Hubby, Please Spare Me

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She had an urge to pat Shen Mochen's head.

This father and son are so similar, character, temper, appearance, it is a pity not to be a father and son, one or two bullies her.

Shui Miaomiao looked away, did not speak, dangled her head, wrapped her fingers in a seat belt, and pulled like a vent.

"What's wrong? Angry." Shen Mochen asked her looking at her.

Shui Miaomiao voluntarily gave up and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk to me, low energy is contagious."

Shen Mochen smiled, rubbing her head, her fingers were soft, and her scalp was very comfortable.

Shui Miaomiao looked at Shen Mochen.

Forget it, she is not angry anymore.

Although he sometimes makes people speechless, he did help her, also for her consideration.

"Shen Mochen, do you think I am a vase?" Shui Miaomiao said in a low mood.

Shen Mochen glanced at her, took her hand, and said seriously: "Don't think about it, just your appearance, it really doesn't qualify as a vase."

Shui Miaomiao: "..."

Her eyes widened and her mood was not worse, only worse.

Shui Miaomiao pulled his hand out, very serious, facing Shen Mochen, saying clearly, word by word: "Now, don't talk to me at night."

Shen Mochen's spoiled soft expression, smiled and said: "OK, you are a vase, you are a vase, who dare to say that you are not a vase, I will block and kick who is out of the entertainment circle, right."

Obviously he followed her words, why, she still felt that a group of grass and mud horses galloped past in her heart.

"I'm not a vase." Shui Miaomiao said very seriously, and nodded his head. "Brained."

Shen Mochen laughed, but did not hold back, and laughed a few more times.

Why did Shui Miaomiao feel so uncomfortable when he smiled at him, like a choked fire in his throat.

She was despised.

Shui Miaomiao lifted his chin and said proudly: "I don't want you to get the manuscript, I write it myself. You stop, I have to go back and struggle."

"Don't be hypocritical, the scriptwriting department has written it. If you don't need it, wouldn't it be a waste of resources?" Shen Mochen took her hand and drove.

Shen Mochen seems to be quite reasonable. Shui Miaomiao sighed, knowing that she couldn't bear Shen Mochen's, leaned back on the chair and stopped talking.

She wants to continue thinking about life.

Shen Mochen looked at Xiang Shui Miaomiao's well-behaved look and raised her smile, and she is in a particularly good mood today.

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When she arrived at the office, Shen Mochen handed over the manuscript selected by the scriptwriter to Shui Miaomiao. She read it.

Shen Mochen walked to the front of the double bathtub, watched the two cute turtles crawling around, turned his eyes, and looked at Shui Miaomiao.

Shui Miaomiao is looking at the manuscript very carefully, and she is focused, exuding intellectual charm, and shining in her eyes.

The little fox is so clever, how could she have no brains, but, sometimes, she doesn't care or care, and has nothing to do with the world.

"Listen to Kevin, you bought this fish tank for money?" Shen Mochen asked softly.

Speaking of the fish tank, Shui Miaomiao was vomiting blood in her heart. She later saw the invoice, 12,000 yuan. Can she say that she did not have so much money on her card?

Can't this ordinary assistant pick the ordinary one? At least a bargain, according to the assistant's rebuttal, the boss gave him two yuan less.

She won't ask the assistant to buy anything next time.

As a punishment for the regular assistant, hey, she still owes money.

"Do you like it?" Shui Miaomiao asked.

Shen Mochen raised his smile and responded, "Well."

Although talking about feelings hurts money, Shui Miaomiao thinks he likes it, and it's okay to have a luxury.