Warm Marriage 100 Points: Sweet Wife, Please Be Good

"It's okay, I didn't ask you, so I rashly started the pursuit."

"Actually, what I should tell you is that I am too selfish, but now I have broken up with my boyfriend."

"Break up?" Mousse looked at Ying Mengqi in surprise, "Why?"

"Because I found out that I don't like him anymore, I was always worried that he would tell the things between us, so that my acting career might be completely over, so I kept my hands tied. I made up my mind." Ying Mengqi showed a bright smile at Mousse, "I just realized now that after we broke up, I would be so relaxed. Being with someone I don't love is really exhausting."

Looking at the smile on Ying Mengqi's face, Mousse couldn't help but think of Jiang Wenwen again. Compared with a month ago, Ying Mengqi seemed to have undergone a lot of changes.

"Let me treat you to dinner tonight, and apologize to you for the stupid things I did before."

Mousse thought of having an appointment with Zheng Xinyu tonight, so he could only say, "You don't need to eat!"

Ying Mengqi reached out her hand excitedly and grabbed Mousse's wrist: "Aren't you willing to forgive me?"

Mousse waved his hand lightly: "No, I didn't blame you."

"Then go to dinner with me. You took care of me a lot during that time. I always wanted to find a chance to thank you, but after that day, you didn't go back to the set, and I couldn't find you , I met you today by fate, if you don't agree, I can only think that you are still blaming me."

"It's really not necessary, but the things I do are what I am willing to do."

Ying Mengqi smiled heartily: "Okay, can't you be more happy, since you have already said that you don't blame me, is it so difficult to have dinner with me?"

At that moment just now, Mousse seemed to see Jiang Wenwen, and the smile on Ying Mengqi's face just now was so similar to Zhong Jiaqi's that he couldn't say a word of rejection.

"Then, let's go have dinner together!"

As the two walked towards the nearest French restaurant, Ying Mengqi asked, "By the way, why didn't you go to the set after that day?"

Ying Mengqi pretended not to know that Mu Si was the person in charge of the Mu family. She couldn't let Mu Si see her ulterior motives. Before deliberately showing up, Ying Mengqi also recorded all the information about Jiang Wenwen she had read. In my mind, try to pretend to be Jiang Wenwen.

And judging from the situation just now, the effect seems to be very good, at least Mousse promised to have dinner with her.

"And then some other things happened, so I didn't go again."

Ying Mengqi asked guiltily, "It's not because of me, is it?"

"No, I'm not Hanhan's assistant, I just want to visit him."

"Then that company just now is where you work?"

Mousse nodded.

"Knowing that you didn't quit your job because of me, I feel more at ease. After you left, I have been worried."

Mousse didn't answer Ying Mengqi's words anymore. After the two walked into the French restaurant, Ying Mengqi seemed to be a little bit less interested.

"Is this restaurant not to your taste?"

Ying Mengqi naturally likes such a high-end restaurant, but Jiang Wenwen's favorite is hot pot.

Ying Mengqi really doesn't understand how Jiang Wenwen likes to eat hot pot when the Mu family is so rich.

She waved her hand: "There is nothing I don't like, I am the one who treats you to dinner today, you can order whatever you like, I can do it."

Mousse put down the menu in his hand: "You obviously don't like it."

Ying Mengqi smiled helplessly: "Actually, I want to eat hot pot. After staying in the film crew for such a long time, I don't have time to eat hot pot at all, but I'm suffocated. But don't worry, you like it." Just fine."

"You like hot pot too?" Mousse looked at Ying Mengqi in surprise.

Ying Mengqi pretended to be puzzled and asked: "Is there anyone else who likes to eat?"

"A person who is very important to me, let's go eat hot pot!"

"You don't have to indulge me..."

"I also kind of miss the taste of hot pot."

Ying Mengqi's eyes burst out with joy, and Mousse seemed to see Jiang Wenwen's shadow in Ying Mengqi.

This time they met, Ying Mengqi seemed to be a different person from before, and she became more and more like Jiang Wenwen, who likes to eat hot pot and has a smile on her face.

Mousse was a little dazed.

"Mousse, what's wrong with you?"

It was only after Mengqi called out that Mousse came back to his senses.

"Nothing, let's go!"

After arriving at the hot pot restaurant, Ying Mengqi ordered a few things that she didn't like at all according to Jiang Wenwen's hobbies, but Mousse was sitting opposite her, even if she didn't like it, she still smiled and ordered those dishes bit by bit into his mouth.

"This blood is really super delicious."

"How do you like it?"

Ying Mengqi nodded vigorously: "Of course!"

Out of selfishness, Mousse brought Ying Mengqi to Jiang Wenwen's favorite hot pot restaurant. Unexpectedly, Ying Mengqi was not only satisfied with the hot pot restaurant, but even liked the same dishes as Jiang Wenwen.

