Xin was a little stunned...
After all, Mu Chenxi had just cancelled his engagement with her three months ago, so it was really ridiculous that he wanted to marry her sister so soon.
After watching the news, she had no mood to take pictures and put her phone in her pocket as if nothing had happened.
Although he was clearly heartbroken, he remained indifferent as if not even a ripple could occur.
What she had experienced in the past three months seemed like a century, and she had already become numb.
She lowered her head, her messy hair covering her slightly pale face, her eyes were sad and inexplicably red.
…
Jun Mohan looked at the empty room and his face immediately darkened. Not only was there no bed, but the old lady also left him a note on the bedside table.
[You little brat, I knew you wouldn't sleep with my granddaughter-in-law. Don't worry, I won't buy you a bed. Wen Xin has one. You can sleep with her, or you'll have to lie on the floor all night.]
He crumpled the note into a ball and threw it on the ground. He was so angry that he put one hand on his waist and ran the other hand through his hair. It turned out to be his grandmother.
So sweet!
I admire you so much!
Thinking of this, he walked out.
The warm voice that was shedding tears heard
There was a steady sound of footsteps behind her, neither fast nor slow. She hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and took a deep breath.
With a "click".
He immediately turned on the light. She turned around and saw a tall figure standing not far away. She was still frightened by his serious look.
I saw that he had changed into pajamas, and the pants that had just been covered with stinky tofu were lying quietly in the trash can.
Wen Xin couldn't understand it. This man should be very handsome, but he had a beard and scars, making him look ferocious. It was such a pity for his facial features.
Jun Mohan frowned, walked towards her, leaned against the balcony railing, and said lightly: "Crying?"
"Are you frightened by my appearance?"
Wen Xin was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect him to say such a thing. Fearing that he would be sad, she still smiled softly, "No, you look scary at first glance, but after looking at you for a long time, it's okay."
"At least it's manly."
"Take me out, the criminals won't dare to get close to me."
What are you talking about?
It seems that he is a demon.
Jun Mohan raised his hand unnaturally and touched his beard. He accidentally almost let the small curly hair fall off. Fortunately, it was blocked by his hand. He hurriedly stuck it on and said awkwardly: "That's good."
"If you are afraid, just tell us earlier and we will terminate the contract in advance."
Wen Xin came up to him, then stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder and said jokingly: "Mr. Jun, forget it! I won't leave."
Because she was close to him, Jun Mohan could see the scenery under her low-necked dress, which was neither too big nor too small, just the right size.
Inexplicable rolling of throat.
Following his line of sight, Wen Xin saw her chest. Her cheeks flushed red, and she immediately crossed her arms over her chest, angrily cursing, "You rascal."
While cursing, she stepped hard on the back of his foot.
She turned and ran away, her face red and she felt so ashamed that she couldn't face anyone.
He is indeed a repressed man, pretending to be a pure and innocent little flower, but actually he is a big bad wolf.
Jun Mohan looked at her, raised the corners of his mouth, and said proudly: "Stunted development."
After he finished speaking, he looked down at his foot that she had stepped on, frowned immediately, turned into the bathroom and took a shower.
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