Mr.CEO's Adorable Wife Turns the Tables

Wen Wan followed Mo Siluo as they left Diyang. Along the way, her thoughts wandered aimlessly, and she didn't even notice when Mo Siluo looked at her.

"Miss Chen."

Only after Mo Siluo had called her several times did Wen Wan snap back to reality. This form of address still felt somewhat unfamiliar to her.

"Shall I take you?" Mo Siluo's offer seemed like mere politeness, and Wen Wan could tell, so she politely declined.

After returning to her rental, Wen Wan went straight to Tiantian's neck with a grip, "Zhou Tiantian! Do you realize you almost got me killed?"

After hearing the whole story, Zhou Tiantian let out a long howl towards the sky, "If I had known, I would have gone myself! My male god!"

In the evening, Tiantian pestered Wen Wan, insisting that she draw a full-luo picture of the male god Mo for her. Wen Wan firmly refused, "No way!"

But Wen Wan's biggest weakness was her soft heart. After being pestered by Tiantian for a while, she relented.

Wen Wan took a muscle man cover from Tiantian's magazine and added the handsome face of the male god Mo—perfect!

After taking a look, Tiantian's eyes bulged with dissatisfaction, "What kind of pose is that? Where is the male god's little bird?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Wan felt like coughing up blood!

"Zhou Tiantian, you huge perv!"

"Redraw it for me. I need it for my fantasies." Zhou Tiantian munched on an apple as she hopped away.

Wen Wan wouldn't really draw a man's those parts, thinking about it made her blush. This Tiantian was really becoming less and less restrained!

Wen Wan stuffed the drawing into a book and went to sleep.

The next day, she was woken by Tiantian shaking her. Groggy and yawning, she looked at her friend and got up, "Tiantian, what's the matter?"

"The boss just called! Said that male god Mo has asked her out for dinner!" Zhou Tiantian's voice was loud, almost deafening Wen Wan.

Wen Wan, possibly because she was still half-asleep, was a bit confused.

"Didn't you say that the male god Mo didn't take a fancy to you?" Zhou Tiantian continued.

Wen Wan finally understood, but she was puzzled, "Dressed up like that, what man would fancy me?" What she found even more baffling was, with someone as high-caliber as the male god Mo, was Tiantian's boss out of his mind for not fancying him?

"True that." Zhou Tiantian was also puzzled, "But the boss said, today, success is a must!"

Suddenly, Wen Wan started to doubt Mo Siluo's intentions for asking her out. She could be 100 percent certain that he had absolutely no such interest in her. Could it be due to pressure from his family, just going through the motions?

When she left the house, Wen Wan grabbed the book from the table. The time to return the rented item was approaching, and she planned to stop by the bookstore after dinner to return it.

The place for dinner was still at Diyang, in the same room, and Wen Wan was dressed the same as the day before.

"Miss Chen, don't you change clothes every day?" Mo Siluo glanced at Wen Wan's outfit, clearly unable to tolerate, due to his cleanliness fetish, wearing the same clothes for two days.

Wen Wan felt embarrassed, and soon, two flushed spots appeared on her cheeks, "Uh, actually, I have many pieces of the same color and style.

Mo Siluo simply furrowed his brows and continued, "Wearing a wig every day, isn't it hot?"

Wen Wan subconsciously grabbed at her 'hair,' stammering, "Doesn't it look nice?"

Mo Siluo's lips twitched slightly, before he added, "Your face is small enough already, wearing such large frameless glasses, are you trying to follow the non-mainstream style? I remember Miss Chen should be thirty by now, right? That's not how you should try looking younger."

Wen Wan felt her face burning up. This man was not one to speak much, but when he did, he left others completely humiliated—such a venomous tongue!