Blind date flash marriage, abstinent husband is the heir of a wealthy family

night.

When Gu Moshen arrived home, the house was completely new.

A newly purchased calendar is hung on the dining table, purple vines decorate the walls, cute number stickers are placed on the refrigerator, and a sunflower fruit basket is placed on the cold coffee table.

There are many more pots and pans in the kitchen.

It is completely different from the cold black and white painting style before, and even the paintings on the walls have been replaced with warm colors.

Such an arrangement shows that his wife loves life very much, so Gu Moshen was a little surprised.

He walked to the side of the painting, glanced at the signature, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

qiao...

This is what she drew by herself?

It just so happened that Wen Qiao came out of the kitchen with the ready-made shrimp smooth noodles.

"I don't know if you have had dinner, but I made something casually. Would you like to try it?"

Wen Qiao specially made shrimp smooth noodles for two, and baked some durian egg tarts. She originally planned to save them for breakfast tomorrow if Gu Moshen didn't eat them.

Gu Mo glanced deeply, the juicy prawns, served with the soup base made from shallots and bone broth, it's rare to make people have some appetite.

Gu Moshen did not refuse.

He took a sip of the soup base, and it turned out to be surprisingly good.

The meals he eats on weekdays are carefully prepared by chefs, and the Gu family's chefs are also top-notch.

This is the first time he has eaten such noodles.

Wen Qiao quietly admired his elegant appearance for a moment, then sat down quietly to eat her own meal.

Thinking of the signature painted on the wall, Gu Moshen said unhurriedly: "You painted that painting on the wall?"

Wen Qiao nodded.

A little surprise flashed across Gu Moshen's calm eyes, and then she heard her explain: "I liked drawing very much when I was a child, and I learned it for a while when my parents were around."

Gu Moshen suddenly flashed the document in front of his eyes, and then remembered that her parents seemed to have passed away when she was a child.

His tone was calm: "You draw very well, if you like it, you can stick to it."

Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment: "...do you still understand this?"

Gu Mo paused for a moment, "I heard a few words from customers when I started Didi, and I can barely understand it."

"That's not bad." Wen Qiao understood: "Although Didi has worked hard, it can get in touch with people from all walks of life."

Gu Moshen didn't answer any more.

The two of them didn't talk much, so they ate the noodles quietly, it was rare for Gu Moshen to finish a whole bowl of noodles.

After dinner, Gu Moshen handed her a card, and said indifferently: "This is a little salary I saved before, and the family's expenses will be deducted from it in the future."

"No need..." Wen Qiao subconsciously refused, but Gu Moshen put the card on the table: "Today I also ate your dinner, I don't like soft meals."

Wen Qiao didn't refuse anymore, and nodded earnestly: "Don't worry, I will keep the accounts, and I won't let you suffer."

Gu Mo pulled the corner of his mouth deeply.

There were three rooms, the master bedroom belonged to Gu Moshen, the second bedroom belonged to Wen Qiao, and the third bedroom was made into a small study by Wen Qiao.

Although Gu Moshen was blocked by the industry, Wen Qiao had heard from Uncle Gu that he also graduated from a prestigious school, and opening Didi was not a long-term solution after all.

Wen Qiao always felt that Gu Moshen would not be the one to drive Didi all his life, and if he had a study, he might always be able to make progress.

She didn't tell Gu Moshen about Wen Qiao's plan, and Gu Moshen didn't pay attention to her thoughts. Right now, he was staring at the small master bedroom and couldn't help rubbing his temples.

He had never lived in such a small room in his life.

Looking at all suffocated panic.

He glanced at Wen Qiao's second bedroom again, with a little more doubt in his eyes.

How could this woman look comfortable and at ease living in such a house.

Wen Qiao didn't pay attention to his expression. After washing the dishes, she said good night to Gu Mo, and went into her room contentedly.

the next day.

Wen Qiao made sweet potato polenta, boiled boiled eggs and fried beef patties, and left a note for Gu Moshen to let him eat when he woke up.

She took two days off from school to deal with family affairs.

Today is the birthday of best friend Chen Luo's youngest son Niao Niao, Wen Qiao had already made an appointment with Chen Luo to take Niao Niao out to play.

When Chen Luo saw her, he joked, "What have you been up to these two days? Birds miss her godmother."

Wen Qiao teased Niao Niao, and said casually, "Busy about getting married and moving."

Chen Luo almost spit out a mouthful of water, "Huh?"

Chen Luo is Wen Qiao's best friend, and Wen Qiao didn't intend to hide it from her at all, so he simply explained what happened in the past two days.

"Didi car driver..." Chen Luo frowned: "Qiao Qiao, even if you want to get married, there is no need to wrong yourself so much. You said that he was blocked by the industry, and his future future is bleak. Will this be too conditional? It's too bad, besides, you just met once and got married in a flash. In the final analysis, marriage still needs to understand each other, and it is true to have a material basis..."

Wen Qiao smiled: "I think he's pretty good. Besides, he has a degree, and he will be fine in the future. No matter how bad he is, with that face, I feel much more comfortable looking at him."

After Chen Luo heard this, she turned to think about her marriage. She and her husband have known each other for seven years, and both of them are in good condition.

For the sake of the children, and for the sake of the parents, they made chicken feathers all over the floor.

Maybe Wen Qiao could be luckier than her and meet someone who just happened to be right.

"That's right, at least you're handsome as you said, and you look happy." Thinking of this, Chen Luo became interested for a moment: "Anyway, he's running Didi, so you can ask him if he's free at noon, and we'll have lunch together Come on, let Niao Niao meet his godfather."

Wen Qiao hesitated for a moment: "Then I'll ask him."

When Wen Qiao called, Gu Moshen lost his temper in the company coldly.

He was used to being in a high position, so when he got angry, even raising his eyebrows made people tremble with fear.

After receiving Wen Qiao's call, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he quickly calmed down: "Hello?"

After Wen Qiao told him Chen Luo's thoughts, Gu Moshen responded lightly: "I see, which restaurant are you at, I will rush over there in a while."

Wen Qiao told him about Chen Luoding's restaurant, and then hung up the phone.

After a few minutes.

Gu's senior leaders and assistants wiped off their cold sweat one after another, and walked out of the president's office, all of them couldn't help but sigh:

"Who was it that called Mr. Gu just now? It seems to have saved our lives..."

Wen Qiao didn't know what happened to Gu's. She and Chen Luo took Niao Niao to the amusement park and took a taxi to the restaurant.

Chen Luo and Wen Qiao called the waiter to order, and an inattentive Niao Niao bumped into someone with an ice cream.

The man's cursing voice sounded: "You little bastard, do you know how expensive my clothes are? Can you afford to pay for them if they get dirty? Are you blind..."

The voice sounded familiar, Wen Qiao got angry and walked over, wiped away the tears for Niao Niao, protected Niao Niao behind her, and raised her eyes just in time to meet Yang Zi's eyes that instantly lit up.

"Jojo, why are you here?"