After having dinner with Shen Mubai and going home, Qiao Ran sat at the computer desk in the bedroom after washing up and wrote copywriting information about the HOT project, when there was a knock on the door behind him.

"Come in!" Qiao Ran responded lightly.

The door was pushed open, her face was red, and Song Wanqing, who was a little vain, walked in with a smell of alcohol.

"You came back early, you even took a shower, you think that with the HOT project, you don't need to develop other projects, you will be kicked out of the company by me sooner or later." Song Wanqing smiled defiantly.

"It seems that you won a big project today, and you came to me to show off your might." Qiao Ran said with a disdainful smile.

"I signed a 500 million project for the company today, 500 million!" Song Wanqing gestured a five-character gesture with her hand: "On the contrary, your HOT project does not make a penny for the company, and the company has to post money into it." ”

It is true that the HOT project is not profitable now, but this project has made the Song Group's brand internationally famous and seen by overseas consumers, and this invisible money is immeasurable.

"The company is not a fool, the HOT project is not profitable, and the company's leaders will not agree to start the project, you signed a small order of 500 million, and there is nothing to show off." Qiao Ran sneered.

"500 million is still called a small order? Qiao Ran, are you rich? Song Wanqing looked at Qiao Ran with disdain.

"Richer than you!"

"Haha!" Song Wanqing is like hearing the funniest joke in the world: "Richer than me? Do you dream? I will marry Shi Mo soon, and then I will be Mrs. Wen with a status of trillions, and you are richer than me? ”

"Not to mention how much of the trillion-dollar valuation of the Wen Group is distributed to you, whether you can become Mrs. Wen is another matter!" Qiao Ran looked at the information on the computer and said without raising his head.

"Just because you want to snatch Shimo too? You didn't snatch Shi Mo's love for me when Mrs. Wen was three years old, and now that I'm awake, it's even more impossible for you to snatch Shi Mo away from me. ”

Regarding Wen Shimo's love for her, Song Wanqing is 100% confident.

"What is there to grab from an old man who has been in use for three years? If you like me, I gave it to you, but I said that you didn't want to be Mrs. Wen. ”

"Just because you want to kill me?"

"You don't deserve to get my hands dirty."

Song Wanqing saw that Qiao Ran was looking at the computer the whole time, and she didn't take her seriously at all, so she was immediately furious, and she raised her hand to hit Qiao Ran.

When her hand was about to hit Qiao Ran's face, Qiao Ran grabbed her wrist.

"When I went to the hospital to review the injury in the afternoon, I saw Zhou Yu hurriedly entering the inpatient building, do you have time to be drunk here, or do you care about whether your beloved Wen Shimo has some ulterior terminal illness!"

After Qiao Ran finished speaking, she shook off Song Wanqing's hand and picked up a wet towel to wipe her hands, as if she had touched something dirty.

In the face of Qiao Ran's humiliation, Song Wanqing couldn't care about anything, and the wine in her body was half awake, and she hurriedly ran out of Qiao Ran's bedroom.

……

In the hospital ward, Wen Shimo sat on the hospital bed, holding an economic book in his hand, and he was faintly looking forward to something!

When I heard the sound of the door opening, my heart beat a few times, and when I saw the face full of worry written on it that rushed in, my heart instantly calmed down.

"Wanqing, why are you here?"

"Are you really hospitalized? Why are you lying to me that you went abroad? If it weren't for chatting with Xiao Ran at night, she said that she would review the injury and see Zhou Yu appear in the hospital, I didn't know that your injuries were so serious that you needed to be hospitalized. ”

Song Wanqing staggered to Wen Shimo with tears in her eyes, and her voice was choked with distress.

The pungent smell of wine on Song Wanqing's body made Wen Shimo's good-looking brows frown slightly.

Qiao Ran, you mouthy woman!

"With a little injury, I can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, I don't want you to worry, so I didn't tell you." Wen Shimo endured the disgust in his heart for the smell of wine, and said softly.

