I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

"No." Qiao Mianmian sucked her nose, endured the urge to cry, and flattened her mouth. "Mo Yesi, thank you for coming today. I'm just happy that the person who is by my side is you."

Mo Yesi frowned and looked at the girl with red eyes like a little white rabbit in her arms. She pinched the finger on her jaw and relaxed, holding her face in pity and kissed her forehead: "Baby, you Silly. I'm your husband. I should do everything for you. Is it worth crying for?"

"If you miss me, I will take the time to come with you often."

"Don't cry, eh?"

He rubbed Qiao Mianmian's face: "Since seeing me being so happy, let me show my husband a smile?"

Qiao Mianmian: "..."

"Okay, don't be unhappy. I'll take you to eat delicious food?" Mo Yesi tried his best to make his wife happy. "Do you want to eat hot pot?"

Sure enough, Qiao Mianmian's appeal was quickly attracted by the food.

Her eyes lit up: "Can you eat hot pot?"

"Isn't there a mandarin duck pot? I can eat clear soup." Mo Yesi said, and took out his mobile phone to call Wei Zheng, asking him to check which hot pot in F city is delicious.

Wei Zheng deserved to be a master of everything, and quickly found several hotpot restaurants with good reviews, and posted the store name and address to Mo Yesi's mobile phone.

Mo Yesi looked at the navigation and picked the nearest one.

*

ten minutes later.

Mo Yesi took Qiao Mianmian to a nearby hot pot restaurant.

It is not a particularly famous store, and the decoration is not very large. The several hot pot restaurants Wei Zheng found are all local well-known hot pot restaurants. They belong to the general environment, but the taste is particularly authentic.

Qiao Mianmian especially loves to eat in such shops.

Before she got out of the car, she thought that fortunately, Mo Yesi was a little more low-key today, not driving a Lamborghini or Bugatti.

He drove a black Bentley.

Although it is also a luxury car, it is quite low-key compared to his sports cars that are often tens of millions.

Qiao Mianmian was wearing a mask and was led by Mo Yesi and got out of the car.

Today is not a holiday, it is daytime, so not many people eat at the hot pot restaurant.

Wei Zheng has reserved a box for them in advance.

After the two entered the store, a waiter came to entertain them.

Mo Yesi reported the scheduled name, and the waiter led them to the private room.

In the hall, there were so many people sitting at the table for dinner.

When Mo Yesi and Qiao Mianmian first walked in, the girls at the table closest to them immediately noticed Mo Yesi.

When several people's eyes fell on Mo Yesi, they exclaimed in a low voice.

"Wow, so handsome."

"The man in the black shirt is so handsome and stylish. Is he a star? He looks so handsome."

"Looking at Yan Sheng. If it is a star, it is estimated that it is also a newcomer who has just entered the industry, and is not famous.

"He looks so handsome, and he will be famous sooner or later. I really want to go take a picture with him and ask him how to contact him."

"Okay, don't be a nympho. I don't see anyone else owning it? Although the girl next to him is wearing a mask, it can be seen that it must be pretty."

"How do I think the girl next to him is a bit familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere."

"It's a bit familiar, and I feel like I've seen it somewhere."

"You think... does the girl wearing a mask look like the little rookie named Joe? I think about it... yes, I remembered it, called Qiao Mianmian."