Mo Shao's lovely wife is sweet as honey

Chapter 42 is completely different!

47. What he couldn't understand was, wouldn't it be better to be a little explainer than to be his wife?
Being Mrs. Mo, he doesn't have to work hard, and he can give her endless glory and wealth. She even wants to go out to find a job. Why can't he support her?
"I want to go!" Ye Nianwei answered him very seriously. In fact, she didn't have to be a lecturer, but she needed a normal job.

It's not captivity, it's an equal respect and human dignity.

"How much money can an interpreter make a month? You are already my wife, and I can meet any of your needs! If you want to work, you can paint for me and continue painting murals, and I will pay you!"

If possible, he would like her to paint for him for the rest of his life, only for him, ha~!

"But I painted it for you, for a whole month, and you didn't pay me a dime for 10 yuan!"

Ye Nianwei directly expressed her dissatisfaction in her heart. In her eyes, Mo Beiming is undoubtedly a big capitalist who only knows how to suck blood and plunder!

"You can continue to draw! I can pay you now! Ten times! One hundred times! As much as you want!"

Mo Beiming took out his cards from his wallet again and gave them all to her.

"I don't want these cards! I just want to get paid for my labor, and I don't want any other money!"

Ye Nianwei won't ask for anything more than what she deserves for her hard work!
Mo Beiming didn't know that what Ye Nianwei hated the most was his behavior of throwing cards and slapping his face at every turn. Is it great to be rich?

Can you trample on the dignity of others at will?
"You don't even need money, do you really want to work at Luo Xiyi's place?"

Mo Beiming really wanted to open her brain to see how the brain circuits inside were growing. She didn't want to give her money that she couldn't spend. She wanted to go out to work, and it was clear that she wanted to get rid of him!

"It has nothing to do with Teacher Luo! I just want a normal job!" Ye Nianwei explained.

Mo Beiming was puzzled, "Is painting for me considered a normal job?"

"Oh! I told you that you don't understand!"

"Tell me, what are you thinking?" Mo Beiming grabbed her wrist and stared into her eyes, "Aren't you stupid if you don't take money that you can't spend?"

This is completely different!
Ye Nianwei found that it was difficult for him to communicate with Mo Beiming, so he pushed him away, "Mo Beiming, you really should find a psychiatrist to take a good look!"

Let him see a psychiatrist? !

"Ye Nianwei, you mean I'm mentally ill??!"

A mentally ill person can never accept the fact that others accuse him of being ill in person!
Mo Beiming covered Ye Nianwei on the sofa, staring at her eyes with black eyes, he was waiting for the little woman to apologize to her.

"Overbearing and autocratic, so moody, why are you not sick? I think you are seriously ill!"

Mo Beiming: "..."

It was impossible for Ye Nianwei to apologize to him, her stubborn eyes just looked straight at him.

The two of them collided here, and no one noticed that a beautiful woman in a red bi-ki-ni wearing a white bath towel walked towards them.

When he was close at hand, a gun muzzle appeared from under the white towel, and the muzzle was aimed at Mo Beiming's temple.

"boom!"

A gunshot missed Mo Beiming, and the bullet flew over his head and hit the sofa.

"Ah!" With Ye Nianwei's scream, Mo Beiming hugged her and hid behind a marble pillar.

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(End of this chapter)