You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

Weak stamina plus battle-damaged skin.

As a result, Sheng Mumu couldn't go to the company today, so he could only work remotely on his mobile phone.

With heavy eyelids propped up, he explained the to-do matters among the large group of employees.

After eating the breakfast that Qi Mo packed, he threw himself on the bed with the word "big" and went back to sleep.

It was a very deep sleep, without dreams.

I didn't wake up until four o'clock in the afternoon.

When she opened her eyes, she was alone in the room.

A relaxing winter afternoon.

The air conditioner blows warm air outside.

The feeling of being separated from the world after the afternoon nap has not yet dissipated.

She got up and went to the window and drew the curtains.

His pupils suddenly lit up.

The earth that had been washed by the rain was reborn, and the sun was shining.

Looking far away, you can see the top of the mountain covered with snow.

Together with the clouds, the snow is turned golden by the sun.

Looking up, the world is soft and warm.

Sheng Mumu stretched leisurely.

Gollum—

My stomach growled suddenly.

I lost too much energy, and I was hungry again.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside.

Qi Mo appeared at the door in a sports outfit.

There are fine beads of sweat on the forehead, and the charcoal gray T-shirt is soaked with sweat, with uneven depth.

Sheng Mumu blinked in surprise, unable to believe it, "Are you... fit and healthy?"

Qi Mo nodded, "Yes."

He was worried that if he stayed in the room, he couldn't help but want to disturb her sleep.

Just go to exercise and pass the time.

"..." Sheng Mumu sighed softly, suppressing her speechlessness in her heart.

It's just... outrageous.

Obviously both hands and legs plus torso.

But in someone's dictionary, it seems that the word "tired" does not exist at all.

Qi Mo didn't understand the meaning of her expression, and looked at her in doubt, "?"

"It's nothing." Sheng Mumu didn't want to think about it anymore, and changed the subject, "What's for dinner? I'm hungry again."

After sleeping for a day, most of my physical strength recovered.

Since she didn't have to go to the company today and the weather turned fine again, she didn't want to stay in the room all day, eat, sleep and sleep, and wanted to go out for a walk.

Gollum—

As soon as the words fell, there was another muffled sound in the stomach.

Qi Mo moved his eyes down, stopped at her slender waist, and said slowly:

"Several business friends in Shen City organized a dinner tonight. The chef was invited from Baodao. Are you interested in trying the Southern Fujian cuisine?"

Qi Mo knew that she was definitely not interested in who would be present at the dinner, so she focused on the chef and the dishes.

"Okay! I'm going to change clothes."

Sure enough, Sheng Mumu's eyes lit up when he heard the words, he was very interested, and he agreed in a second.

While speaking, he walked towards the cloakroom.

When passing by Qi Mo, she turned slightly sideways.

Walking too fast, coupled with the sideways movement, I accidentally twisted my thigh that was still sore.

The whole person twitched, and his pace slowed down.

The man hugged her with his big palm and held her waist firmly.

The voice is magnetic and deep.

"Slower."

Sheng Mumu raised his eyes and narrowed them sharply.

I thought to myself: The old fox is pretending to be a good person, the old lady has to walk slowly because you don't know who it is!

He was cursing in his heart, and his face naturally showed disgust.

She threw her head back and pushed him.

"You're sweating, get up."

"..." Qi Mo froze his big hands and looked bewildered.

been despised.

Does it really stink?

Sheng Mumu walked away, ignoring the man behind him who was sniffing at his collar with a puzzled expression, and walked towards the cloakroom.

She chose a turtleneck cashmere sweater that hid her neckline.

He also tied a scarf to conceal it.

I put on light makeup and painted my lips with a matte red that is full of color.

Her skin is fair and delicate, as long as her lips are brightened, her whole body will be radiant.

The tiredness is well hidden.

Sheng Mumu (beautiful version) recovery progress: 70%

……

It was almost evening when we arrived at the dinner.

The waiter bowed and opened the box door for them.

The people at the table were about 40 years old, their eyes lit up when they saw Qi Mo leading a woman in.

"Mr. Qi, I finally expected you to come. I have refused to invite you for a long time. Today I finally gave face."

"Hey, this must be Mrs. Qi, right? It's the first time we meet, hello, hello."

"Ms. Qi looks even better than the photos in financial magazines, I almost didn't recognize her, hahaha."

Qi Mo couldn't hide the satisfaction between his brows, and nodded slightly, as a response, he took Sheng Mumu to his seat.

After several receptions and dinners, Sheng Mumu's social skills have improved to a higher level.

But after a while, I was able to chat happily with the wives of the bosses present.

The topics ranged from southern Fujian cuisine to the eight major Chinese cuisines, and then to the climate differences between Shenyang and Beijing.

The main one has no focus.

Talk wherever you want.

She is born with the magic power to make people like her and let her guard down naturally.

Mrs. Tang next door was several years older than her, and after chatting for a long time, she said that it was too late to meet each other. The two had similar interests, like half-sisters.

Although these words were spoken on the scene of the dinner, they more or less contained some sincerity.

Sheng Mumu smiled.

Mrs. Tang whispered to her whisper, jokingly:

"Mrs. Qi, to tell you the truth, I always thought that no matter who he marries, an outstanding and successful man like Mr. Qi will definitely be the one who will be admired by him."

Mrs. Tang squeezed out a meaningful look.

"Now I don't think so. Instead, I feel bad that you found someone ten years older than you at a young age."

Sheng Mumu was startled: "..."

She almost forgot that Qi Mo was a 38-year-old man in the eyes of others.

She laughed out loud, followed Mrs. Tang's words, and responded in a low voice:

"Mrs. Tang, you don't know about this. Isn't there a joke on the Internet, the old man is good, the old man has few things, and he has the minimum security. He is responsible for coaxing me to grow old, and I am responsible for driving the supercar."

Mrs. Tang paused for a few seconds, laughed loudly, and said repeatedly:

"Mrs. Qi, you are so interesting."

After a while, when everyone at the table was chatting about a certain topic, Sheng Mumu touched Qi Mo's elbow.

Call him: "Qi Mo."

The man looked over with lowered eyebrows, his eyes were gentle, "Huh?"

Sheng Mumu showed off her face before she could speak, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Ask at a volume that only the two of them can hear:

"At this table, I am the only one who knows that you are very young, and everyone else loves me."

The man's complexion suddenly sank, his eyes tightened:

"Small?"

Sheng Mumu was still laughing, and it took several seconds to react.

Sheng Mumu: "..."

He seemed to have misunderstood her words.

Sheng Mumu blinked and explained:

"No...not the one you think..."

"Not small."

"No... it's small."

"It's young, young..."

At this moment, her tongue and brain seemed to be separated.

The mouth always pops out one step faster than the thought.

The more carefully organized the language is, the weirder the atmosphere becomes.

In the man's dark pupils, there was a sly smile that seemed to be absent.

He already understood what she meant, but still had an expression of not understanding.

He leaned back in the chair, his slightly open long legs crossed together, sitting in a lazy and casual posture.

He stared at her with interest.

See how she makes up for it.