Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

When Mu Ru and A Min returned to Meiyuan separately, Dongfang Mo had already had dinner and came over. Seeing her walk in, he pointed at the clock on the wall and said, "You have had dinner for an hour today."

Mu Ru looked at the time, sure enough, it was already 20 o'clock, she went to the dining hall to eat at 19 o'clock, and it really took an hour.

"Tonight's food is a bit hard, so it's a bit slow to chew," Mu Ru casually pulled out an excuse, of course he didn't dare to say that he and A Min were gossiping.

"How's the painting in the gallery going?" Dongfang Mo's voice was still a little old and hoarse, and no special emotion could be heard.

"It's okay," Mu Ru took off his bag and put it aside, then came to the back of his wheelchair, and asked softly while helping him squeeze his shoulders, "Well, can I get some salary?"

Before Dongfang Mo could answer, she quickly added: "I want a little bit, just use it for the car."

Dongfang Mo was stunned when he heard her words, and then said indifferently: "It seems that when we signed the agreement, we didn't say that you were paid?"

Mu Ru was speechless immediately. It was true that she didn't say that when she signed the mistress agreement, but she didn't think so much at that time, but at that time she said that she was going to school.

So, she reacted quickly and said quickly: "It was true that I didn't say that I was paid at the time, but you agreed to let me go to a training institution to go to school, and the school must have tuition fees, right? I didn't money, the tuition..."

"But you didn't go to school?" Dongfang Mo had a completely helpless tone, as if it wasn't his fault, but she gave up going to school to paint.

After hearing this, Mu Ru stopped gnawing, gave him a symbolic pinch on the shoulder twice, turned around and went to the closet to take the pajamas and go to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Xi Muru, if you want money, you have to lower your posture, don't you understand?" Seeing her like this, Dongfang Mo couldn't help reminding him coldly: "It seems that you are not satisfied with being my mistress? How about you Give me back the [-] million yuan, and let Zheng Yifan go to jail."

Mu Ru's original action of opening the closet to get the clothes stopped, then turned around and came to the back of his wheelchair again, pinched his shoulders again, and said softly: "I'm not satisfied, didn't I encounter something wrong today? Troubled? So..."

"What trouble are you in?" Dongfang Mo immediately cut off her words, apparently impatient to continue listening to her ramblings.

"Today I sold paintings for the gallery, and then sent them to a British and American company, because..."

Mu Ru paused at this point, and then summoned up her courage to say: "Because I met someone I know... If I was not careful, I forgot to collect the money for the three paintings, and there was no delivery note." Let them sign for it, I..."

"Acquaintance?" Dongfang Mo thumped immediately, then snorted coldly and said, "What company do you think is the company you sent the paintings to?"

"British American Company," Mu Ru's voice was as low as a mosquito's.

"Then who is the acquaintance you met?" Dongfang Mo's voice was still old and hoarse, without any emotion.

"The acquaintance is... is..." Mu Ru said two consecutive yes, but did not say the name behind it.

"How much are those three paintings of yours worth?" Dongfang Mo immediately changed the question.

"More than 3000," Mu Ru answered truthfully.

"Do you think it's okay to exchange an acquaintance's name for 3 yuan?" Dongfang Mo asked the woman standing behind him coldly.When Mu Ru and A Min returned to Meiyuan separately, Dongfang Mo had already had dinner and came over. Seeing her walk in, he pointed at the clock on the wall and said, "You have had dinner for an hour today."

Mu Ru looked at the time, sure enough, it was already 20 o'clock, she went to the dining hall to eat at 19 o'clock, and it really took an hour.

"Tonight's food is a bit hard, so it's a bit slow to chew," Mu Ru casually pulled out an excuse, of course he didn't dare to say that he and A Min were gossiping.

"How's the painting in the gallery going?" Dongfang Mo's voice was still a little old and hoarse, and no special emotion could be heard.

"It's okay," Mu Ru took off his bag and put it aside, then came to the back of his wheelchair, and asked softly while helping him squeeze his shoulders, "Well, can I get some salary?"

Before Dongfang Mo could answer, she quickly added: "I want a little bit, just use it for the car."

Dongfang Mo was stunned when he heard her words, and then said indifferently: "It seems that when we signed the agreement, we didn't say that you were paid?"

Mu Ru was speechless immediately. It was true that she didn't say that when she signed the mistress agreement, but she didn't think so much at that time, but at that time she said that she was going to school.

So, she reacted quickly and said quickly: "It was true that I didn't say that I was paid at the time, but you agreed to let me go to a training institution to go to school, and the school must have tuition fees, right? I didn't money, the tuition..."

"But you didn't go to school?" Dongfang Mo had a completely helpless tone, as if it wasn't his fault, but she gave up going to school to paint.

After hearing this, Mu Ru stopped gnawing, gave him a symbolic pinch on the shoulder twice, turned around and went to the closet to take the pajamas and go to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Xi Muru, if you want money, you have to lower your posture, don't you understand?" Seeing her like this, Dongfang Mo couldn't help reminding him coldly: "It seems that you are not satisfied with being my mistress? How about you Give me back the [-] million yuan, and let Zheng Yifan go to jail."

Mu Ru's original action of opening the closet to get the clothes stopped, then turned around and came to the back of his wheelchair again, pinched his shoulders again, and said softly: "I'm not satisfied, didn't I encounter something wrong today? Troubled? So..."

"What trouble are you in?" Dongfang Mo immediately cut off her words, apparently impatient to continue listening to her ramblings.

"Today I sold paintings for the gallery, and then sent them to a British and American company, because..."

Mu Ru paused at this point, and then summoned up her courage to say: "Because I met someone I know... If I was not careful, I forgot to collect the money for the three paintings, and there was no delivery note." Let them sign for it, I..."

"Acquaintance?" Dongfang Mo thumped immediately, then snorted coldly and said, "What company do you think is the company you sent the paintings to?"

"British American Company," Mu Ru's voice was as low as a mosquito's.

"Then who is the acquaintance you met?" Dongfang Mo's voice was still old and hoarse, without any emotion.

"The acquaintance is... is..." Mu Ru said two consecutive yes, but did not say the name behind it.

"How much are those three paintings of yours worth?" Dongfang Mo immediately changed the question.

"More than 3000," Mu Ru answered truthfully.

"Do you think it's okay to exchange an acquaintance's name for 3 yuan?" Dongfang Mo asked the woman standing behind him coldly.