
“Morning Lunfeng, may your day also please”, timpal Rong Yan with a smile and pull up the chair beside Mo Jing.
Mo Jing who saw that his wife had come too, closed the report – his report and looked at his very beautiful wife.
First seeing Rong Yan coming down the stairs, to be honest Mo Jing was in the middle of being dumbstruck.
A small face, a pointed nose, with porcelain-white skin coupled with her tie feet made Mo Jing very reluctant to turn away. The rays of morning light that entered the room, radiated to her face and body which made Rong Yan look like a fairy coming out of a forest.
“Jing, why didn't you wake me?”, asked Rong Yan after sitting next to his body.
”I can't bear to wake you” said Mo Jing who looked into Rong Yan's hazel eyes.
When Rong Yan wanted to say something, his voice sounded.
“Yes... Of May.. “.
“Where are you? Why didn't you come back last night? Do you know how worried I am? Please explain where you are? You didn't even turn on your phone as well. Maddened... You were right – drove me crazy all night”, shouted Lin Mei who was from a phone call.
Hearing this, Rong Yan fell silent. To be honest, he forgot about his best friend. The events that happened yesterday were so fast that he did not have time to think about giving news to his best friend.
“Hei... Why don't you answer my question? Are you good – is fine? Did that bastard Wong Feng do the thing that hurt you again?”, Lin Mei's shout suddenly woke up Rong Yan's daydream.
Rong Yan looked at her husband who was now also staring at her. There was curiosity etched in both of his eyes.
Rong Yan said, “Have you entered work today?”.
“Hah!!! Why do you ask about work or not. Is that an important thing to talk about at this time?”, asked Lin Mei who sounded increasingly irritated.
“Good. Alright. What if we meet at the office? I promise I will tell you everything”, understand how his best friend's temperament was finally Rong Yan was trying to take the middle path. Sooner or later this thing about her marriage will definitely spread. Instead of knowing from others, he better explain himself to his friend.
“You didn't try to lie to me didn't you?”, asked Lin Mei back.
“May, you understand me?”, asked Rong Yan.
“Alright. I'm waiting for you at the office. I also want to prepare to leave now”, said Lin Mei across the phone.
“Good. Until we meet again”, replied Rong Yan.
“Bye”, said Lin Mei accompanied by a disconnected phone voice..
Seeing her husband now still looking at her and as if asking for an explanation, Rong Yan finally explained.
“She is Lin May. My best friend since SMA.”.
Mo Jing simply nodded and said “Eat. I will take you”, he said while giving a steak that has been cut – pieces.
Originally Rong Yan intended to refuse, as he thought he would return to the world of modeling, so he had to start managing his weight. But seeing the steak in front of her has now been cut neatly by her husband, she would not want to eat the steak.
While chewing Rong Yan asked Mo Jing,” Jing, you didn't have breakfast?”, he asked.
Hearing this Rong Yan was shocked. He looked at Mo Jing who was currently still watching him eat, So, he just accompanied me for breakfast? Isn't he a very busy person”, he murmured inwardly.
“If you are busy, I can ask another driver to drop off. You do not need to wait for me to finish breakfast”, said Rong Yan who felt bad.
“Pelan – slow only. You don't need to think about anything else” said Mo Jing who picked up a tissue and wiped the corner of Rong Yan's mouth that was currently stained with steak sauce.
Seeing her husband's current treatment, again and again Rong Yan was shocked. Although she knew that her husband was indeed a warm person, she did not expect that it would be this bright. Result his face began to turn red again and hunt – to finish his breakfast.
****
Eventually, they left in the same car. Mo Jing asked Rong Yan, ”You're back at what time?”.
“I don't know, because I also have an appointment to explain our relationship to my best friend. What is it?”, asked Rong Yan back.
“I have entered my and Lunfeng mobile numbers on your phone. Let him know when you're done. He will go fetch you”, said Mo Jing.
”Actually no need, I can take cab”, Rong Yan said with a mutter.
Even with just muttering, Mo Jing who had a keen sense of hearing still still heard the mutterings.
“Yan, you are already Madame Mo at this time. You should be more careful – hearts. You know, my enemies out there aren't few. Many people have tried to find my weaknesses. And right now you're my only – weakness. I hope you underline this thing”, said Mo Jing who stared fixedly at – sticky beautiful face Rong Yan.
Rong Yan nodded as if amazed by the charm possessed by her husband.
“Alright, go. Let me know if you have time”, he said as he kissed the top of Rong Yan's head.
Rong Yan realized, now he was in his office. And he went down without looking back.
Mo Jing saw the behavior of his wife who was embarrassed – at this time just smiled.
Right now Rong Yan had arrived at the office hall. When he wanted to get to the elevator, arrived – arrived his hand was clutched firmly by someone.
That person was none other than Wong Feng. In a hurry – he pulled Rong Yan and headed to the elevator which was devoted to the President and the shareholders of HJ Entertainment.
Initially Rong Yan wanted to release the grip, but it turned out to be too difficult for him. Eventually he could only resign and follow Wong Feng's current will.
After arriving at his room Rong Yan was immediately thrown into the sofa that was already available in his office room.
With an annoyed look that was no longer covered, Wong Feng said while pointing at Rong Yan who was currently sitting well on the sofa.
“You... You ... You are deliberately not to ignore me?”, he asked in an unacceptable tone.
Rong Yan who was already numb to Wong Feng did not feel any heartache or anything. Even he had asked – ask, what made him who previously loved the – man who was in front of him.
“You don't want to say it? Is it because you feel you know Mr Sun a little, you think that you look great?”, he asked in a tone without the slightest guilt.