Chapter 179

Hung up the phone, Tang Xinyue looked at the mobile phone screen, what came to mind, lips slowly.

She can't get close to Xiuchen, even closer to wenyiyi's body, but it doesn't mean that others can't either.

For example, Wen Ruchu.

That woman looks good is good-looking, that is, her brain is short of tendons, and she doesn't think about the consequences of anything and doesn't go through the brain.

Instead of kicking Wen Yiyi away from Xiuchen, it's better Take advantage of Wen Ruchu's hand to get rid of Wen Yiyi.

If things go well, maybe we can kill two birds with one stone and get rid of Wen Yiyi and Wen Ruchu.

Thinking of this, the smile on Tang Xinyue's face is getting bigger and bigger. He was angry by Mo Qingling before, but now he is in a bad mood.

Tang Xinyue closed her eyes and began to take a rest.

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Mo Qingling drives Wen Yiyi and Mo Xiuchen back to the villa and goes back to her side.

So the villa of so big has Wen Yiyi and Mo Xiuchen two people only.

I took the suitcase back to my bedroom and put it in order. It was about 3:30 p.m. when I went downstairs.

Mo Xiuchen is sitting on the sofa looking at the documents. He hasn't been in the company these days. There are a lot more documents, just sent by the secretary.

His black silk suit had been replaced, and he was wearing a dark gray home suit, a pair of eyeglass frames without lenses, staring at the documents in his hand.

The light from the living room on his face faded the cold breath from him, but added a little gentleness.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mo Xiuchen looked up at Wen Yiyi, then lowered his head and looked at the documents in his hand. His slender fingers twisted a page and turned it over. His thin lips gently opened: "hungry, cook the noodles for me."

"Oh." Wen Yiyi nodded, put the design draft and pen in his hand on the tea table, turned and went to the kitchen to cook noodles for him.

After several hours on the plane, although I had a plane meal on the way, I was still very hungry. Wen Yiyi made a meal for two people, one big one and the other small one.

She came out with two bowls of noodles in ten minutes.

Mo Xiuchen still keeps the posture when she enters the kitchen, and doesn't move.

Put the noodles down on the tea table. Wen Yiyi blew his hand, which was a little sore. He handed the chopsticks to him and said, "here."

Mo Xiuchen took a look at her, put down the document, took the chopsticks she handed, and ate them gracefully and slowly.

Wen Yiyi is sitting cross legged on the fluffy carpet, eating noodles while painting manuscripts.

I've been playing with Mo Xiuchen a little bit these days. I go out every morning and go back to the hotel at night. When I get back to the hotel, I have to be squeezed by him once. When I get tired, I go to bed and have no time to draw.

The original plan was to draw a first draft in the next few days. As a result, nothing was finished. We have to hurry up now.

Mo Xiuchen finished the noodles in the bowl, put the bowl on the tea table, and looked up at Wen Yiyi. Then she saw her head down, her face full of serious paintings, her ruddy little mouth chewing face

His eyes sank slightly.

Wen Yiyi painted attentively, but he didn't notice that he was staring at her.

One afternoon, both of them were in the living room, looking at the documents, looking at the drawings. No one spoke, breaking the silence.

It was not until eight o'clock in the evening that Wen Yiyi drew a first draft of the ring.

She put down her pen, rubbed her aching wrist, picked up the drawing and looked at it. She saw that there was no more dissatisfaction. Then she took the mobile phone and looked at it. She found that it was eight o'clock.