"Ah, Mr. Wen is so cruel that he actually wants to deduct the year-end bonus. I will never dare to say it again in the future." "Shut up, I'll shut up completely and won't say anything anymore, for my lovely year-end bonus." "For my year-end bonus, I will never dare to talk nonsense again." The employees in the company shut their mouths one after another. "I've sent a warning that no one dares to speak again tomorrow." "Really?" Jiang Mo asked half-believingly. "Of course it's true, when did I lied to you." The next day, when Jiang Mo came, he did not hear any gossip about him again. Dressing room. Jiang Mo was doing his final look, and the makeup artist changed him into a very sexy black suit. The collar on the front was wide open, with only one button, revealing a large piece of hard chest.
Jiang Mo looked at the mirror and frowned slightly. "Sister Wang, do you have to wear this dress when shooting magazines? Can you change it? There is too much exposure, only one button, what is the difference between me and not wearing it." If Wen Yan saw this, would he still survive? ! Mr. Wang explained, "This tuning has been popular recently. The magazines shot with this kind of clothes are more eye-catching and the sales must be better. This one is the one, so there is no need to change it." "This dress is so compatible with you. It completely reveals your smooth muscle lines and may be a big shot." "This suit is also a limited edition for Fashion Week, a burgundy sexy suit with a special design, with a unique design." Jiang Mo looked embarrassed, "Sister Wang, you really can't change it? I still feel a little too revealing." "If you don't change it, this look is simply too fashionable. You will go to the studio to shoot it in a while and try to finish all the look in three days." At this moment, Wen Yan came in wearing high heels and stared at Jiang Mo without a moment. After seeing the clothes he was wearing, his eyes suddenly tightened. Mr. Wang smiled and said, "Mr. Wen, you can also see the progress. We have made a styling for Xiaojiang to ensure that the photos taken in this styling are the most fashionable." "Mr. Wen, Jiang Mo is simply a walking clothes rack. He looks good in any clothes. It's amazing to wear this clothes on his body." "He has a great figure, and this suit can fully express his muscle lines." Wen Yan glanced at the people around him with a cold look and spit out two cold words, "It's changed." "Ah? Have you changed it? Does Wen always think this limited fashion week suit is not suitable for Jiang Mo?" "This dress is not suitable for Jiang Mo at all, so change that dress for him." Wen Yan pointed to a very conservative black suit on the clothes rack. Mr. Wang explained, "Mr. Wen, this suit style is almost outdated and is too conservative to highlight Jiang Mo's figure. His figure is so good that it must highlight his figure, and it is best to expose his abdominal muscles. .” Wen Yan's cold tone, "Abs? Who said that you must expose your abdominal muscles when shooting magazines?"
Mr. Wang whispered, "Mr. Wen, our company's artists used to shoot magazines, and the sales volume was also very good. You may not have noticed us before." "Yes, Jiang Mo has such a good figure, you must show it, otherwise you will lose." "Magazine will definitely be sold well after being shot, and maybe it will be a big hit." Wen Yan did not listen to the explanations of the people around him, and his cold voice said, "I said, he can't show his abdominal muscles. I will only say this sentence once. As for the clothes, you can choose your own choice." Seeing Wen Yan getting angry, Mr. Wang could only nod and agreed. "Okay, Mr. Wen, I'll change his look right away." Wen Yan glanced at Jiang Mo and left the dressing room. Mr. Wang whispered, "President Wen has never cared about our shooting before, why did he suddenly come here today?" "I heard that Jiang Mo and Mr. Wen have a different relationship, so Mr. Wen is here and is not allowed to expose his abdominal muscles." "I see." Mr. Wang could only prepare a very conservative suit for Jiang Mo. "Mr. Jiang, the look has been done, and you can go and shoot now." "Um." Jiang Mo looked in the mirror and was very satisfied with the clothes this time. After the afternoon's shooting, Jiang Mo went to the parking lot, sat in the car, waiting for Wen Yan. After waiting for about ten minutes, Wen Yan had not come out yet, he picked up his phone and sent a message to Wen Yan. Mo Mo: [Wife, why haven’t you got off work yet? It's already 5 o'clock, do you have anything important? 】 Dear wife: [It's coming soon, wait for me for a few more minutes. 】 After Wen Yan finished the meeting, she rushed to the parking lot. She walked a little anxiously and accidentally sprained her ankle. Jiang Mo got the news and went to pick her up immediately. Wen Yan sat on the seat on the side of the road and looked a little desolate. "youFinally here. ” Jiang Mo squatted down and glanced at Wen Yan's ankle, "Why were you so accidentally sprained your ankle?" Wen Yan whispered, "I walked a little hurry, I can't walk now." "I'll carry you and go to the hospital first." Jiang Mo carried Wen Yan to the car and placed her in the back seat. "Does it hurt?" "A little bit."
Jiang Mo took off Wen Yan's high heels, put his fingers on her ankle and gently pinched them. "Does it still hurt now? You'll be in the hospital later." Wen Yan shook her head, "It doesn't hurt too much." "Why did you walk so fast? I sprained your foot? Is it because I urged you? Then you can't walk so fast. You'll sprain your ankle and it will take you one or two weeks to heal." Jiang Mo gently used force on his hands and continued to knead Wen Yan. "I was just a little sprain, and it would be cured in two days." "How could it be a minor injury? Your feet are swollen." When he arrived at the hospital, Jiang Mo hugged Wen Yan in. "Put me down, I can walk myself." "No, your foot is very sprained. You can't walk anymore, I'll hold it." There were very few people in private hospitals and they were quickly ranked. Jiang Mo hugged Wen Yan, took a tablet, applied medicine, and took a bunch of medicines. "Jiang Mo, are you tired? Let me down first, I can walk." "You are so light and not tired at all, I can hold you." Jiang Mo's boyfriend was extremely powerful and carried Wen Yan to the car again. Wen Yan held Jiang Mo's face and kissed him, "Thank you for bringing me to the hospital." "You're welcome, I'm your husband." "Does it still hurt after applying the medicine?" Wen Yan nodded, "It hurts." "I have milk candy here, I bought it for Tangtang, and I will give it to you now." Jiang Mo personally peeled off the sugar coating and put it in Wen Yan's mouth. "It doesn't hurt after eating candy." Wen Yan sneered lightly, "Jiang Mo, do you think I am a three-year-old child? It's so easy to coax, and it won't hurt after eating candy? I need something else." "What else? What?" Jiang Mo was confused. Wen Yan's eyes fell on Jiang Mo's lips, "Of course it's better..."