The leader saw him coming in and called out, "Qin Mo, come and toast to the CEOs."

He didn't mean any other thing, he just drank too much and wanted someone to block him off.

Qin Mo pursed his lips and walked over to toast a few bosses.

The female CEO opposite, who was about 40 years old, was very interested in him. She had been looking at him intentionally or unintentionally in the past few days. "Qin Mo, sit here and tell me about the contract you revised."

Qin Mo's face looked a little ugly. He suddenly took out his phone and spoke in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, so that everyone present could hear it. "Hello, wife. I'm entertaining people. I'll call you later."

Hearing the word "wife", the female boss was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, "You got married at such a young age?"

Qin Mo's boss probably saw something and nodded with a smile, "It's married, and we have a child. Come, Mr. Xu, I'll tell you about the contract."

When the female boss heard that they were already having a child, she felt less concerned and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about work today."

It was past ten o'clock, and Qin Mo's leader saw that they had almost finished drinking, so he asked tentatively, "Boss Xu, do you think we can sign the contract?"

"Oh, don't worry, let's talk about it tomorrow." The other party started to laugh again, obviously not wanting to sign.

Qin Mo's leader looked unhappy, but he remained calm and said, "Let's discuss it tomorrow."

…

Qin Mo was the most sober among the colleagues. He sent the leader back to the room. The leader pulled his collar, looked at him and said, "Qin Mo, don't take today's events to heart. This is your first time to discuss business, and you haven't seen many things before."

"When you have more social events in the future, you will get used to this method."

"It's normal for you to be hot-tempered when you're young, but there are many things you need to be patient about. If I reject the boss like you did today, this cooperation will most likely fail."

Qin Mo disagreed. He said word by word: "I'm married. Some things are matters of principle."

Life is about compromise, but it does not require you to compromise on matters of principle. Life never touches on matters of principle.

It’s not like he and Wen Xia haven’t had arguments before. They often quarreled in the first few years of their marriage. It was their first marriage, and they didn’t know how to deal with many things.

But he was willing to explain, and Wen Xia was willing to listen, and they talked directly to each other about where the problem lay.

That’s why we are getting along now.

Since he is married to Wen Xia, he has to be responsible for her, both in behavior and spirit.

This is the minimum respect.

And he loves his wife.

The leader is in his thirties or forties, and is already bored with marriage. He was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he looked at the young face and suddenly laughed, "Go back to sleep. Tomorrow is another tough battle. Try to sign it as soon as possible. I'll approve your leave to go back and see your wife."

Qin Mo nodded, "Thank you, leader."

Soon after returning to the room, a waiter brought porridge to the room. "Hello, sir, a lady called you earlier and ordered porridge and yogurt."

After that, she handed him an envelope and said, "This is the 2,000 yuan in cash that the lady asked us to withdraw for you. Please count it, sir."

"Thank you for your help." Qin Mo took the envelope and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

My wife always says one thing and means another. On one hand, she says she will deduct his pocket money, but on the other hand, she is worried that he doesn't have enough pocket money.

He looked at the watch. It was almost eleven o'clock and his wife should be asleep.

A few minutes later, Xia Xia's husband, who had not posted anything yet, suddenly posted something.

My wife ordered porridge and medicine.

The words were so straightforward that the dog food overflowed from the screen.

Wu Bo, a single man: …

Qin Mo, don't show off your affection every time you send a message.

Please consider me a single person and thank you for not killing me.

Pantheon: Fortunately I have a girlfriend, so I can't hold on for now, but I'm slowly getting better.

Wu Bo replied to Pan Sen: Brother, if you are not married these days, don’t show off.

This is the age of marriage.

Pan Sen replied to Wu Bo: At least better than you.

Wu Bo: What you play with are what I left over.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and tapped the screen a few times with his slender fingers: What you are playing with are what I left.

Pansen: “…”

Wu Bo: “…”

Zhao Zichuan: “…”

Quan Qiang: “…”

That’s the fucking truth.

This is so fucking hard to refute.

The whole place was sold out in seconds. Qin Mo put down his phone with satisfaction and slowly started to eat his porridge.

Within two minutes, the cell phone dinged. He took a look and his hands shook.

His father-in-law transferred money to him.

Five thousand yuan.

His father-in-law gave him money?

Before he replied, Winder sent him two words: Buy a bag.

he:"……"

…

On the afternoon of the 17th, Qin Mo got off the plane and arrived home at around 4:10. He went home to change his clothes and went to pick up his wife from school.

When he arrived at the classroom number his wife had told him, he saw Wen Xia through the window, wearing a denim skirt. Probably to make it easier for her to write, her long curly hair was pinned behind her head, with a few strands of hair hanging on her face.

She looks about the same age as a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.

A few high school boys would steal a glance or two from time to time.

The real husband raised an eyebrow and walked away to wait on the other side of the balcony.

At five o'clock, the get out of class is over. After a ten-minute break, there is another class.

Wen Xia was holding a pen and writing in the way the teacher taught her. Suddenly, a dark shadow was cast down. She subconsciously thought of Qin Mo. She turned her head and it was indeed him.

She smiled and said, "Husband."

"You still know your husband? I thought my wife was mesmerized by these words."

Qin Mo handed her the milk tea in his hand, "The pocket money you've been thinking about."

Wen Xia snorted, "Your pocket money is long gone, and you still owe me."

She moved half of the stool to him.

After Qin Mo sat down, he put his arm around her waist and said, "Wife, there are a few little bean sprouts looking at you."

Bean sprouts? Wen Xia couldn't help coughing a few times, and hit him with her crutches in a bad mood, "Qin dog, speak properly, they are the flowers of the motherland."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, "Flowers of the motherland? Then what am I?"

Wen Xia tilted her head and pretended to think seriously, "You are the big yellow flower of the motherland."

"Big yellow flower?" Qin Mo said it softly, staring at the wife of "Big yellow flower" with interest. He corrected her and said, "Big cucumber."

Wen Xia understood immediately: "..."

She coughed several times, then kicked him in the face in anger, "Get out now, I have to go to class."

Qin Mo looked at his watch. There was still one minute left before class. He stood up slowly and walked past the boys. "Is my wife pretty?"

The boys looked at him: "..."

Looks a little familiar.

Watching him go, the boy in the white short-sleeved shirt said, "He looks like the picture for the essay in the final exam."

The boy in the grey short-sleeved shirt answered, "That's him, Qin Mo, the city's top scorer that year, full marks, fuck."

"Because of him, my essay only scored 30 points. The essay topic for the final exam was really difficult. What do you mean by top scholar spirit? I have never been a top scholar, so how can I know the top scholar spirit?"

The brown boy said, "Is that the point? The point is that the girl is his wife!"

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