Lucky to Have You Till the End

In the dressing room.

Tang Xinyan put on her own clothes and muttered dissatisfiedly.

She is doing serious work, and it is not a nonsense. Why should he be angry with her?

She did it herself, why should she be afraid of him?

He is blatant and affectionate. When people come to see the underwear show, he is the one who should be guilty of conscience!

Besides, her marriage with him is just a cooperative relationship, and there is no emotional bondage. Why should she listen to him obediently?

Before the show is finished, her 50,000 yuan will be lost. Maybe the organizer will sue her for breach of contract——

Tang Xinyan wanted to take off her clothes and put on muliy underwear again, but when she thought of the cold and indifferent man outside, she died again.

After getting dressed, she opened the door.

There was no longer Mo Chiwei outside.

"Xiaoyan, President Mo is waiting for you outside. This is your reward." The design director of the muliy underwear show handed a paper bag with money to Tang Xinyan. "You performed very well, and I hope to cooperate again next time."

Tang Xinyan looked dazed.

She almost fell, Mo Chiwei hugged her off the stage, before finishing the next game...Is this kind of performance applauded?

The director clearly said nonsense with his eyes open!

But his name is Mo Chiwei, President Mo, maybe Mo Chiwei greeted him.

She suddenly wondered what kind of husband she married, the director of an international brand like muliy, could actually give him face!

After sending a message to Ye Ran, Tang Xinyan walked outside the show.

Mo Chiwei leaned in front of a sleek and cool Maserati, with unlit smoke between his slender fingertips, his eyes drooping, and his handsome face was covered with a faint gloom.

Although she had lingering fears for him, she knew that if he didn't let her go, she would not escape his palm.

Taking a deep breath, she walked towards him.

Mo Chiwei raised his head and looked at the woman who was standing in front of him with a smile but didn't reach the bottom of his eyes. Jian eyebrows frowned, "Is there a shortage of money?"

Tang Xinyan looked directly at his bottomless eyes, twitching the corners of her lips, "I am doing serious work. President Mo doesn't need to react so much, right? If you don't accompany your female companion, you come to me and ask me for trouble. ?"

As soon as her voice fell, his jaw was firmly clasped by his big palm, and her handsome face was close to her, only a piece of paper away, "Why, do you care about her?"

His clear and hot breath came over, she slapped her long eyes twice, turned her face away, and said unnaturally, "Why should I care about her? Your personal affairs have nothing to do with me." She patted him. Holding the palm of her jaw, "Let go."

Not only did Mo Chiwei not let go, but his other hand was wrapped around her slender waist, her thin lips almost pressed against her red lips, "Who asked you to take this show?"

Getting too close, the two of them were close to each other, and the rubbing between the thin clothes was indescribably warm.

Tang Xinyan put his hands on his chest and pushed him hard, "Wei Mo Chi, don't you want to see me anymore? Go and accompany your woman and let me go!"

"He is not my woman, he is my sister!"

Tang Xinyan was startled by pushing him.

A few seconds later, she sneered, "Love. Sister!"

Mo Chiwei narrowed his deep and sharp cold eyes, and his thin, blade-like lips coldly spit out two words, "Dear."

Dear?

Tang Xinyan thought of the woman's looks. Although they both looked very good, they didn't look alike!

Maybe one is like a mother and the other is like a father!