Hubby, Please Spare Me

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Shen Mochen took a bottle of mineral water from the trunk, opened the lid and handed it to Shui Miaomiao.

Shui Miaomiao poured the water while looking at his slender white as jade fingers, she had the urge to pull the water out of her head.

"Mr. Shen, do you have a hobby?" Shui Miaomiao asked cautiously.

Shen Mochen glanced at her with a deep glance, something evil in her eyes, "Don't you want me to wash my hands, you flow my entire palm."

Shui Miaomiao: "..."

When the water in her head was not drained, she asked the idiot's question.

"Have you washed it? After washing it, I'm going to withdraw it." Shui Miaomiao said angrily.

"Where? I'll send you." Shen Mochen said, took a paper towel and dried his hands.

"No, I'm afraid I'll get your car dirty. I went to the police and my knife was robbed." Shui Miaomiao said with a smile.

"Get in the car, I will take you to the Public Security Bureau, anyway, it is already dirty, I will wash the car tomorrow." Shen Mochen opened the rear door.

Nima, really disgust her.

Shui Miaomiao couldn't refuse but could only get on the bus.

On the way, she leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the business card for thoughts. Who carelessly used her photo as a business card and did not even say hello, didn’t you know that using her photo would pay her for the image spokesperson?

Shui Miaomiao was thinking.

‘Heartlessness’ called.

When Shui Miaomiao looked at Yan Yan's caller ID, he knew who the missing eyes were.

She straightened her body angrily, gritted her teeth and shouted at Yan Yan: "Mizuki Yan! Are you in deep water?"

Yan Yan's ears were almost deaf, he shrunk his head, and hung up the phone quickly.

Yan Yan's behavior is not in the eyes of Shui Miaomiao.

She hit the chair behind Shen Mochen with her forehead, complaining: "How come I gave birth to such a wicked son."

Shen Mochen heard the clue and asked, "Is your son opening this store?"

"Ah?" Shui Miaomiao calmed down and said with a smile: "Yeah, I said what was he doing secretly in the room? That, President Shen, I made a phone call."

Shui Miaomiao finished speaking, sinking his face and calling Yan Yan.

Yan Yan took a deep breath and only answered after three sounds, brewing a pleased smile, and said, "There was no signal just now, mother-in-law, do you know?"

"Go, immediately change all my photos." Shui Miaomiao twitched his eyebrows and ordered.

"Sister-in-law, I'm relying on Taobao to earn a dowry for you now. I didn't adopt it for you. Anyway, leave a way behind. Don't kill it cleanly. I'll give you shares." Yan Yan asked for mercy.

Shareholding?

Shui Miaomiao raised his eyebrows and said, "You are also looking for a good look, my picture is the ugliest."

"But this one wears the least." Yan Yan exclaimed.

"Who told you the least? I have a lot of photo albums. Do your eyes grow so big, are you angry?" Shui Miaomiao frowned.

"Please," Yan Yan said respectfully.

Shui Miaomiao twitched his mouth weirdly, sat down properly, and said in a tone of negotiation: "Having made half of the money, this time my old face is so good for you. Don't be stingy."

"I want all good-looking photos." Yan Yan regressed.

"No problem, it's not enough, my mother will shoot you now. Who is the two of us, hey."

Shen Mochen: "..."

This is a lively interpretation of a thick black history under his eyes.

"You have a lot of pictures with less fabric?" Shen Mochen asked strangely, vaguely unhappy.