Chapter 11
At 7:30 for dinner, Mo Rourou came home from get off work and ate dumplings from all over the world. Although she was the wife of a president, she still maintained the old habit of living a common life. In terms of food, clothing, housing, transportation and entertainment, she has always kept a low profile.
Zhao Junlie sent a text message an hour ago, saying that he will be home very late tonight.
Mo Rourou sent back a text message, everything was up to him, she didn't have a hard rule for him to get home from get off work on time.
At noon today, she was in the intern manager's office of the sending and receiving department, sorting out client documents, eating a bento of braised chicken drumsticks, and drinking sugar-free green tea to keep fit.
After a while, the relationship between her husband and wife with Zhao Junlie will be exposed. In almost half a month, the president and his wife will go to Japan for their honeymoon.
"Rourou, this red envelope is for you." Zhao Junlie returned home in his Cadillac, carrying a briefcase. Then, he took out a brand new red envelope bag from his briefcase.
"What are you pretending to be?" Mo Rourou suddenly felt something bad in her heart, swallowed her saliva, and spoke.
"You tip for kissing me, you are the bride who signed the contract of prostitution!" Zhao Junlie drank milk, and he was going back to the bedroom to sleep later, exhausted from work.
"In your heart, apart from the paper contract, don't you believe in my intentions?" Mo Rourou turned her head away, talking about him from left to right. Her heart hurts so much!
If there is no money to maintain the superficial relationship between the two of them, she may not even be qualified to be his president's wife.
"Mo Rourou, my heart, you should know best, I love Mo Ruyi, your sister, she is also considered by everyone to be a fantasy princess. She is my ideal wife." Zhao Junlie spit out the confession deep in his heart.
Then he went to sleep in his bedroom and the door was locked.
...
Mo Rourou's eyes were misty, and she reached out to open the red envelope, which contained a thousand yuan bill.
It turned out that her kiss of love was only worth one thousand yuan. She carried her luggage to the guest room and went to bed.
That night, Mo Rourou fell asleep crying.
...
After that, the relationship between Zhao Junlie and Mo Rourou became very delicate.
The two of them deliberately avoided each other and kept their distance. Next, Mo Rourou planned to go back to her natal family to visit relatives, and at the same time Zhao Junlie also agreed to accompany her back to Mo's house.
...
In Mo's house, Mo's mother ordered four steak dinners.
Zhao Junlie casually chatted about the cooperation plan of their two major enterprise groups, showing a tone of missing Mo Ruyi in his speech.
"Ruyi's news has been settled, remember to let me know."
"Yes. We will." The Mo family said in unison.
Mo Rourou quietly bit the beef, she was in a bad mood, her love was measured by money, it was really ridiculous and sad!
"Rou Rou, let your father discuss business with Jun Lie, let us mother and daughter go for a walk in the front yard!" Mother Mo held her daughter Rou Rou's hand and went outside for a walk.
The roses in the front yard were elegant and fragrant. Mo Rourou took a deep breath and smiled sweetly: "I feel much better."
"Jun Lie, is he treating you badly? When will you decide to have a baby and let us have a grandson?" Mother Mo immediately asked with sharp eyes.
"Very good. Except that he didn't share the same bed with me." Mo Rourou spoke very reservedly and did not dare to speak out about the prostitution contract.
"Zhao Junlie's body and family background are very good. It can be said that he is one in a million. A woman who can marry him will be happy." Mother Mo slowed down her speech, thinking it was strange, her soft expression seemed to cry.
"Yeah." Mo Rourou nodded quietly as usual.
...
"You didn't complain to your mother, did you?" Zhao Junlie was driving the car.
They left their parents' house in Taipei City and went to Keelung City at night.
The two of them held each other's hands, went to Keelung Temple to eat food, and ordered two fried chicken rice.
Keelung Temple is crowded with people, and there are many tourists.
"Isn't that right?" Zhao Junlie apologized.
"I've always liked Ruyi, I thought I would marry her, but..." He paused for a moment, but didn't continue.
"Anyway, I'm just inferior!" Mo Rourou knew she could only smile wryly, she couldn't do anything to promote the idea that Jun Lie would fall in love with her, and this battle of love was lost before it was attacked.
"But, I want to stay by your side, as long as I'm a contracted bride, please don't drive me away." Mo Rou softly cried out with tears.
"En. Good." Zhao Junlie stared at Rourou, turned his eyes and nodded. At present, he and Mo Rourou maintain such a relationship.