"Alas! Xiaorou, I didn't mean to escape, it's just that I..." In the middle of the night, Zhao Junlie was in the Zhao family's study, busy sorting out the list of clients. For the first time, he was afraid of losing Xiaorou's heart and murmured Talk to yourself°
A dignified grown man still suffers from urinary incontinence when he goes to junior high school. What a terrible joke.
Ever since he was young, Zhao Junlie has been understanding people affairs. Ever since he can remember, he has been under invisible pressure, which is nothing more than not having fun, having to have the demeanor of a leader, and becoming the heir to the Zhao family and the future CEO successor. Therefore, it is necessary and natural to lose the leisurely and happy childhood.
"Xiaorou, my Xiaorou!" He and Mo Xiaorou are currently an unmarried couple. Mo Xiaorou lives in a six-story apartment for single women.
After get off work, he would not go back to the Zhao family villa. He would always stay at Noila Mo's residence, drink English afternoon tea, kill time, and chat about everyday things.
Deep down in his heart, he cares about what Xiaorou thinks of him as his fiancé, and he really doesn't want to show weakness in front of her and cause embarrassment.
"Ding dong ding dong°" Someone rings the doorbell°
Zhao Junlie went to greet him and saw Xiaorou's figure through the cat's eye hole.
"Why are you here?"
"I miss you, I really miss you." Noila Mo held a thermos in her hand and smiled sweetly, "I made mushroom and chicken soup and drink it while it's hot."
"Xiaorou, I'm so happy!" Zhao Junlie happily accepted the mushroom and chicken soup poured into the bowl and drank it one mouthful after another.
They looked at each other affectionately, filled with love, and soon Mo Xiaorou decided to tell him that she invited Jiang Rongrong to her residence for dinner, hoping that Zhao Junlie could meet at the scene, and the conversation would be normal.
"I don't see her. She and I are just the stranger relatives." Zhao Junlie's face was solemn and his eyes were not smiling.
"Jun Lie, you..." Mo Xiaorou's voice was a little sharp°
"Okay! I will meet and chat with her. Are you satisfied now? My dear wife°"
"Yeah." Mo Xiaorou didn't want to push Jun Lie too hard, because she did act as a peacemaker between Jiang Rongrong and Zhao Junlie.
Afterwards, the two of them were playing chess and had a great time.
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Jiang Rongrong chose several styles of popular evening gowns with puffy sleeves at the specialty clothing store in Breeze Plaza. This was a gift she planned to give to her daughter-in-law, Mo Xiaorou, and maybe it would be the last time.
After all, she got liver cancer and only had two months left to live.
Facing his adoptive mother Jiang Rongrong, who was once ashamed of him, Zhao Junlie chose to treat her coldly. He would not forgive Jiang Rongrong, a vicious woman.
Jiang Rongrong is the biggest disaster in his life. She is not qualified to be Xiaorou's mother-in-law.
He will not let Jiang Rongrong get close to his Xiaorou. Xiaorou is too gentle and considerate and does not understand the dangers of the human heart, so he wants to protect Xiaorou and prevent Jiang Rongrong from hurting Xiaorou.
"I also want to choose a bow belt that matches the white gauze skirt." Jiang Rongrong's plain voice rose again.
She thought of her adopted son Zhao Junlie, and sighed helplessly. Her past mistakes made her and current Zhao Junlie as close as enemies. He still couldn't tolerate what she did, could he forgive her?
"Two thousand five hundred yuan." The lady at the counter was responsible for the checkout and said the price of the goods slowly.
"Okay, I want to pay cash°"
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At nine-thirty in the evening, Mo Xiaorou put on a blue and white plaid apron and was cooking braised lion's head in anticipation of an unexpected few guests at tomorrow's dinner°
Zhao Junlie's adoptive mother Jiang Rongrong will have dinner with her and Junlie at her apartment.
Jun Lie, let go of your hatred! I'm always by your side! Noila Mo clasped her hands together and whispered softly to herself.
"Ding dong ding dong°" Noila Mo went to see if it was Zhao Junlie who came to her apartment in advance?
"I came early. Sorry, I was actually afraid that I would have an unpleasant conflict with Jun Lie at tomorrow's dinner."
Jiang Rongrong lowered her head and lowered her eyebrows, put on Chanel's fashionable spring clothes, and raised a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
"Mrs. Jiang, I just want to ask you something? I'm afraid Jun Lie is here, so I can't say it." Mo Xiaorou made a cup of chamomile tea and placed it in front of Jiang Rongrong, her voice was a little slow.
"How far have you gone? Why does Jun Lie hate you so much?"
"Yes. I used a bamboo whip to leave scars on his waist." Jiang Rongrong smiled coldly.
"It turns out." Mo Xiaorou covered her mouth with her hands in surprise. No wonder she was with him and saw his scars. As long as he asked about the origin, Jun Lie was very angry and sad. He quickly ended the sweet time and left her in a hurry. around°
"Child, imperfect child," she suddenly said. "Why did you hit him in such a direct way? What did Jun Lie do wrong at that time?"
"Urine incontinence°" Jiang Rongrong answered calmly°
"Why do you attack him so harshly because of this shortcoming of his?" Mo Xiaorou stood completely on Jun Lie's side and asked directly.
No wonder Junlie didn't believe in love, so he treated her ruthlessly before she lost her memory.
"If you want to settle the matter, wait until you and Jun Lie come together!" Jiang Rongrong chose to leave, and successfully set off a huge wave.
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"Hey! It's me, Xiaorou." Mo Xiaorou lowered her voice, as if she was crying.
Hearing her sad voice, Zhao Junlie was a little uneasy and asked: "Xiaorou, what's wrong with you?"
"Junlie, I believe in your heart, I love you°"
"I love you too!" Zhao Junlie spoke very gently. "Don't worry, I won't mess up tomorrow's dinner." He was afraid that she would have random thoughts.
"Yeah." Oh! Junlie, I can never repay your kindness! Noila Mo's eyes were filled with mist and she was speechless.