"I'm going to knit it for my father and my parents-in-law." Gong Wanâer said with a sweet expression on her face: "Of course, I will also knit a couple's woolen sweater for you and me in the end."
Liu Beibei could not take it anymore as she looked at Gong Wanâer and sighed, "You actually want to knit a woolen sweater!? No wonder your parents-in-law likes you so much. Even her daughter can't do what you do! "
"You don't understand. It is my parents-in-law who treats me well, that's why I treat them better." Thinking about Moâs Mother, Gong Wanâer felt that if her mother was still here, it would be the same.
"So, we're all going to marry into a rich family, and you're the one with the best life!" Liu Beibei sighed.
Gong Wanâer also agreed and nodded. He asked hesitantly: "What color do you think I should choose for my father, and my parents-in-law. It's too bright, not good, and black is not nice either â¦"
I think men look good in black sweaters, and your dad and your father-in-law are already old, so dark colors aren't fancy, and they even look mature and masculine. As for your mother-in-law, an elegant and noble woman wearing purple is most suitable, but this is my opinion, so you have to consider for yourself!
Liu Beibei took a photo of the Fashion magazine, showing a few reliable suggestions on how to match it.
Gong Wanâer thought about it, and felt that what Liu Beibei said was true, and decided on the color. She went to the counter, and after asking the shop assistant about it, she bought three colors of wool, which were black, gray and purple. There was also a set of straight needles that could be used in knitting sweaters.
Liu Beibei looked at her watch, it was almost three o'clock, and anxiously said: "It's almost time, let's hurry up and go over there."
"Alright."
Since it was not the peak hour, there was no traffic jam. The two arrived at the exhibition hall before three o'clock.
When Liu Beibei and Gong Wanâer entered the hall, they saw that there were already many people there. Liu Beibei said to Gong Wanâer quietly: "This photographic exhibition was sponsored by the Photography Association, and it is said that there are a few other photographic works that have won prizes."
Gong Wanâer was a little surprised, and asked curiously: "Then where did you get the tickets?"
Usually, it would be difficult to get tickets. Since Liu Beibei was not a member of the association, and even got two tickets, Gong Wanâer would definitely be shocked.
"It was given to her by a colleague. She didn't want to go, and no one wanted to buy it when she gave it to someone else. She just happened to show it to me." Liu Beibei winked at Gong Wanâer and laughed: "Look at how nice I am to you, I gave you my face and got you a ticket."
Gong Wanâer helplessly shook his head, and replied seriously: "Then I really am unable to repay you, and can only repay you with my body."
Liu Beibei's face revealed fear, "Please don't! If Boss Mo heard your words, he would probably want to kill me! "
"It's not that exaggerated!" Gong Wanâer scolded as he stared at Liu Beibei.
"Beautiful girl, if you can hide the look of that disgusting person when you say that, then I might believe you, okay?" Liu Beibei rolled his eyes, his face full of helplessness.
Gong Wanâer and Liu Beibei spoke softly as they enjoyed the exhibition, not paying attention to the other people in the hall until they heard someone call her "Mrs. Mo".
Gong Wanâer looked up and was shocked to find that the person who called her was Chen Chen's wife, Xue Qian. He did not expect to meet her again.
"Mrs. Chen, what a coincidence." Because of the matter of the Tianyi contract, Gong Wanâer was a little suspicious of Xue Qian, and felt that this meeting was too much of a coincidence. He smiled slightly, and asked without batting an eyelid: "Mistress Chen likes photography too?"
"My son likes it. Coincidentally, one of my uncles is from the Photography Association, so I took the ticket with him and brought my son here to take a look." Xue Qian smiled indifferently, and his gaze looked at Chen Hao, who was seriously looking at a work of photography not far away.
Gong Wanâer was astonished in his heart when he saw Chen Hao turn around. There was a bruise at the corner of Chen Hao's eyes.
She had some guesses in her heart, but she was not sure. Looking at Xue Qian's indifferent look, she felt a bit depressed in her heart.
"Mrs. Chen is a good mother." Gong Wanâer felt that Xue Qian should be the latter.
"I just don't want him to get hurt any more." As Xue Qian spoke, his gaze never left Chen Hao, and his eyes were gentle, filled with a maternal lustre.
Gong Wanâer did not know what to say, and could only smile faintly.
It was unknown what Xue Qian was thinking, but she suddenly sneered, and said to Gong Wanâer: "Mrs. Mo, please pay attention to the people around you."
After he finished speaking, he didn't pay attention to Gong Wanâer's reaction and directly walked over to Chen Hao.
Gong Wanâer watched as Xue Qian walked over. She frowned slightly and looked at Liu Beibei who was beside him with suspicion, "What does she mean?"
Liu Beibei was also baffled, she shook her head: "Let's continue watching the exhibition."
Gong Wanâer nodded his head. After learning photography, he naturally liked it too, without anyone disturbing him, and watched it very seriously.
Although not every work won a prize, whether it was in terms of technique or materials, they were all exceptionally outstanding. Although Gong Wanâer only needed to look at them, he felt that he had learnt a lot of things and gained some inspiration.