The idea that was dismissed by Mousse some time ago, now popped up again.

If Ying Mengqi could stay by his side, maybe his longing for Jiang Wenwen would be pinned down.

"Then we can come next time!"

Ying Mengqi immediately felt a little better. It seemed that all her disguises just now were successful.

However, Jiang Wenwen is a wild girl at all, she just feels tired when acting, I really don't know how Mousse fell in love with such a girl.

Fortunately, Ying Mengqi knew in her heart that all of this was not something she should care about now. What she had to do was to play Jiang Wenwen well so that she could hold Mousse's heart in her hands, and other things had nothing to do with her.

"Mousse, are you serious? Will we really have a chance to eat hot pot together after this time?"

"Of course, as long as you want to eat, I will accompany you at any time."

Ying Mengqi smiled and said, "By the way, we've known each other for so long. I don't know your contact information yet. Can you give me one now?"

"of course can!"

Mousse picked up his phone and saw a few missed calls belonging to Zheng Xinyu. Then he remembered that he had invited Zheng Xinyu to dinner. He didn't expect to meet Ying Mengqi just as he walked out of the company building. With this face, Mousse forgot everything.

He got up and said to Meng Qi: "You eat first, I'll make a call back."

Mousse walked to the door and called Zheng Xinyu back.

"Mousse, are you coming or not?" Zheng Xinyu asked a little angrily, "Didn't you say you wanted to invite me to dinner? It's been more than an hour now, how about you?"

"Xin Yu, I'm sorry, I just encountered something, so I won't treat you to dinner today."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while: "I see!"

After Zheng Xinyu hung up the phone, Mousse was still a little dazed, feeling a little guilty.

He shouldn't have released Zheng Xinyu's pigeons, but thinking that Ying Mengqi was still waiting for him, Mousse returned to the dinner table.

Ying Mengqi clipped a piece of hairy belly for Mousse: "Did you encounter any problems at work?"

"No, just a friend."

After dinner, Ying Mengqi wanted to take a walk outside with Mousse, but Mousse refused.

Ying Mengqi stared at Mousse's back with an ugly expression. One day, she would hold Mousse firmly in her hands.

After parting from Ying Mengqi, Mousse immediately drove to Zheng Xinyu's house. He rang the doorbell twice, and the door opened from the inside. Mousse could still smell the fragrance coming from the kitchen.

"What are you doing here?" Zheng Xinyu looked at Mousse in surprise.

"I'm done with my work. I'm sorry tonight. I agreed to treat you to dinner."

Zheng Xinyu let Mousse in sideways: "You are really strange, you suddenly said that you want to invite me to dinner, and then let me go, even if you have something to do, are you so busy that you don't even have time to send me a message?" No? Do you know that I was just like a fool, waiting for you in the restaurant for over an hour. "

After finishing speaking, Zheng Xinyu realized that her tone just now seemed a little too harsh.

Mousse looked at Zheng Xinyu in astonishment: "Sorry, I really didn't know you would be so angry."

Zheng Xinyu sighed helplessly: "If you don't have time in the future, you don't have to ask me to have dinner together."

"Xin Yu, I really didn't do it on purpose."

Zheng Xinyu ignored Mousse, turned around and entered the kitchen, put the prepared dishes on the dining table, and the surroundings were immediately filled with the smell of the food. Although it was just a home-cooked dish, the smell alone was enough to make people move their index fingers.

After calling Zheng Xinyu, Mousse was a little absent-minded and didn't have the mind to eat hot pot anymore. Now that he smelled the aroma, Mousse felt a little hungry too.

"Can I have dinner with you?"

"You haven't had dinner yet?"

"I just ate a little."

Zheng Xinyu gave Mousse a pair of chopsticks: "Then sit down and eat together."

"Do you still remember the girl we met at the bar entrance?"

Zheng Xinyu thought about it seriously: "Are you talking about that woman who looks very similar to Jiang Wenwen?"

"Correct!"

"Why did you suddenly mention this?" Zheng Xinyu asked in surprise, "Could it be that you have contact with that woman again?"

Mousse nodded: "And this time, I think her personality and preferences are very similar to Wenwen's."

"Mousse, are you using someone else as a substitute?" Zheng Xinyu looked at Mousse in astonishment.

"I thought you'd understand me."

Zheng Xinyu put down the chopsticks in his hand: "I can't understand you, and I have a little sympathy for that girl."

"Don't worry, she didn't really like me either, I'll take it one step at a time."

"Mousse, I know you miss Miss Jiang very much, but you have to accept the fact that Miss Jiang has passed away and seek comfort from others. Don't you think you are going too far?"

"Why are you so excited?" Mousse said impatiently, "I just hope that someone can see me, and I also deceive myself to hope that Wenwen really comes back."