Chapter 910 As Long as Xiuchen Has No Other Woman in His Eyes

Li Yaqing was also a shrewd woman. Catching the hesitation in Mo Xiuchen's eyes, she continued while the iron was hot: "Mr. Mo, our ** Weekly is not an ordinary media newspaper. Not only..."

"Xiu Chen!"

Before Li Yaqing finished speaking, she was interrupted by a soft call from Wen Ran walking behind Mo Xiuchen.

Wen Ran did not directly stop Li Yaqing from speaking. She just called Mo Xiuchen's name, but such a soft call made Mo Xiuchen turn around immediately. There was no point in continuing Li Yaqing's words.

"Ran Ran."

When Mo Xiuchen turned to look at Wen Ran, the coldness in his deep eyes instantly thawed, and the warmth of spring blossomed, with every trace of tenderness blooming.

Even if she couldn't see his face, Li Yaqing could feel Mo Xiuchen's suddenly warming aura, and his "ran" voice seemed to be filled with a lifetime of affection and pampering.

As she listened, she felt envious.

The smile between Wen Ran's brows and eyes was bright and clear, and the happiness of a woman in love was unabashedly written on the corners of her brows and eyes. She and Mo Xiuchen looked at each other, and their hands were held together very naturally, ignoring the opinions of others. Fingers intertwined.

"Xiuchen, don't do anything for me that you don't like. I don't want to be in the limelight, and I don't want to be envied by women all over the world. I don't want so many people to know how good you are."

Wen Ran didn't look at Li Yaqing. From the moment she walked from the sofa to the door, she kept looking at Mo Xiuchen's handsome face.

Mo Xiuchen's slight hesitation just now dissipated in Wen Ran's gentle words.

He curled his lips and said lovingly, "Okay!"

"Mr. Mo..."

Li Yaqing's expression suddenly changed.

Only then did Wen Ran look away from Mo Xiuchen and look at Li Yaqing.

Li Yaqing pursed her lips and looked straight into Wen Ran's eyes, with an elegant smile on her face: "Miss Wen, you are so unsure of yourself, are you afraid that more women will take it away if they know Mr. Mo's good qualities? "

Wen Ran smiled softly, and Li Yaqing was not annoyed. The smile still remained on the delicately made-up face, but a hint of ridicule flashed deep in her eyes:

"What are you laughing at, Miss Wen?"

Li Yaqing had never met Wen Ran before, but she had heard that she had done her homework in order to convince Mo Xiuchen. She felt that Wen Ran was not an outstanding woman. She was just lucky. She saved Mo Xiuchen once before and that made him remember her.

If not, how could she, a naive little girl, get into Mo Xiuchen's eyes.

There is a several-year age difference between them. They say there is a three-year-old generation gap. There are two generation gaps between Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran. One is a business elite, shrewd and wise, noble, handsome and cold. One is a spoiled little woman who just graduated and knows nothing.

In her opinion, it was childish and ignorant.

How can she compare with a professional woman like her? As long as Mo Xiuchen has good vision, he should like a woman like her who can stand beside him.

Wen Ran didn't answer, but looked at Li Yaqing carefully. She was tall, with a pretty face, and a sexy body wrapped in a famous brand. Her every move showed the charm of a woman. With such a smile on her face, she was indeed elegant and beautiful. .

Mo Xiuchen narrowed his eyes, and when he saw Wen Ran looking at Li Yaqing, he endured it and did not speak.

The elevator door opened, and two security guards ran out and came to them quickly. Li Yaqing frowned and was about to speak, but Wen Ran spoke before her: "If I guess correctly, Miss Li, come today, It’s not for so-called official business, but you want to attract Xiu Chen’s attention, right?”

Li Yaqing's expression changed and she asked, "Is it possible that Miss Wen thinks that every woman who appears around Mr. Mo is your love rival?"

Wen Ran chuckled and shook his head: "How could Miss Li think so? I don't think you are a love rival. In fact, I don't think any woman is my love rival. It seems that Miss Li has a somewhat biased understanding of the word love rival." .”

Li Yaqing!

Wen Ran had seen her photos, not only her photos and files, but also the photos of the ten women that Mo Jingteng wanted Xiu Chen to go on a blind date with.

Of course it wasn't Xiu Chen who told her.

She knew that Li Yaqing was a woman with a successful career, strong abilities, good looks, a good family background, and a woman who exuded a sense of superiority from the pores of her body.

In Mo Jingteng's words, any woman he could find for Xiu Chen would be better than Wen Ran.

Wen Ran does not deny that there are many women who are better than her. In fact, she also feels that she is not perfect, not smart, not good, and she even has many shortcomings.

However, no one is perfect. The woman in front of me, the woman Mo Jingteng gave as an example, feels so good about herself that no woman in the world can compare to her. For such a woman, elegance only exists on the surface, but in her bones. She really didn't like the arrogance of looking down on others.

The smile on Li Yaqing's face was a little stiff, and she was already getting angry. "Miss Wen is really confident. Do you think you are the most outstanding and perfect woman in the world? No one can compare with you?"

"No, how can I be the best and perfect? ​​Isn't Miss Li better than me, prettier than me, and more charming than me?" Wen Ran said with a smile, looked up at Mo Xiuchen, and kept staring at him. Looking into her gentle eyes, the smile between her eyebrows was dyed with tenderness and happiness:

"What I mean is that as long as there is no other woman in Xiu Chen's eyes, no woman will become my love rival."

Wen Ran's tone was very brisk, and compared with the sarcasm and hints in Li Yaqing's words, she seemed like a simple chat.

However, this casualness, confidence and briskness made Li Yaqing's superficial elegance almost collapse. She pursed her lips and returned to the topic: "Then what did Miss Wen mean by what she just said?"

"What words?" Wen Ran blinked and forgot!

Li Yaqing wanted to vomit blood, and her tone became slightly colder: "Miss Wen is so forgetful. What did you mean when you just said that I wanted to attract Mr. Mo's attention?"

Wen Ran looked stunned, "Isn't it Miss Li?"

"Of course not. I am the editor-in-chief of ** Weekly. I came to Mr. Mo today to do an exclusive interview with him."

Wen Ran looked at Li Yaqing's annoyance in surprise, the smile between her brows and eyes faded, and there was a hint of coldness on her beautiful face. Qinghong looked at Li Yaqing steadily with his watery eyes, "If Miss Li really does an exclusive interview, she should know how to do it." The principle of making an appointment first is that you will definitely not come directly to your door and force you to see the interviewee. In addition, even if Ms. Li does not wear professional clothes, she should still dress in line with your noble status. If I remember correctly, your suit skirt is in order. It’s matched with a silk scarf, and the collar reveals so much, it can easily lead to misunderstanding.”

"you……"

Li Yaqing's face turned red and she immediately looked down at her clothes.