When he left the exhibition hall, it was already past work time, but Mo Zhaoyun did not have the phone to call him yet, so Gong Wanâer knew that he was going to work overtime again, so he was in no hurry to break up with Liu Beibei.
"My husband is working overtime. I'll accompany you to the office after dinner." Gong Wanâer said as he took out his phone and called Mo Zhi.
"Sure." Liu Beibei naturally agreed without hesitation.
After the call connected, Gong Wanâer found out from Mo Zhi that he still had not eaten, and was extremely angry. After hanging up, Gong Wanâer angrily ordered the take-out food to send to Mo Zhaoyun, then sent a text message telling him to order the take-out food. Gong Wanâer then threw the phone back in his bag, planning to ignore Mo Zhaoyun.
Liu Beibei looked at Gong Wanâer's furious look, and laughed: "Boss Mo has angered you?"
"I'm fine." Gong Wanâer snorted, and said: "When you are busy with work, you don't even remember to eat. You only mentioned him in the afternoon, and he started to sprout in the afternoon!"
"He's becoming more and more a good wife and mother!" Liu Beibei looked at Gong Wanâer sympathetically. "Come, I know there's a very tasty Xiang Restaurant nearby. I'll bring you to eat."
She pulled Gong Wanâer and left, causing Gong Wanâer to laugh, and joked: "I don't think you should do fashion anymore, going to Gourmet magazine would be even more popular, how would there be any delicious food, you are the best."
"This is different. Fashion is my hobby. Food is just an amateur." Liu Beibei replied proudly, then suddenly thought of something, and asked softly: "Are you and Boss Mo planning on having children recently?"
"Nothing happened." Gong Wanâer was a little sad. The two of them were normally very affectionate and did not take any defensive measures, but after such a long time, they were not pregnant again. She did not say anything, but she was still very anxious.
Liu Beibei only needed a glance to know what his best friend was thinking, so she consoled her softly, "What are you anxious about? "I heard that some people are fine, but they are too nervous and want a child too much. As a result, they won't be able to get pregnant!"
"Although you were previously hospitalized, your body is fine. The reason you're still alive is definitely because you think too much and feel too much pressure." Liu Beibei comforted Gong Wanâer: "Your parentage didn't say anything, if you relax, you will definitely get pregnant soon enough."
"Hopefully." Gong Wanâer knew that Liu Beibei was right, but she was slightly worried, and didn't know what she was actually worried about.
went over to the Sichuan Cuisine that Liu Beibei had mentioned and ordered a few signature dishes. As if she was fine, Gong Wanâer chatted and laughed with Liu Beibei.
On the way to the company, Gong Wanâer bought two tea cake. When he entered the office, Mo Zhaoyun was talking to Mo Zhi about something and there was the leftover takeout box on the tea table.
"Something happened at the last minute. A few suppliers are calling and saying that they have something to attend to. They will treat us to a meal at another day."
"Go and check all suppliers that are cooperating with Mohist. See if anyone else has come in contact with them." Mo Zhaoyun snorted coldly, a severe look flashing past his eyes.
"Yes."
Mo Zhi nodded and left the office.
Mo Zhaoyun heard Gong Wanâer's footsteps and raised his head to look at her, revealing a gentle smile, "How was the exhibition?"
"Not bad, they are all very powerful." Gong Wanâer praised sincerely.
Rubbing his stiff neck, Mo Zhaoyun got up and walked over to the sofa with large strides before sitting down. He wrapped Gong Wanâer in his embrace and buried his face in her neck.
"That's that difficult. Photography and painting are actually pretty similar. I need to go out and sketch, walk around, and capture the moment of beauty. I have a husband now and will be a mother in the future. How can I bear to leave my husband and children behind?" Gong Wanâer knew of his own shortcomings, so he was also aware of his own.
"Take whatever you like." Mo Zhaoyun lightly kissed Gong Wanâer's collarbone.
Gong Wanâer felt the itch, pushed Mo Zhaoyun a little, and asked: "Do you still have a lot of work?"
"Not much." Mo Zhaoyun's voice was a little hoarse. It was probably because he had not drunk water for a long time, but hearing it was a little sexy.
"Then hurry up and finish it. We'll go home." Gong Wanâer urged. He pushed Mo Zhaoyun up and poured him a cup of water.
"Feed me." Mo Zhaoyun sat at the desk, his eyes blazing.
Gong Wanâer felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by Mo Zhaoyun, especially his fiery eyes. They were invading her senses inch by inch, and the place that Mo Zhaoyun looked at seemed to be on fire, causing Gong Wanâer to feel a little afraid, but also look forward to it.
"Evening â¦" Mo Zhaoyun just sat there and loosened his tie at a casual pace. Although it was a very casual movement, he was able to make an extreme amount of enticement.
Gong Wanâer's eyes stared straight ahead, he could not help but swallow his saliva, and the fingers on which he was holding onto the cup tightened.
"Hmm?" Mo Zhaoyun slightly raised his brows, as if a doubt was emitted from his throat.