After Marrying the Wealthy Disabled Tyrant

Seeing that Peng Qiu's eyes turned to him, Wen Yuan was almost two big.

He knew that there was nothing good about Yang Mo's appearance, but he could understand that Yang Mo was hostile to him. Why did this strange young man look at him with thorns in his eyes?

"If you two have nothing to do, I'll go first-"

"I haven't finished my order yet." Yang Mo interrupted him with a displeased face.

Wen Yuan had to give him another menu. When he bent over, the ring and necklace hanging around his neck was exposed, Peng Qiu could see it clearly, and his face suddenly paled.

Yang Mo ordered a bunch of desserts and drinks, and reluctantly returned the menu to Wen Yuan.

"Looks like those rumors are right."

He looked at Wen Yuan's clothes, and his tone was ironic: "Qi Jinran is not satisfied with this marriage, but only because of family pressure to get engaged to you. The ring is also for outsiders to see. Is that so?"

Wen Yuan's face changed, he didn't speak, and left with the menu.

Although Yang Mo was not a good person, most of what he said was true... Wen Yuan couldn't refute it.

Back at the bakery, Wen Yuan found that Ji Hong was also there, this guy was hiding in the corner to eat the abandoned cake embryo. He smiled helplessly and patted him from behind.

"Fuck, why are you walking without a sound?" Ji Hong hurriedly swallowed the rest of his mouth.

"Are you hungry at this point?" Wen Yuan looked helpless.

Ji Hong patted the cake residue in his hand, looked left and right with a guilty conscience, and adjusted his staff uniforms.

"I'm still growing, I can't help it."

"What's so delicious about the cake embryo, I'll make you a red bean toast later, you can take it back to the dormitory to eat."

Wen Yuan knew that Ji Hong's family was not good, so he would help him in his life intentionally or unintentionally, of course, on the premise of taking care of his self-esteem.

"Brother Wen, you're the best, I'll treat you to dinner when the salary is paid!"

"Don't wait for the salary, do me a favor today."

"How?" Ji Hong became interested.

fifteen minutes later.

Ji Hong scolded his plate and went to table 5.

"Two guests, your dessert."

With a stiff smile, he put the small cakes on the plate one by one on the table.

Yang Mo raised his eyebrows when he saw it was him.

"Where's Wen Yuan? Didn't he serve us before?" He emphasized the word "service".

Ji Hong resisted the urge to roll his eyes and smirked, "Wen Yuan is not feeling well, so I will serve the two of you."

Yang Mo doesn't buy his account.

"You were fine just now, why are you suddenly uncomfortable? Your clothes don't seem to be the same as his, or I'll ask your manager to see if Wen Yuan is—"

"Sorry, I'm a little late."

Wen Yuan strode over, took the tray from Ji Hong's hand, and smiled very kindly at Yang Mo.

"This is my colleague, just passing by, don't make it difficult for the two of you."

He patted Ji Hong on the shoulder and motioned for him to go first.

Ji Hong's chest heaved a few times, resisting the urge to splash hot coffee on Yang Mo's face, turned around and went to the counter.

Yang Mo took a sip of coffee leisurely and smiled proudly.

"Why, I was stabbed with a scar, and I don't have the face to come out to meet people?"

Wen Yuanyun smiled lightly.

"Fake drama is really four words, haven't you heard of it? Qi Jinran doesn't like me now, but who knows what will happen in the future."

Hearing this sentence, Peng Qiu's expression changed slightly, and he unconsciously clenched the metal fork in his hand.

"It's you who broke up with Zhou Yunqing, and now you're spreading your grievances on me? Don't you think you're ridiculous?"

Mentioning Zhou Yunqing, Yang Mo's delicate face was a little distorted. He looked at the hot coffee on the table, and there was a gloom in his eyes.

wow.

As soon as he pushed it, the ceramic coffee cup fell from the edge of the table. Although Wen Yuan had taken precautions and took a step back, the hot liquid still splashed on his trouser legs.

"I'm sorry, please clean up and change a cup for me." Yang Mo blinked and smiled slyly.

Behind the counter, Ji Hong watched Wen Yuan bend over to pick up the pieces, his fists clenched with anger.

He gritted his teeth and was about to walk over when his arm was suddenly grabbed.

"Children, calm down."

"Who are you—"

Ji Hong was slightly taken aback when he saw the person coming. Why is this elite in a suit wearing glasses a little familiar... He seems to be Qi Jinran's assistant?

Isn't he always by Qi Jinran's side?

Now that he's here, then...

Wen Yuan picked up the large pieces of debris on the ground one by one, wrapped them in waste paper, and threw them into the trash can. He also brought a broom and mop to clean the soiled ground.

"You haven't given me new coffee yet."

Yang Mo said arrogantly.

"Sorry, we don't serve free coffee here."

A low, cold voice sounded behind him.

Seeing the person coming, Peng Qiu had a happy face and stood up hastily.

"Mr. Qi, why are you here?"

Wen Yuan turned his head and was startled when he saw Qi Jinran appear.

Is the carpet too thick? Why is this guy walking without a sound?

"BV belongs to the Qi Group. I'm here to inspect. Is there any problem?" Qi Jinran was expressionless.

"of course not."

When Peng Qiu saw Qi Jinran's response to his words, he couldn't be more excited. It seems that he often comes to the hotel under the Qi family to hang out, and it is really useful to meet the person he wants to meet without having an afternoon tea.

Seeing Peng Qiu's overjoyed expression, Wen Yuan suddenly felt relieved. It turned out that he had met Qi Jinran's admirer. No wonder the young man looked at him so badly just now.

"Show me your hand."

