The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me -
Chapter 394 - 392: Admonition_1
Chapter 394: Chapter 392: Admonition_1
Jun Mochan did not want to attend these banquets. However, he did consider the fact that he had been somewhat neglecting Ye Ranran lately.
Given the dismal events of last night, he thought it would be nice to liven her up by taking her out and that it might even cheer her up.
"Do you want to go?" Jun Mochan exited the car.
Ye Ranran, following him closely, casually took his hand when he extended it towards her, "If my husband is going, then I’m going too."
Wherever he was, she was there as well.
"Let’s go then." Jun Mochan hesitated for a moment.
Ye Ranran was certain that the meal was likely to be a tense one for all involved.
"By the way, you don’t have to specifically choose Huacan with so many good film and television companies available."
Although Huacan was strong, it also had its weaknesses. If other companies could perform better, he didn’t need to play favorites just because she was at Huacan.
"Huacan is mine," Jun Mochan responded indifferently.
Ye Ranran stopped in her tracks "What, what did you say?"
"You are the boss’s wife of Huacan," Jun Mochan repeated.
He hadn’t told her previously because he was afraid she wouldn’t accept it. Now that she had accepted the script and gained fame...
Anyone with common sense would not refuse.
Especially since what was his was hers, what was there that she couldn’t accept?
"So the reason I couldn’t find a job for a while, that was your doing?" Ye Ranran quickly connected the dots.
Jun Mochan grinned, but chose not to answer.
Marrying a wife, it’s better not to marry one too clever. It’s better if they’re a bit ditsy.
Even better if they’re generous and don’t hold grudges.
"Answer me, was it you?" Ye Ranran demanded to know.
"Oho, who’s flirting in the lobby so early in the morning?"
Ye Ranran turned around and saw Luo Qi and Ah Chuan entering, one after another.
"President." Ah Chuan immediately went into professional mode when he saw Jun Mochan.
"Hmm, you’re on time," Jun Mochan glanced at the time.
Ever since Ah Chuan and Luo Qi started dating, Jun Mochan hadn’t been as demanding as he used to be.
However, sometimes work would pile up and he would consider hiring another assistant.
"Aren’t you two very affectionate as well?" Ye Ranran, not admitting defeat, teased Luo Qi in return.
"Affectionate my foot." Luo Qi seemed frustrated, complaining that Ah Chuan was as wooden as a log and did not understand her needs.
Just as she was about to continue complaining, Ah Chuan suddenly stopped in front of Luo Qi.
His direct, penetrating gaze made Luo Qi uncomfortable: "You, what are you doing?"
"Your lunch." Ah Chuan handed Luo Qi the lunch box he was carrying, "I’ll be in a meeting with the president later, I probably won’t have time. If you want to date me, it’ll have to be tonight."
"Who wants to date you?" Luo Qi blushed.
Was he too narcissistic?
"Finish your meal, you’re too thin. It’s uncomfortable to hold you, and more importantly, childbirth will be painful for you."
He absolutely did not mean to belittle her.
"Get lost," Luo Qi snapped at him.
Without even an official wedding certificate, Ah Chuan was already planning for children.
"If you don’t want to have children, we can adopt. However, that’s for the distant future. Let’s not discuss it for now." Ah Chuan finished his sentence in an orderly manner and returned to Jun Mochan’s side.
Luo Qi rolled her eyes repeatedly, at a loss for words.
"Hey, is this how he dates you? What do you usually do together?" Ye Ranran quickly became interested.
Ah Chuan, that idiot, always helped Jun Mochan handle various things and was used to thinking about things logically.
Luo Qi, on the other hand, like all women, was emotional.
These two, together can only be imagined as a lively duo.
Of course, Ah Chuan, that grump, probably wouldn’t even argue with Luo Qi if she tried to pick a fight.
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