Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Jincheng and Wenzhou are both located in the south, where it rarely snows. But despite this, this winter is a very cold one for Mo Xuan, a second-generation rich kid.

Compared to the steaming, warm and peaceful iron pot stew in Jincheng City, the cold air in Wen City was like a slap in Mo Xuan's face.

He has always called himself "the only male in the Mo family" and has always regarded Mo Ruanruan as a tool for marriage. He never thought that his own sister, a simple woman, would be such a cruel and ruthless person.

In fact, Mo Ruanruan is indeed a very good tool for marriage alliances. Didn’t this also successfully preserve the marriage between the Mo family and the Wu family?

Even though Mo Xuan had become so corrupt, the part of the Mo family's assets that she had seized power and controlled was still safe and sound.

But Mo Xuan just wouldn't accept it.

He just had a girlfriend abroad and hoped that she would marry him, so how come he suddenly became so unpopular that he couldn't even sit at the poker table?

Thinking of the sarcastic words and foolish looks from the company's veterans, the fire in Mo Xuan's heart burned like a prairie fire.

Those sinister ideas took advantage of this opportunity and flooded into my mind.

One has to walk his own path.

The reason why shortcuts are called shortcuts is because most ordinary people will be discouraged by the rolling stones and quagmires on the shortcut road.

Mo Xuan, who was forced to spend the New Year in the detention center, had no regrets at all.

He didn't take this life seriously at all. After all, his parents would definitely hire the best lawyer to defend him.

At this moment, there were only two thoughts in his mind.

The first thought was that he should have sold Mo Ruanruan early in exchange for resources to help the family, or when he came back from abroad, he should have placed Jin Xiaowan as a lover outside and married Wu Zhenming.

The second thought was that when he got out, he must find someone to deal with Mo Ruanruan.

We must not allow his good sister to continue to act so arrogantly.

Coincidentally, Mo Ruanruan thought so too.

Mo Ruanruan had quit smoking for a long time, but on the day when Mo Xuan got into trouble, she couldn't help but go downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes. She just lit up one by one. She didn't smoke, but watched the pack of cigarettes burn out little by little as if she was burning incense.

When Wu Zhenming returned home from get off work, he saw Mo Ruanruan leaning on a soft chair in a smoke-filled environment, staring at the cigarette butt in the ashtray in a daze.

Seeing Wu Zhenming, Mo Ruanruan subconsciously said: "I didn't smoke it, I just lit it and took a look."

Of course Wu Zhenming believed what she said.

"Today, the people below have compiled Mo Xuan's affairs into a news release, and it will be on TV tonight." Wu Zhenming took off his coat and hung it up, walked over to sit next to her, and reached out to hold Mo Ruanruan's hand, "Is there anything I can do?"

Mo Ruanruan was stunned for a moment, then she leaned forward, grabbed Wu Zhenming's hand, and stopped him, saying, "Don't do anything. Don't get involved in anything related to him."

Wu Zhenming looked at Mo Ruanruan with worry in his eyes and pulled her to his side: "Are you worried that you will be soft-hearted?"

Mo Ruanruan kept her head down and did not notice Wu Zhenming's expression at the moment.

She rested her head on Wu Zhenming's legs, and her body and mind relaxed a little: "No, I'm just afraid of dirtying your hands. You've helped me enough. Don't get involved in these disputes."

Wu Zhenming was a ray of light in her darkest moments, reaching out to her, awakening her personality, and becoming her helper.

Mo Ruanruan didn't want Wu Zhenming to dirty his hands.

Mo Ruanruan lay in Wu Zhenming's arms for a long time, and Wu Zhenming gently stroked her hair all the time.

After a long while, Mo Ruanruan finally recovered from her fragile mood. She sat up, looked at Wu Zhenming, and said word by word: "People always have to pay the price for their arrogance and prejudice."

"I will definitely send him to jail."

Wu Zhenming looked at her in silence for a moment, then raised his lips slightly: "Okay. I'll open a bottle of champagne for you to celebrate."

The mood between the two was just right, but the property hotline suddenly rang.

Wu Zhenming lay on his back on the soft sofa and reached out to answer the phone: "Hello."

The voice from the property manager Xiao An was: "Ms. Wu, there is a couple at the reception center who would like to visit you. The man's last name is Mo."

Wu Zhenming covered the microphone and said to Mo Ruanruan in his arms: "Your parents are here."

Mo Ruanruan sat up, her eyes and tone revealing a sharp coldness: "Let them come over. It happens, I also want to know what they think about this matter."