Wen Yuan was in a daze, his right hand was already held by the man, and he looked at it carefully.

"Aren't you hurt?" Qi Jinran's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and her tone was extraordinarily gentle.

"No, I'm quite careful."

Wen Yuan looked at Qi Jinran's face so close, and knew that Qi Jinran was acting, but his heart was still pounding. I haven't seen him for a few days. The man seems to be a little thinner than before, but his facial features are still as handsome and dazzling as ever.

Seeing this scene, Peng Qiu almost bit his silver teeth into pieces.

Obviously those rumors said that Qi Jinran and Wen Yuan were a commercial marriage and had no feelings at all, but why did Qi Jinran still appear here? And looking at Wen Yuan with this look?

"Let's get off work early today. I ordered Lvting. Don't you like the steak from that house?"

"But here..." Wen Yuan hesitated.

Qi Jinran smiled and turned to Yang Mo and Peng Qiu, the smile on his face faded instantly, and irony appeared in his eyes.

"That's all you can do? Bullying an intern?"

Peng Qiu didn't know how long Qi Jinran watched from behind, but he didn't want to leave a bad impression in front of the man, so he quickly denied: "Mr. Qi, I didn't just... Yang Mo was also careless..."

Qi Jinran looked at Yang Mo coldly.

Yang Mo clenched the tablecloth in a guilty conscience and tried to explain, "I didn't mean it either."

"Would you like to adjust the monitoring and take a look?"

Yang Mo's face turned pale: "Mr. Qi, there's no need for this."

"Apologize." Qi Jinran's tone was tough: "Otherwise, you won't want to face the consequences."

Yang Mo had heard of Qi Jinran's tactics in the business world. He never showed any sympathy to his competitors, but no one who provokes him would end well.

Under Qi Jinran's oppressive gaze, Yang Mo reluctantly stood up and lowered his head slightly.

"I am sorry."

Wen Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth and reluctantly said "um".

I have to say, I'm pretty relieved.

"Let's go." Qi Jinran took his hand again.

Through the shocked or envious glances of other hotel staff, the two went to the front hall.

When the manager saw Wen Yuan's hand being held by the big boss, everyone was stunned.

What about my distant cousin? It's clearly a boyfriend. Wen Yuan can't believe a word of this kid.

"Manager, that I might be a little earlier today..."

"It's okay, you can get off work whenever you want."

The manager turned to Qi Jinran again with a flattering face: "Mr. Qi walk slowly and be careful of the steps."

When he got into the car, Wen Yuan found that Qi Jinran was still holding his hand, and the palms of the two were sweating.

"Jin Ran..."

Qi Jinran only seemed to react, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he let go of Wen Yuan's hand.

Wen Yuan took out a wet tissue from the locker and handed it to him with a sincere face.

"Want to wipe?"

Qi Jinran looked at the package of tissues and felt a little pain in her face.

"No, I'll wait... just wash my hands."

"Oh." Wen Yuan put the tissue back, leaned on the seat, and stretched his legs.

"Speaking of which, what a coincidence, every time I encounter anything, you will appear at the first time, as if destined."

After speaking, as if afraid of Qi Jinran's misunderstanding, Wen Yuan said again: "I mean, I am very grateful to you, you have helped me a lot."

"It's nothing, I just happened to be visiting bv today."

"Then you should go to the company later, right?" Wen Yuan glanced at the road outside the window, a little surprised: "However, this road doesn't seem to be—"

"I said that I have reserved a seat in Green Court, which is true."

"what?"

"The restaurant by the lake, the steak is very delicious, you mean the green garden, right?" Qi Jinran looked at him.

Wen Yuan immediately remembered the night he had just arrived at Qi's house, he boasted about overturning the car on the phone, but Qi Jinran had written down all his preferences.

Wen Yuan's face was a little red, and he stammered "um".

Even in a formulaic way of fulfilling her fiancé's obligations, Qi Jinran was a little too good to him, and even gave him the illusion that they were really a loving couple...

Twenty minutes later, Bentley Mulsanne stopped at the door of the Green Garden Restaurant.

Qi Jinran ordered a box surrounded by a lake on three sides, surrounded by green plants, and a star-shaped night light hung from the ceiling, which was warm and comfortable.

Wen Yuan has a physique that gets hungry as soon as it is mealtime. As soon as he sits down, his stomach growls a few times.

Seeing Qi Jinran's gaze, he was a little embarrassed, and quickly pressed his stomach.

"Whatever you want to eat, order it yourself." Qi Jinran handed him the menu.

Wen Yuan ordered a medium rare filet mignon and tomato pasta, and handed the menu to Qi Jinran.

Qi Jinran glanced at him.

"That's all, is that enough?"

"It should be enough. It's not good to eat too much at night."

Qi Jinran smiled and asked the waiter to come and order.

Both of them tacitly did not mention what happened a few days ago.

Wen Yuan was cutting the steak on the plate, occasionally looking up at the man across from him.

Qi Jinran's western food etiquette can be called a textbook template. The hand holding the knife and fork is meticulous, the steak is cut neatly, and there is no noise at all.

Wen Yuan's eyes fell on the ring on his right hand, he remembered something, his ears turned red, and he immediately lowered his head.

That night, Qi Jinran just covered his mouth with his right hand... No wonder he went to the bathroom the next day to look in the mirror and found that there seemed to be a ring-shaped mark on the corner of his mouth...

No, I won't be able to eat this meal if I think about it any longer.

Wen Yuan was desperately chewing on the steak, trying to throw the image out of his mind.

"That night..."

The man opposite suddenly opened his mouth.

"I can't think of another way... I offended, I'm sorry."