"Blame me for being careless, Yu Yuan only hit it three times, and he kept shouting that his arm hurts, you hit the door so much, how can it be a little injury, let me see how your injury is." Song Wanqing said that she was going to take off Wen Shimo's clothes.

"Don't look, I'm fine." Wen Shimo took Song Wanqing's hand to stop it.

"I didn't accompany you when you were hospitalized, and I already blamed myself, can you just let me take a look?" Song Wanqing's eyes begged.

Wen Shimo couldn't refuse Song Wanqing's begging, and any Song Wanqing pulled his clothes.

There is still black green on the shoulders on both sides, but it is already half better, and what is exposed in front of Song Wanqing's eyes is Wen Shimo's sturdy and tight figure, and the lines are full of male strength, and Song Wanqing, who has drunk a lot of wine, is a little short of breath.

"I'm relieved to see you're okay." Song Wanqing said, her delicate fingers gently and softly roamed Wen Shimo's skin.

Wen Shimo's heart immediately swelled up with a touch of repulsion, and he hurriedly put on his clothes.

"It's a little cold."

Song Wanqing, who was a little embarrassed, hurriedly echoed: "Yes, it's cold now, and I can't freeze." ”

"Are you hungry right now? I'll go to the kitchen and make you some supper! Song Wanqing transferred her embarrassment and wanted to perform a virtuous side in front of Wen Shimo.

"I'm not hungry, it's not early, I'm fine, you go back and rest!"

"No, you are injured and hospitalized, as your fiancée, I should stay here to take care of you, you wait for me, I will make you a bowl of noodles, and it will be fine soon."

Through the glass, Wen Shimo saw Song Wanqing's skillful and busy figure in the kitchen.

Song Wanqing can cook, and when she fell in love, Song Wanqing often took the meals she cooked herself to the company to eat with him.

At that time, he thought that Song Wanqing's cooking was the best in the world.

It wasn't until I ate Qiao Ran's dishes that I knew that the really delicious dishes had a different taste.

Thinking of this, Wen Shimo was shocked, what was he thinking?

He actually compared Qiao Ran's scheming woman with Wan Qing.

How can she be compared to Wanqing?

Half an hour later.

Song Wanqing took a bowl of beef noodles with tomatoes that looked full of color and flavor and placed it on the small square table on Wen Shimo's hospital bed.

"I haven't cooked for you for three years, don't laugh if your skills are not good." Song Wanqing smiled a little embarrassedly.

"You cook for me with your heart, it's too late for me to be happy, how can I laugh!" Wen Shimo picked up chopsticks and sandwiched a slice of beef.

The fishy and hard beef was suddenly stuck on the tip of the tongue, and there was no desire to chew it again.

Qiao Ran also often makes beef noodles for him to eat, but the beef processed by Qiao Ran does not have a fishy smell, and the smooth and tender beef is sliced across the tip of the tongue, which is a delicious enjoyment.

Also, even Cheng Zhiyuan, a food connoisseur, was full of praise for eating Qiao Ran's dishes a few times, and he was fed by Qiao Ran for three years, how could he easily accept other people's cooking.

Song Wanqing is no one else, she is the future wife he wants to marry home and protect with his life.

No matter how bad it is, he has to insist on eating it.

"How's it going, is it delicious?" Song Wanqing asked expectantly.

"It's delicious, and what you make is the best in the world." Wen Shimo said against his will.

Song Wanqing smiled shyly, sure enough, in Wen Shimo's heart, she did the best.

"I've been making it for you since then."

"You don't have to work so hard, you just have to be happy."

"Being with you is the greatest happiness, Amo, when you are discharged from the hospital, let's get married, I want to stay by your side every day and take care of you personally." Song Wanqing looked at Wen Shimo affectionately, her voice was gentle and delicate.

Wen Shimo took the hand of chopsticks, he has only been divorced for more than a month, and now he is entering marriage, he really hasn't made this psychological preparation.