She shook her head and said, "No, if you are an invisible rich man, then I am not worthy of you, and our marriage will end soon."
Her answer was beyond his expectations, and he even had a vague worry, hoping that he was not a rich man, but just an ordinary person.
He said, "Why? Marrying a rich man is not every girl's dream."
"I don't like wealthy families. They're complicated. Besides, people nowadays value matching. Living in a wealthy family means losing your freedom. So I hope the person I marry can live a simple life without starving to death."
"If the contract between you and me ends in the future, I will go on a blind date and find a man who has eyes only for me. It doesn't matter if he has no money."
Jun Mohan frowned, very dissatisfied with her talk of a blind date. His eyes fell on the profile of her face as she focused on watching TV.
He didn't know how credible her words were?
But I'm just depressed. I'm depressed that she said she didn't want to marry into a wealthy family, and I'm also depressed that she wanted to go on a blind date, and he didn't want others to have anything to do with her.
Wen Xin pointed at the TV show Jun Moxiao's face and said, "You said everyone in your family is so good-looking, why are you the only one so ugly?"
"I see, you must have brought him here!"
The warm words made Jun Mohan's face darken instantly, as if covered by dark clouds, and he stared at her coldly.
Feeling the different breath, Wen Xin turned back to meet his horrified eyes. She realized that she had said the wrong thing and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I just made a slip of the tongue. You are definitely not ugly."
"Slip of the tongue? I think you are a typical nympho. Seeing how handsome my brother is, you regret marrying me."
Wen Xin choked, turned back angrily, and watched TV without saying a word.
Jun Mohan thought she agreed.
He felt upset and depressed.
Jun Mohan didn't care if others said he was ugly, but he cared about what this woman said.
Although he didn't love her for the time being, he had thought about putting up with her if the contract ended and she was not at fault. He didn't want to get married again and continue to face another woman.
But she actually disliked her own appearance.
Such women are no different from those who only care about material things and appearance, they are just as superficial.
Jun Mohan walked out without saying a word.
In the elevator, he called Mo Chen and asked him to go out for a drink.
Wen Xin hurried to the balcony and took a look, but she didn't see Jun Mohan. She couldn't help but pat her head lightly, feeling very guilty for the words she had just blurted out that hurt his self-esteem.
She actually had no ill intentions, nor did she dislike his appearance. It was just that the difference in appearance between his family and him was so great that she was puzzled, so she said such nonsensical words. It was too late to regret it now.
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The exciting music was playing, the neon lights were flashing, young men and women were dancing and partying, the whole place was peaceful.
Under the colorful lights, Mo Chen looked at his friend who was drinking alone and not talking the whole time, and asked puzzledly: "Are you worried about something tonight?"
After drinking the last sip of wine in the bottle, he said sullenly, "Do women nowadays only care about appearance?"
Mo Chen suddenly realized, "Does your sister-in-law dislike you?"
Jun Mohan remained silent, which was considered as his agreement.
"Then you might as well just take off the beard and scar to scare her to death. Pressing that thing on your face is like torture."
Jun Mohan rolled his eyes and continued to open another bottle of wine.
Mo Chen smiled with a lingering feeling, "I discovered a secret?"
"explain."
"You seem to be starting to care about what she says."
Jun Mohan's face darkened and he said coldly, "Impossible, a woman who only cares about appearance is so vulgar."
Mo Chen said with a smile: "But I think your wife is quite strange. Others care about whether someone is rich or not, and don't care whether he is ugly or not, as long as he is rich, it's fine. But she cares about whether you are good-looking or not?"
"Am I really that ugly?"
Jun Mohan asked gloomily, stroking his beard.
Mo Chen nodded honestly, "It's a little scary, why don't you show your true face? As expected, my sister-in-law will fall in love with you in a week at most."
Jun Mohan coldly rebuked: "Are you in love with me? Or is it in love with my face? I, Jun Mohan, will disgust her with this face."
"If it doesn't hurt her eyes, I won't take it off."
Seeing how angry he was, Mo Chen became more and more certain that the boy was moved, but he didn't know it.
Should he give it a hint?
…
Over there, he was drinking to drown his sorrows, while over here, Wen Xin was blaming herself all night.
Because she said the wrong thing, the man went out and didn't come back until late at night. Wen Xin felt really guilty. She kept waiting on the sofa, yawning continuously, and she didn't dare to sleep for fear that something might happen to the man.
One forty at night
Following a slight sound at the door, she hurried to the door and looked through the peephole, only to see Jun Mohan being supported back by someone.
He pouted from time to time, and his beard swayed up and down.
She quickly opened the door, and Mo Chen was stunned, looking at the beautiful girl in front of him.
No wonder this boy would be tempted, it turns out that he is an old cow eating young grass. Look at the girl, she is so fresh and has a face full of collagen. She is such a pitiful child!
It would be a sin if you don't treat your child well.
I have to say Jun Mohan is lucky.
Mo Chen hurriedly said, "Hello, sister-in-law. I am Mo Han's good friend Mo Chen. He is drunk and I am sending him back."
Wen Xin smiled and said, "Thank you, then come in!"
The name Mo Chen seemed familiar, but she really couldn't remember where she had heard it. After all, she was so focused on eating at the last banquet that she didn't even go to see her boss' speech.
Mo Chen's eyes turned and he thought to himself that Jun Mohan was drunk, so it was just right for his young wife to take care of him. Maybe something romantic would happen between them, and he would have done a good thing.
He smiled and said, "No need, I'll leave Mo Han to you. I'll go back first. It's too late and the designated driver is still waiting downstairs."
Mo Chen passed Jun Mohan to Wen Xin, and then Jun Mohan pressed his entire body on top of her. She said with some difficulty, "Ah! This pig is too heavy."
"Sister-in-law, please take good care of him," Mo Chen smiled, waved his hand, and kindly helped them close the door.
Wen Xin staggered and dragged him to the sofa, preparing to put him down. Her hands trembled, and the two of them fell on the sofa together.
Jun Mohan pressed heavily on her. Wen Xin supported his chest with both hands, and said with a long sigh, "Uncle, wake up. You're pressing on me and it hurts."
The man on her body was sleeping soundly, his mouth and nostrils smelling of alcohol, and she was holding her breath in a warm and uncomfortable feeling.
The smell of alcohol is too strong.
With a dead pig pressing on her body, she couldn't breathe at all.
"If you don't wake up, I'll push you down."
There was no response, so she simply spread her hands and rubbed his face with both hands, "You're not awake, are you? I'll squeeze you to death."
"I'll pinch you."
The hand moved to his waist and pinched him again. The half-drunk man opened his eyes because of the pain. He only heard a fly buzzing next to him, which made him uncomfortable.
"Don't make noise."
"Jun Mohan, get up quickly, or I will be rude if you don't get up."
"Still arguing?"
Jun Mohan met the warm gaze and lowered his head to block the chattering mouth.
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