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Full-time housewife?
Zhuo Weilan was stunned for a moment. He put his hair behind his ears and pressed it closer. He wished he could hide himself against the door. He wanted to double-check whether he had heard correctly.
As she thought, Mo Shuang repeated it a second time. While informing the person on the phone, he also reminded Zhuo Weilan in the room, "You heard right, I'm talking about a full-time wife."
Zhuo Weilan was shocked.
She really couldn¡¯t believe that a workaholic who forgot his wife when he was busy and was happy every time he went to work would say such a thing! Could it be thatthat voice wasn't Mo Shuang?
With his mind heating up, Zhuo Weilan forgot about his anger not long ago and quickly opened the door.
Mo Shuang, who was on the phone, followed the sound and looked around. She was surprised for a moment, and then smiled softly, "I won't talk anymore, I want to accompany my wife."
Without the obstruction of the door, Zhuo Weilan clearly heard the angry roar of Father Mo on the other end of the phone.
"you¡¡"
This rebuke came to an abrupt end as Mo Shuang ruthlessly ended the call.
"Wei Lan." Mo Shuang didn't care at all about the shocking decision announced in front of his father. He raised a smile and came up to her, continuing to coax his wife. "Don't be angry. I won't do it again in the future."
Zhuo Weilan raised his hand to interrupt, "Let's not talk about this yet."
"Um?
"You said you wanted to be a full-time housewife, did you mean to make dad angry?" Zhuo
Mo Shuang smiled, "Of course I'm serious."
"" Zhuo Weilan was stunned for a few seconds. When he came back to his senses, he felt that Mo Shuang's smile was too unreal, so he raised his hand to touch his forehead.
Mo Shuang didn¡¯t mind, she smiled and pulled the collar and suggested, ¡°I¡¯m not sure about my forehead, why don¡¯t I feel it under the clothes?¡±
Because of this cunning performance, Zhuo Weilan finally knew that Mo Shuang was very clear-headed now, so he took back his hand and angrily said, "Are you kidding me!"
"No kidding." Mo Shuang replied seriously, "Of course it is more accurate to take the temperature inside."
Inside.
Zhuo Weilan noticed the accent on these two words, and deeply realized how shameless Mo Shuang was. She glared at him and said, "Let's get down to business!"
"Yeah." Mo Shuang said obediently, "What's the business?"
"Why do you want to be a full-time housewife?" Zhuo Weilan couldn't understand, "Even if you resign from the one time?"
Mo Shuang asked, "Isn't it bad to be a full-time housewife?"
Zhuo Weilan couldn't answer.
Mo Shuang did a favor and painted an ideal picture, "In the morning, I will wake you up, help you prepare the clothes you want to wear and your favorite breakfast, send you to the company, and send you meals to eat together during lunch break. In the evening I listen to you talk about work, rub your back and shoulders, and coax you to sleep"
The matter is explained in detail. In one sentence, it can be summed up as "revolving around my wife."
Zhuo Weilan felt unbelievable.
Not long ago, Mo Shuang was someone who would go home depending on her mood. He could not say a few words to her and only "communicated" in the room at night. Not long after that, he suddenly turned into a wife slave.
Zhuo Weilan had to admit that she was very moved.
Especially after I imagined that Mo Shuang was wearing a bear costume and a rabbit costume as a maid.
"Well." Zhuo Wei couldn't say any words of rejection for a moment, and his glare softened unconsciously, "But it's hard for you to be in the x group"
"It's all over. Now you are the only one who matters most." Mo Shuang calmly spoke nonsense words in a normal tone. It was awkward, but it was more natural.
Zhuo Weilan was moved by this, and his tone was no longer so tough. When he opened his mouth, he said with coquettish resentment, "I don't believe it."
Mo Shuang reached out and hugged her, "Wei Lan~"
The last note whirled around, brushing against the tip of her heart like a feather. Zhuo Weilan was so stunned that she didn't have the strength to push him away. He twisted around and complained, "I haven't forgiven you."
Mo Shuang chuckled and whispered, "There is a desk in the room."
The shameful memories came to mind. Zhuo Weilan felt her blood rising, and with a red face, she knocked off Mo Shuang's wrapped arm, "Shut up!"
Seeing that she was really angry, Mo Shuang did not come forward shamelessly and stood aside obediently.
Zhuo Weilan felt a little bit of the feeling of being the master of the family from this low-brow attitude.
It¡¯s really great.
"I want to take a nap." She immediately became addicted and lowered her face to give orders. "You find it yourself; If she likes it, will the customer like it?
Zhuo Weilan found that he had no confidence at all in this regard. After staying in the company for a long time, I have become accustomed to a way of thinking that is close to popular aesthetics. Occasionally, I will draw some designs that are against my will in order to satisfy my superiors. She didn't care at the time, but looking back now, she was surprised to find that her thoughts had been affected a lot.
She was troubled, scratching her hair and staring at the speech, and she was angry with herself: What kind of design is this!
"Weilan?" She was tossing herself alone, and Mo Shuang happened to come, knocking on the door and calling softly.
Zhuo Weilan weakly shouted, "It's not locked, please come in."
"It's time to eat." Mo Shuang saw her depressed back and helped smooth the messy hair, "What's wrong? Isn't it going well?"
Zhuo Weilan sighed, "Why is my design so bad?"
"What's wrong?" Mo Shuang didn't like to hear it. "I think it looks good."
Zhuo Weilan pursed his lips, "The customer doesn't think so."
"Am I not your customer?"
"No, you are my wife."
She said it casually, but she never thought that Mo Shuang would benefit from it.
"Yes." Mo Shuang smiled and nodded, "I am your wife."
Zhuo Weilan found that he was involved again, and squinted angrily, "We're talking about business, don't act cute."
"Okay, you tell me, I'll listen." Mo Shuang pulled up a chair and sat next to her.
Zhuo Weilan took out the note, "Look, Luo Weining introduced me to someone, but I couldn't even do the first step well. I had no confidence in my design and couldn't figure out my ideas"
"Wait a minute." Mo Shuang pointed to the words on the paper, "Is this the word Liu?"
"right."
¡°This man knows Dad, it¡¯s a waste of time to look for him.¡±
Zhuo Weilan was disappointed and was about to crumple the paper into a ball and throw it away. Then he grabbed a handful and suddenly remembered, "Luo Weining also knows dad, I"
Mo Shuang sighed, "I'm sorry, I've caused trouble for you."
"What's involved!" Zhuo Weilan couldn't bear Mo Shuang's pitiful voice and stood up, slapping the table and saying, "I don't need help from others, I can do it myself!"
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