She shouldn't be a mother now, at least she should be Teacher Wen.

First, greet the teacher, then greet your mother.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Qin Mo saw through her heart, "Teacher Wen first, then Mom Wen?"

Wen Xia had said this before.

Wen Xia: “…”

She was so angry that she said, "Can you please stop guessing what I'm thinking, Lawyer Qin? You've seriously violated my privacy!"

"Why didn't you say anything when you took off your clothes?" Qin Mo gave her a piece of meat and teased her, "Come on, replenish your wife's privacy rights."

Wen Xia: “…”

Make up for you, you son of a bitch.

After finishing his meal, it was already late, so Qin Mo took a taxi to the city to catch his flight.

After sending away the "yellow ink", Wen Xia suddenly felt that something was missing, so she signed up for a calligraphy class, a crash course that cost 2,400 yuan a month.

Wen Xia paid for two months and then started taking summer classes. She had learned some calligraphy in her previous life, so it was easy for her to learn it in this life.

During the first class, the calligraphy teacher praised her handwriting.

Qin Mo has been discussing cooperation for five or six days but there has been no progress. The other party wants to maximize their benefits. If their own interests are expanded, their own company's profits will be small, so they are definitely not willing to do that.

The two sides have been negotiating, revising cooperation plans, and discussing things like that.

Therefore, the two had no contact for five or six days, or rather, no phone call.

Basically, it was around ten o'clock when Qin Mo returned to the hotel, and Wen Xia was already asleep at that time.

He went to the other company at nine in the morning, and Wen Xia went to class at seven, so their schedules were completely separated.

After not contacting each other for a few days, the two didn't think anything was wrong, but Winder felt that something was wrong.

I have never seen them go a day without contacting each other. They called each other every weekend when I was in school.

After dinner that day, Wend put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at his daughter who was practicing calligraphy. He pushed his glasses and suddenly asked, "Did you have a fight?"

Wen Xia turned her head to look at him, "Huh?"

The next second I realized who he was talking about, Qin Mo.

She shook her head seriously, "Me and Qin Mo? No, Dad, this kind of thing is very normal. Qin Mo had been... "

Ahem, he suddenly talked about his past life, "When Qin Mo and I were studying, we didn't keep in touch for a long time."

Winder pursed his lips again, "I have something to say."

The tone clearly showed that he thought she was hiding something from him.

Wen Xia didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In the past few years, she had been secretly talking to Qin Mo on the phone, which gave Wen De a headache every time. He wished he could take the phone away from her.

Now that they stopped fighting, he started to worry again, wondering if they had had a fight.

She smiled and joked, "Dad, you won't get fat if you worry too much."

She paused and looked at Winder carefully. Perhaps because he felt relieved, his face became a little redder and he looked much softer.

She added, "But I think Dad has gained some weight recently, and I've gained weight too. It seems that Aunt Luo's food is nourishing."

Luo Yan probably wanted to take care of Ning Yan, so she found a part-time job here distributing flyers, earning 80 yuan a day, and could go home after she finished distributing them.

So I have more flexibility in my commuting time every day.

When she delivered lunch to Ning Yan at noon, she would also deliver one portion to Wen De, and then one portion to Wen Xia.

Wen Xia refused several times, but Luo Yan smiled and said it would not be troublesome to cook together, so Wen Xia had no choice but to give her the money for the food.

The two families would occasionally get together for dinner in the evening.

Wend said "hmm" and repeated, "Did you have a fight?"

"Dad, no, he's on a business trip. The other company has been refusing to sign the cooperation plan, so he got off work very late."

Wen Xia smiled and said, "Teacher Wang's child will be one month old on the 18th, so he should be able to come back."

Seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, Wend didn't ask any more questions and said, "Okay."

Then he got up and went to the kitchen to warm up the milk and placed it in front of Wen Xia. Without saying anything, he sat back on the sofa and picked up the newspaper to read again.

Write with her.

Wen Xia took a sip of warm milk and flattered him with a smile, "Dad is the best in the world, and children with dads are like treasures."

Winder didn't know how to respond to her sweet words and habitually didn't answer.

We were just talking about Qin Mo, and now he called me.

Wen Xia freed one hand to answer the phone. Before she could say anything, she heard a noisy voice. She quickly turned down the volume and asked, "Hello?"

"Wife." The noisy voice became quieter, followed by the sound of a door closing.

Wen Xia knew where he was without asking, probably in the restroom of some entertainment venue.

I'm afraid this habit is only shared by her husband.

The reason she knew this was because Zhao Zichuan called and said: Sister-in-law, is your husband constipated? Every time he wants to drink, he runs to the bathroom and only comes out after he finishes drinking.

After social events, Qin Mo often sent Zhao Zichuan home. Every time they went back, Liu Anan saw that Qin Mo was fine, but Zhao Zichuan was drunk.

She would teach Zhao Zichuan a lesson after he sobered up.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing. Her husband had done a lot of immoral things. She teased, "Does it smell good?"

"Not bad."

Qin Mo asked again: "What is my wife doing?"

"Practice calligraphy. Dad just asked you to bring more things for me when you come back."

Wen Xia glanced at Wen De from the corner of her eye and said into the phone with a smile.

Build a good relationship between your husband and father anytime and anywhere.

Hearing this, Winder opened his lips slightly and then closed them again, wanting to say no, but was afraid of hurting his daughter's kindness.

Qin Mo on the other end of the phone agreed without hesitation, "Bring it, and bring a bag back for my wife too."

"You don't even have any money, and you still have a bag, are you going to rob someone?"

Wen Xia thought of something and asked seriously, "Did you hide your private money again?"

When he heard about the private money, Winder looked at her who was biting the pen.

Qin Mo in the toilet chuckled and said without hesitation, "I'll let you search me when I get home. From top to bottom, inside and outside, anything is fine."

Wen Xia: “…”

Vulgar and perverted.

She glanced at Wend, who was reading a newspaper and probably didn't hear her. She snorted, "If you can't bring the bag back, I'll pinch your face."

"What do you say when you bring it back?"

Qin Mo didn't wait for her to answer, "Let me go?"

Wen Xia: “…”

She picked up the phone and went into the bedroom, blushing and scolding, "Shameless, can you be more serious? If dad hears you later, I'll see if you still have the face to live."

"What are you thinking, wife? I'm telling you to let me go to bed."

Qin Mo was playing word games with her. Wen Xia would never believe him. She stopped talking to him and told him, "Remember to order some porridge after you drink. Don't complain about stomachache the next day. Forget it. I'll call the front desk of your hotel. Remember to go back and eat."

Listening to his wife's nagging voice, Qin Mo's mouth corners curled up a little.

"good."

Ten minutes later, the two hung up the phone. Qin Mo walked out of the restroom and entered the private room. There were a few more young women drinking with him, and two female colleagues sat awkwardly beside him.

He frowned slightly.