Master Mo, Your Wife's Multiple Identities Are Online Again

191 Crazy Bootlicking

“Little Yuan, do you have some misunderstanding about me?” Mo Ting furrowed his brows. Little Yuan was obviously angry. So, what happened that he didn’t know about?

In the past, Mo Ting had an introverted personality. No matter what happened, he would always be calm and collected. He did not appear to be flustered and was extremely calm. Ever since he had met Su Yuan, all that calmness and composure had become fleeting clouds! He didn’t wait for Su Yuan to calm down and asked directly.

“No, I didn’t,” Su Yuan sat down on the sofa opposite Mo Ting, “You’ve already done me such a big favor. I can’t accept such a big gift from you.”

Then, she pointed at the takeaway on the coffee table. “Do you want to eat?”

Mo Ting looked at her but did not say a word.

This time, Fu Wen also realized that something was wrong. He quickly put the shoe box aside. “That’s right, let’s eat. President Mo, you haven’t eaten anything yet. Thank God the Madam sent you food. Otherwise, the canteen would be empty at this time.”

Fu Wen flattered her like crazy.

Su Yuan rolled her eyes at him. Everyone in the country knew that the canteen in EL was the best among all the companies. It provided food 24 hours a day, and the only fear was that the programmers who worked overtime would not be able to eat. ‘It’s two o’clock in the afternoon, and you’re telling me there’s no food in the cafeteria? Who are you trying to fool?’

Su Yuan did not say anything, so Fu Wen continued, “Madam, you really know how to buy food! President Mo loves Japanese food!

“Aiyo, it’s unadon rice! President Mo loves eating unadon rice!

“Madam, you’re so considerate. The food is still warm!”

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“Madam, have you eaten? There’s so much food, why don’t you have some with President Mo?”

“No need, I’ve already had lunch.” Su Yuan put the chopsticks Fu Wen handed over to her aside.

“You should eat some. I can’t finish this much by myself.” Mo Ting picked up the chopsticks she had put down, “This is auntie’s kind intentions. If I don’t finish it, I’ll feel bad.”

Su Yuan’s face froze. So, in order to matchmake her and Mo Ting, her mother had already stood on Mo Ting’s side!

“Little Yuan, try this tempura. It’s pretty good.” Mo Ting used his chopsticks to remove the head and tail of the tempura and gave the tender part in the middle to Su Yuan.

“You can eat it yourself. My mom and I have already eaten these dishes.” Su Yuan had no desire to eat.

Mo Ting acted like he did not hear her as he lowered his head and took a bite of the unadon, “It’s not bad. It’s already very good that China can make such a taste. Little Yuan, EL also has a branch office in Tokyo. I can take you there for a few days at the end of the year. I know a restaurant in Tokyo that makes really good unadon and tempura fried rice.” As he spoke, he picked up the largest and fattest piece of eel and placed it in Su Yuan’s bowl.

“I told you, you can eat it yourself. I’ve already eaten.” Su Yuan replied in frustration. She did not know why Mo Ting was telling her all this.

“Auntie said you ate too little for lunch. You should eat more. You’re too thin.” Mo Ting was like an old father worried his daughter would starve to death. He treated Su Yuan like a pig and gave her everything she had to pack, completely ignoring her frantic look.

Then, he used Su Qiumeng as a shield in every sentence. Su Yuan really could not do anything to him, so she could only put on a cold face and send the words into her mouth mechanically.

Only then did Fu Wen relax. It was President Mo who had a way and coaxed his wife with a few words. He did not stay for long and quietly left the office.

This meal was ‘harmonious’ and ‘perfect’.

Su Yuan was so full that she had just put down her chopsticks when someone knocked on the door.

Mo Ting said, “Enter!”

The Secretary who had been taking care of Su Yuan walked in with a pile of documents. “President Mo, the France branch just sent a document and needs your signature.

“The board meeting will start in 15 minutes. Would you like to postpone it?”

Mo Ting received the document and quickly scanned through it before signing his name, “Delay it by 30 minutes.”

“Alright,” she said.

After the Secretary left, Su Yuan frowned and said, “You don’t have to postpone the meeting. I’ll be leaving soon.”

As she spoke, she stood up, handed Mo Ting his suit jacket and bent down to clean up the table.

“Just leave it here. Someone will come over to clean it up later.” Mo Ting stopped her. “Sit with me for a while.

Su Yuan was taken aback. She suddenly asked, “How many secretaries do you have?”

Mo Ting revealed a confused expression, but he still replied, “Five.”

There were actually five of them! So Eve wasn’t the only one he cheated with? Su Yuan’s expression changed instantly. Mo Ting sensed something was wrong and wanted to explain, but before he could, the office door suddenly opened.