Wu Zhenming nodded, said a few words to the person on the other end of the phone, and quickly hung up.

"Didn't they call you before they came?"

"No. Maybe they knew I wouldn't answer the phone, so they came here directly." Mo Ruanruan stood up. "It's not appropriate to meet people dressed like this. I'll go change my clothes and meet them in the study later."

Wu Zhenming was attracted by Mo Runrun's emotions as soon as he got off work, and only now did he notice what she was wearing.

It's so funny. It's indeed not suitable to wear clothes that can be met by strangers.

It was a pair of plush pajamas with a black cat cartoon pattern. Wu Zhenming brought it for her when he returned from a business trip abroad last month. It felt great to touch and wear.

However, who can tell for sure whether a person is a cat or a leopard?

Mo Ruanruan saw her looking at him with a smile, and she also reached out and touched her clothes: "The cute side should be kept for our own people."

Mo Ruanruan's unlovable side soon emerged.

After changing into her professional attire, she exuded an aura that said "don't get close to me".

When the Mo couple arrived, Mo Ruanruan was sitting in front of the computer in the study, doing nothing. When she saw the nanny leading them in, she casually got up to boil water and make tea.

"Who has time to drink your tea! Do you know anything about your brother's affairs?" Mrs. Mo said to her bluntly.

"I know, how could I not know? Who in the whole Wen City doesn't know that the eldest son of the Mo family was put in jail for doing this kind of business?" Mo Ruanruan didn't even make tea, and simply leaned back on the leather sofa in the study room, looking like a piece of meat on the chopping block.

"You know?! You know and yet you're still sitting here doing nothing? Why don't you go help find a lawyer—" Mrs. Mo's voice was particularly sharp, like a hen with a stuck neck.

"Help me find a lawyer?" Mo Ruanruan smiled. She looked up and down at Mrs. Mo and her father, who had never spoken a word since they entered the door, with a scrutinizing gaze.

Just when the two were about to lose their temper, Mo Ruanruan spoke first: "Mom, you'd better control your temper. After all, the owner of this house is surnamed Wu, and your daughter is just a tool for forced marriage."

Who would believe this? Their wedding was known to everyone in the industry.

Mr. Mo looked at Mo Ruanruan with a gloomy expression, "Ruanruan, stop making trouble. No matter what, he is still your brother."

Mo Ruanruan's smile widened: "Brother? Ah, if you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten. If it weren't for brother insisting on being with that Miss Jin, such a good thing wouldn't have been my turn."

Without waiting for the couple to speak again, Mo Ruanruan looked at the door of the study and said in a tender voice, "Wife, my parents want to find a lawyer for Mo Xuan. Are you willing to help?"

Mo Ruanruan's sweet voice of "wife" excited the couple so much that they almost felt their souls fly out of their bodies.

If we talk about who hates Mo Xuan the most in the wealthy circle of Wenzhou City, it must be the Wu family.

A good daughter, because of the bad things your son of the Mo family did, she directly found a woman to marry, and this woman turned out to be from your Mo family. Who can she complain to???

There is nothing you can do about your daughter and daughter-in-law, they are already members of your family, but what about your son from the Mo family...haha.

Wu Zhenming walked into the study silently wearing her soft rabbit fur slippers. She was wearing a wool knitted skirt that made her look gentle and soft, but for no reason, the Mo couple who were sitting opposite her felt a strange sense of fear.

Oh, maybe I still feel a little guilty, but I just don’t dare to show it.

Wu Zhenming slowly approached with a cup of tea, and sat down next to Mo Ruanruan in an elegant manner: "We are all family, of course we can help with the young master of the Mo family."

Wu Zhenming's tone was as gentle as ever, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but underneath this gentle face, he concealed a very sharp edge: "Finding a lawyer is no big deal. It's not impossible for the Wu family to come forward. If you two are willing, why not let me do it for you."

However, since it is the Wu family who is looking for a lawyer, then what kind of lawyer to find and what kind of defense to make are all decided by the Wu family.

Mo Ruanruan looked at Wu Zhenming. Although she didn't know what her wife was planning, she absolutely believed that Wu Zhenming would not harm her.

Mrs. Mo just smiled with satisfaction, but Father Mo beside her understood the deep meaning of Wu Zhenming's words and immediately flew into a rage: "How dare you?!"

