The habitual laziness on Wen Hanye’s face was condensed a little, and his eyes sharpened quietly.
“I also heard that President Wen got married because he was tired of having fun and was going to go ashore, and there happened to be a woman who loved you and married, so you chose to marry her. Mrs. Zun may not even know it. Does my husband love her or not? It’s pitiful to say…”
“Enough,” Wen Hanye suddenly interrupted him in a chill-covered tone, with a bad expression and gloomy eyebrows, “You dare to say one more word in front of her…”
“I’m not interested,” Mo Shichen smiled faintly, “I’m only interested in the woman I like, Mr. Wen, since you still care about your wife, you’d better eat with her.”
After all, he didn’t look at Wen Hanye’s face, and led Wen Zhu to another elevator.
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