The two had been playing for too long, and the bathwater was cold.
Jiang Mo took Wen Yan out of the tub, dried her body, wrapped her in a bath towel, and placed her on the bed.
Wen Yan wasn't sleepy at all. She sat on Jiang Mo again, the bath towel slipping off, revealing her fair, jade-like skin.
"Wife, it's two in the morning, aren't you going to sleep?"
"I'm not sleepy, and you're not allowed to sleep either!"
Then, Jiang Mo was miserable. He was exploited the entire night. Even with her injured foot, this woman was so insatiably thirsty!!
The next day.
Jiang Mo slept until late morning, unable to get up.
Wen Yan propped her head up with one hand, gently poking Jiang Mo's handsome face with her finger.
"Jiang Mo, there's a magazine shoot this morning. Get up, you're not allowed to sleep."
"Wife, can't you have some sympathy for me? I worked all night, without a break. Let me sleep a little longer."
Jiang Mo spoke with his eyes closed, too tired to open them.
Which wife doesn't let up all day long?
Wen Yan muttered softly, "Is it that tiring? It's just working all night, right?"
Wen Yan pinched Jiang Mo's face. "Hurry up, get up. Isn't your stamina usually very good? You're already failing after just one night?"
"I have to work every night. Even a donkey needs a break, but I haven't had a single night off, Wife, I'm really tired," Jiang Mo said helplessly.
Wen Yan felt a little guilty. "Didn't you say your constitution is strong, and you have to exercise every day?"
"Even the strongest constitution can't withstand you, Wife. Let me sleep for 10 more minutes, just the last 10 minutes."
Wen Yan kissed Jiang Mo's forehead. "Okay, I'll let you sleep a little longer. I'll postpone today's shooting schedule."
"Thank you, Wife."
Jiang Mo happily hugged his wife and fell back into a dream, sleeping until noon. Seeing the sun high in the sky, he suddenly sat up.
"Crap, crap, it's completely over. I... I have a magazine shoot today. How could I sleep until noon? Wife, why didn't you wake me up? I only needed to sleep for 10 minutes."
Jiang Mo threw on his clothes, anxiously.
Wen Yan said faintly, "Don't be so anxious. I've already told the people at the magazine shoot that you'll be there in the afternoon."
"Ah, you've already spoken for me? That's good. I'd feel bad making them wait for me all morning."
Jiang Mo breathed a sigh of relief and slowly put on his clothes.
Wen Yan sat up, not wearing a stitch of clothing.
"I was afraid you were too sleepy, so I didn't wake you up. If your condition isn't good for the afternoon shoot, it will affect the shooting's quality."
Jiang Mo averted his gaze. "Okay, Wife, I'll get you some clothes. Which one do you want to wear today?"
"Whichever one you think looks good, I'm fine with anything."
"Okay."
Jiang Mo chose a black velvet fitted dress for Wen Yan, paired with a white coat, simple yet luxurious.
"Wife, how's this outfit?"
Wen Yan's eyebrows curved slightly. "Your taste isn't bad. I'll wear this outfit today."
"Let me help you put it on. Your foot isn't convenient."
Jiang Mo personally helped his wife change her clothes, zipped up the dress, and put on the coat.
He couldn't help but praise her.
"So beautiful."
"Of course your wife is beautiful."
Wen Yan hugged Jiang Mo's neck.
The corners of Jiang Mo's mouth almost reached the back of his ears. That's right, such a beautiful wife is his, even if only temporarily.
"Okay, of course. Wife, let's go downstairs to eat. You didn't eat breakfast, are you hungry?"
"I'm alright."
Jiang Mo carried Wen Yan downstairs.
Little Tangtang was writing and drawing on the table, working very hard.
"Tangtang, what did you learn today?"
The little milk dumpling raised her head and handed the little notebook to her father.
"Daddy, Tangtang wrote 'duoduo'!"
Jiang Mo praised, "Our baby writes such beautiful characters, so pretty, keep up the good work."
"Daddy, Mommy sleep, lazy."
The milk dumpling scratched her head. Why do Daddy and Mommy sleep for so long every day?
"Mommy's foot is injured, so she needs to sleep a little longer, and Daddy stayed with Mommy to sleep a little longer," Jiang Mo said solemnly, talking nonsense.
Fortunately, Little Tangtang was too young and easily deceived, really believing her father's words.
Then, she said in a milky voice, "Daddy, Mommy not lazy."
Wen Yan secretly pinched Jiang Mo's arm.
Even deceiving a three-year-old daughter.
Jiang Mo continued to ask, "What did Tangtang eat for breakfast?"
The milk dumpling's milky voice said, "Tangtang eat bao bao, meat, drink milk."
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"So good."
"Daddy see, have grown taller?"
Jiang Mo picked up his daughter. "Who dressed you in these clothes, so pretty?"
"Auntie."
The little milk dumpling pointed to the nanny next to her.
"Daddy will comb your hair, how about our baby getting a pretty princess hairstyle today?"
"Okay! Like Daddy."
The little milk dumpling happily kissed her father's face.
She likes the hairstyle that Daddy combs for her the most, it's the prettiest!
Afternoon.
Wen Yan sat in a wheelchair, pushed by Jiang Mo.
"What's wrong, President Wen?"
"How did President Wen injure her foot?"
"President Wen, are you okay? Why is your foot injured?"
A group of the company's employees came to greet her.
Wen Yan explained, "It's nothing, I just accidentally fell, a small injury, it'll be fine in a couple of days."
"President Wen must pay more attention to safety."
Wen Yan is very popular in the company and is the most respected boss.
At this time, Luo Jinghui walked over, put his hand on the wheelchair, and looked at Jiang Mo provocatively.
"I'll push President Wen, President Wang told you to hurry up and shoot the magazine."
Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows. "It's not that urgent. I'll take President Wen to the office first, her legs and feet are not convenient."
Luo Jinghui said, "President Wen doesn't need to trouble you. I'll take her to the office. You go over there now to shoot the magazine, don't affect the progress."
The two looked at each other, seemingly with hostility.
Jiang Mo took Luo Jinghui's hand off the wheelchair.
"This little thing doesn't need to trouble you."
Of course, he'll take his wife himself.
This person's meaning couldn't be clearer. If he still couldn't see it, then he would really be an idiot.
A group of people around watched the drama.
They're going to fight, Jiang Mo and Luo Jinghui are going to fight for President Wen!!
Exciting, both of them are rising stars, and their figures are top-notch. The only difference is that Jiang Mo is taller and more handsome.
"Will they really fight? It looks so exciting."
"Probably not, President Wen is still here."
"I think there's a possibility of a fight, they both want to send President Wen."
"But I think President Wen and Jiang Mo are a better match. The two are inseparable, and Luo Jinghui is like an outsider."
Luo Jinghui smiled insincerely, "Jiang Mo, I'm also afraid of delaying your shooting schedule. Just let me do this little thing of sending Sister Wen Yan."
Jiang Mo didn't give in at all. "No need, I'll take her!"
After saying that, he pushed Wen Yan away without explanation.
A group of people looked at each other. This Jiang Mo usually seems not to compete or grab, but he didn't expect to be so strong!