"I don't understand what you mean." Wu Zhenming put the cup in Mo Ruanruan's cold hand and said leisurely, "Since you two came to me for help, and I agreed, isn't this a happy ending for everyone? How come I just agreed and you turned against me again?"

Father Mo pointed at Wu Zhenming and shouted angrily: "You are looking at me and I don't know what you are planning! You——"

"Uncle Mo!" A young man's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the dispute.

"Uncle Mo, do you think that there is no one left in our Wu family, and that you are allowed to come and bully us like this?" When Wu Qiming arrived, he ran into Father Mo, who was pointing at Wu Zhenming's nose and scolding him. "I also advise you that you can have as many sons as you want, but if they don't live up to expectations, they will cause trouble to you two old people. But if you say this nonsense... hehe."

The Mo family has always looked up to the Wu family for their ability to rise to the upper class. As the head of a patriarchal family, Wu Qiming's identity is still very intimidating in the eyes of the Mo couple.

Father Mo couldn't help feeling guilty when he heard this. He quickly retracted his finger and stammered, "That's not what I meant."

Wu Zhenming glanced at his brother with encouragement in his eyes. When his gaze returned to Mo's father, his tone was not so friendly: "Mr. Mo, no one is a fool. Before you speak, you'd better consider whether you have the capital to make a request."

Mo Ruanruan sat quietly aside, completely ignoring Mrs. Mo's pleading look.

She looked at Wu Zhenming with a sarcastic smile, and then at Wu Qiming with an angry face who was fighting for her. For the first time in her life, she had the concept of family, and a strange sour feeling surged in her heart.

The backs of the Mo couple as they left were particularly desolate. Mo Ruanruan softened almost the moment the door closed, and leaned against the pillow holding the cup, remaining silent.

"Didn't you go out with the eldest daughter of the Murong family?" Wu Zhenming looked at Wu Qiming.

After not seeing him for a few days, this kid has become stronger again.

If Song Pingqing were here, he would have to say: no matter what kind of animal grandma raises, it will always be strong and healthy.

Of course Wu Qiming didn't say this directly when chatting in the group. Instead, he complained that he had gone there to support his sister and her wife, but was kicked out by his sister.

If Shen Ci hadn't stopped him, he might have said a few more words about women's hearts being as unfathomable as the sea.

However, Song Pingqing and Murong Xue had no time to deal with Wu Qiming's cyber madness. Without Song Pingqing's knowledge, Murong Xue actually ordered a double-layer birthday cake for her.

The clay pot stew had just been cooked and served when a handsome young man in a black tuxedo, with a good appearance and good temperament, knocked on the door of the box.

Song Pingqing was wondering when the waiters in the restaurant became so polite. After all, such polite service behavior was not quite in line with a small restaurant like Diguodun with a smoky atmosphere.

As a result, Murong Xue put down her milk tea first and cleared her throat: "Come in."

Before Song Pingqing had time to think about what surprise or trick the young lady had prepared, he turned around and saw a waiter in a tuxedo who was as handsome as a male model. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

What? She was only twelve years old, and Murong Xue gave her a male model as a birthday present? ? ?

Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing and said, "It's your birthday, so I ordered a cake for you. Besides the cakes made by the pastry chef at home, I've only eaten cakes from this restaurant in Jincheng. Try it and see if you like it."

Oh...she was overthinking it.

The cake box that the male model was carrying was pure black, just like his clothes. Song Pingqing looked at it for a long time but couldn't make out any logo. He just felt that the way the male model took out the cake looked good, as if he had received professional training.

Song Pingqing stared at the cake, but a very subtle sentence emerged in his mind: I have money! I don't spend it! I save it to buy eight male models to dance for my girlfriend~~!

I don’t know if Murong Xue will really choose eight male models for her when they grow up.

Ah - in fact, it is not necessary for Murong Xue to come. Maybe the little male star in Wu Qiming's family will be willing to come forward and show his courtesy to the descendants of these capitalists.

Whenever Song Pingqing imagined that scene, he felt that the image was particularly luxurious.

Murong Xue didn't know what strange things Song Pingqing was imagining, but she noticed that her cheeks were flushed for no apparent reason. She said "tsk" in dissatisfaction and waved her hand in front of her eyes: "Come back to your senses, do you want me to light the candles for you myself?"

Song Pingqing immediately retracted all his YY thoughts and instantly returned to his serious follower status: "Children should not play with fire, or they will wet the bed!"

Murong Xue: ??? Who did you say peed the kang?

The "male model" who delivered the cake: What I mean is that only I can light the candles on this cake.