"A man?"
"I can give you watches, clothes, ties, perfumes, etc. But you have to choose the grade. If it's low-grade, it won't be presentable. How much do you plan to spend?"
Wen Xin calculated and said calmly: "There is only 3,200 yuan in the card, which was issued today. Leave 2,000 yuan for living expenses, and keep it within 1,000 yuan!"
She felt that she was very generous to be able to take out one thousand. After all, the remaining two thousand had to be put into expenses, and the budget could not be exceeded too much.
Xiao Han said, "I see that the fabrics your man wears are all very good, they should be branded. You should buy him branded goods."
Wen Xin frowned, she didn't know what a famous brand was. The clothes she usually wore cost around one hundred yuan, or even dozens of yuan. She had worn the pair of 39 yuan sandals she bought at Dadong for several years, so her definition of a famous brand was something that could be worn for a long time.
"Okay, then let's go to Heilan Home and pick out a suit for him that costs about a thousand yuan."
After the two discussed it, they went directly to Heilan Home. It turned out that the cheapest one cost more than two thousand. Wen Xin made up her mind and pulled Xiao Han out.
"That kind of fabric is worth two thousand. Forget it. Let's go to a cheap clothing store and buy something more stylish. Wearing a suit every day makes you look serious. This makes you look even more intimidating."
Finally, she bought him a blue shirt, white casual pants, and a beige jacket, spending a total of 998 yuan.
She had more than two thousand left, and she transferred two thousand to the card Jun Mohan gave her, as she had agreed to split the bill, and she would not go back on her word.
Jun Mohan was driving home when he heard his cell phone ringing. He subconsciously opened it and took a glance. He found that two thousand yuan had been deposited into his account. He couldn't help but frown.
This woman is really stubborn. She said we should split the bill and even sent me the living expenses.
If this were to get out, and Jun Mohan and his wife shared the living expenses equally, not only his family but also Mo Chen's special assistant Xu would laugh at him to death.
When Wen Xin returned home, Jun Mohan was watching the news. The lights were off and the room seemed a little dark only because of the light from the TV.
He turned to look at the woman who came in, only to see that she was holding something in her hands, and recalled what she had said that morning.
Did she really buy him something to apologize?
I was a little excited, after all, it was the first time she gave me something.
"Have you eaten?" Wen Xin asked casually.
"No, I can't do it."
Wen Xin was stunned, turned on the light, walked over and said, "You won't eat outside."
“I don’t want to eat outside.”
He actually wanted to say that ever since he ate the food you cooked, he couldn't eat the food outside, but he was afraid that she would be proud, so he didn't say it.
Wen Xin handed the bag over. "I bought you clothes as an apology. Don't be so sullen in the future. I won't say anything about your appearance. Let's make peace!"
She stretched out her hand.
Jun Mohan took the bag and held her hand. "No problem. I'm not a stingy person."
After he finished speaking, he still hadn't let go of her hand. Wen Xin thought he was up to something bad, so she quickly shook his hand away and said, "That's good. I'll cook noodles for you. I haven't eaten either. Try on the clothes first."
Watching her leave, Jun Mohan finally remembered how she had shaken his hand in disdain, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.
He must have been sick just now, as he held her hand tightly.
The woman's hands were all calloused and not at all as soft as other girls'.
Wen Xin was cooking noodles in the kitchen, while Jun Mohan took the clothes to try them on. The quality was incomparable to his previous custom-made suits, which could be felt at the touch. The color was not his favorite either, but he had a strong desire to put it on.
The size fits and it's comfortable to wear, so he doesn't mind.
She took it off silently, changed into her pajamas and walked out. The noodles she cooked were ready.
"Does the dress fit?"
"Not bad, thank you."
A warm smile: "Let's eat noodles!"
The two sat down to eat noodles, and the warm WeChat call from the mobile phone on the table rang.
Jun Mohan took a sharp look and saw that it was Jiang Yan. His face darkened instantly.
This man is really haunting.
Wen Xin naturally didn't notice his expression. She picked up her phone and took a look. Jiang Yan asked her to go to the hospital tomorrow if she had nothing to do, as they wanted to discuss her mother's condition.
She replied with an OK.
Jun Mohan wisely didn't ask. The moment she finished her noodles and turned to go into the kitchen, he quickly opened her phone and took a look. Before he could see clearly, he heard footsteps.
He quickly withdrew his hand and looked at the woman who came out with a rag with a guilty conscience.
Wen Xin saw that the phone screen was on and thought there was a message. She took a look and saw nothing. Then she said, "I have transferred 2,000 yuan for living expenses to the card. Uncle, you don't need to transfer 10,000 yuan in the future. Just transfer 2,000 yuan. 4,000 yuan a month is more than enough for our living expenses."
"No, I won't take your money."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and went back to his room. Wen Xin thought he was angry again, but he turned back immediately with a piece of paper in his hand.
"This is the contract we obtained earlier. It clearly states that I will pay for your living expenses, so please abide by the contract."
His tone was serious, his attitude was rigorous and overbearing, and there was no tone of negotiation at all.
There is no way he would do something like AA. After all, it is a man's responsibility and a matter of a man's dignity.
Wen Xin didn't expect that a man could be so scary when he became domineering. Under his strong insistence, he sent the two thousand yuan to Wen Xin's WeChat, and then he directly used her mobile phone to receive it.
He even blatantly opened Jiang Yan's chat interface and found nothing, then he proudly turned off the phone and handed it to her.
"Go to sleep, and don't mention this again."
He entered the room, Wen Xin frowned, and finally gave up.
The next day, the weather was fine. When Wen Xin got up, she saw Jun Mohan coming out. For the first time, he was wearing the clothes he bought yesterday.
The first time she saw him wearing a light-colored jacket and a blue shirt, she felt that his eyes were even more irritated and he looked weird.
Is it my own vision that is flawed, or is it that this bearded man is not suitable for this blue and white color combination?
I bought it myself, so I'm embarrassed to say it's ugly.
She kindly reminded, "Uncle, are you wearing these new clothes without washing them?"
He awkwardly pulled at his beige jacket and said, "There's an event at the company today, and they just happen to require white jackets. My jackets are all black, so what you bought is just right."
After saying this, his face turned red and he felt guilty, which made him want to escape quickly.
"Oh!" Wen Xin had no doubt, "Then what do you want to eat this morning? I'll make it."
“No need, something happened to Mo Rou, I’ll go take care of it.”
After he finished speaking, he strode away. Jun Morou said that she had an accident when she was leaving the airport after get off work in the morning, and asked him to come quickly.
Without thinking too much, he quickly went to the underground garage and drove his Rolls-Royce to the airport.
When he got in the car, he took off the annoying beard and scar on his face and put it away, then the car drove away.
Wen Xin washed her face, drank a bottle of milk, and rode her bike to the company. It was rush hour in the morning in the south city, and the traffic was extremely congested, so it was okay to ride a shared bike.
Jun Mohan arrived at the place designated by Jun Morou. There was no accident at all and Jun Morou was not there.
He anxiously called, "Jun Morou, where are you?"
"Brother, you can see me if you turn around."
"What a mystery."
He turned around, but before he could stand firm, a slender figure threw himself into his arms.
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