Jun Mohan was so angry at her words that he almost vomited blood. Seeing her slurping the noodles in the bowl, he felt very annoyed.
He was wondering if this woman knew that he was Mr. Jun, would she try her best to bring him and Lu Mengting together like she was doing now.
But seeing her personality, he believed she would definitely do so.
"I'm Mr. Jun's special assistant. I know Mr. Jun. He no longer loves Miss Lu. Even five years ago, it wasn't necessarily love. It could be that he just likes his younger sister."
Wen Xin was about to retort, but Jun Mohan interrupted her, "Have you finished eating? Leave as soon as you're done."
Wen Xin wiped her mouth, looked at the half bowl of noodles in his bowl and said, "You don't want to eat anymore?"
"Well, I'm not hungry."
“What a waste.”
After she finished speaking, she moved the remaining noodles in front of herself and started eating.
Jun Mohan was stunned, and said with some disdain: "Why are you eating what I left?"
“I’m afraid of wasting it.”
Jun Mohan was speechless, and couldn't help but admire the woman's ability to eat so much. If it were him, he would definitely go crazy.
After eating and going downstairs, Jun Mohan wanted to drive the car and then find an excuse to say that he borrowed it for President Jun, but Wen Xin went straight to a car downstairs.
"Uncle, come quickly, the Didi driver is here."
Jun Mohan was almost so angry that he vomited blood. Looking at this shabby and dirty van, he felt a little resistant. As a billionaire CEO, he didn't use any of the dozens of cars at home, but instead took a Didi taxi. He really couldn't let go of his status. His feet felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and he couldn't move.
Wen Xin got in the car, and when she saw that he didn't understand, she got out again, "Let's go! What are you doing here?"
She grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the car.
His face was dark throughout the whole process.
Get in the car and start it.
The driver was a middle-aged man, probably in his forties, with a big fat belly, wearing glasses and a bald head. He smiled kindly: "Why did you and your daughter go to the butcher village so early? The road there is extremely difficult to travel. It takes time and gas."
Father and daughter?
Wen Xin glanced at the gloomy man beside her, then said to the driver: "You misunderstood, he is my husband."
"Oh! Sorry," the driver said and then looked at Jun Mohan through the rearview mirror again. No matter how he looked at them, they didn't look like a couple!
This man is so lucky. Even though he looks so fierce, he can find such a beautiful woman. Thinking about his own fat and ugly wife, he really is committing a sin.
Obviously, I was more handsome than this fierce man when I was young.
Feeling that he was being stared at, Jun Mohan raised his head to meet the driver's gaze in the rearview mirror, his brows slightly furrowed.
He complained in his heart: What are you looking at? If you look at me again, I will stare at you to death.
The driver was startled when he met his big eyes, and quickly shifted his gaze to drive carefully.
There was a smell of foot odor coming from the car. Jun Mohan sniffed and covered his nose, then asked Wen Xin who was playing on her phone, "Do you smell anything?"
Wen Xin shook her head, "No."
Jun Mohan quickly opened the window and glanced in front of the driver, and found that he took off his shoes while driving, and his feet smelled.
He kindly reminded, "Hello! Master, please put on your shoes while driving. This will be safer. After all, we will have to drive on the mountain road, which is more dangerous."
"Oh, sorry, I just took my feet off because they were itchy. I'll put them on now."
The car pulled over and the driver put on his shoes, and the smell was less.
It was so warm and funny. No wonder the man had a gloomy face the whole time. The driver was so inhumane that he actually took off his shoes to stink a man with mysophobia.
The car started, and Jun Mohan watched the driver scratching his feet and picking his nose the whole time. He resisted the urge to feel sick and simply closed his eyes.
Two hours later, the car stopped halfway up the mountain. The driver turned around and said, "Sorry, we can only take you here. The road is being repaired. Only people can pass, not cars."
Wen Xin looked outside and said calmly: "Okay, Master, how much is it?"
"Ninety-seven."
“So expensive?”
Just as he was about to bargain, Jun Mohan had already taken out a hundred yuan and handed it to the driver, "No need for change, thank you for bringing us here."
The two got out of the car immediately. Wen Xin suddenly thought of something and said hurriedly, "Uncle, wait a moment. I'll ask the driver to wait for us here, otherwise there will be no car when we come back."
Seeing that she was about to leave, Jun Mohan hurriedly said, "I have my own way to come back. I don't want to ride this car again."
Wen Xin frowned, thinking that he was here to accompany her, and agreed.
The two walked forward. The mountain road was narrow with a mountain on the right and a cliff on the left. There was a road under construction not far away and it was a mess. It was already dawn.
Wen Xin was walking in front, and was very unhappy with his stern face all morning. She said calmly, "Uncle, I know you dislike the dirty car, but isn't this an emergency? You kept a straight face all the way, and the drivers were afraid of you."
"Let's buy a car!"
Jun Mohan didn't want to be lectured by her, so he changed the subject.
It’s not that Wen Xin has never thought about buying a car, but they have no money now, and he only has 50,000 or 60,000 yuan, which is not enough for the down payment. Even buying a cheap car is not easy, so she has never thought about buying a car.
What's more, she has not yet persuaded Zhang Jianjun's adoptive parents to donate bone marrow, which might cost them 300,000 yuan. She doesn't know how to borrow that money, so she can't help him.
She turned around and walked backwards, apologetically saying, "I'm sorry, if you hadn't married me, your 400,000 yuan would have been enough to buy a car. I can't help you in this situation now."
Jun Mohan, "No need for your help, I will lend some money to Mo Xiao."
"Um!"
Wen Xin was about to turn around when she stepped on a stone and almost fell. Jun Mohan's eyes tightened, and he was so scared that his heart tightened, and he hurried forward.
Wen Xin was still in shock when she finally landed steadily in his arms. She looked at the cliff next to her and was so scared that she spoke incoherently, "Thank you, I almost...almost fell down."
Jun Mohan was also frightened by her. He lowered his head to meet her gaze. Seeing that the two of them were in an ambiguous posture and her hands were tightly grasping his chest, he blushed and subconsciously spread his hands.
Wen Xin fell hard on her butt.
"Ouch! It hurts so much, uncle, are you crazy?"
Wen Xin stood up while brushing off the dust on her butt. Jun Mohan blushed and said proudly, "Who told you to rely on me and not get up?"
"I didn't react. How petty."
The two of them cursed at each other for a few words and then walked quickly towards the mountain.
After walking for nearly half an hour, they finally saw the archway of the Butcher Village. Wen Xin was overjoyed and leaned against the archway to wave to Jun Mohan who was lagging behind, "Uncle, we're finally here."
The mountains were very quiet at this time, the sun was shining down, and bursts of bird calls came from the trees behind me.
The roads in the village are lined with golden rice, and there is a scent of rice in the air, as well as the sound of frogs. In the fields, there are people wearing hats harvesting rice.
A peaceful scene.
It was Jun Mohan’s first time in the village and he felt the air was very fresh. He couldn’t help but take a few deep breaths.
Wen Xin didn't have time to appreciate the scenery. She glanced at the time and it was about ten o'clock. She hurriedly called out to an aunt in the field, "Aunt, can you tell me how to get to Zhang Jianjun's house?"
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