"Ah, President Wen is so ruthless, actually deducting year-end bonuses. I'll never dare to speak again."
"Shut up, I'm completely muted. I won't say anything anymore, for my lovely year-end bonus."
"For my year-end bonus, I'll never dare to talk nonsense again."
The company's employees all shut their mouths.
"I've already issued a warning. Tomorrow, no one will dare to speak again."
"Really?" Jiang Mo asked with some skepticism.
"Of course it's true. When have I ever lied to you?"
The next day, when Jiang Mo arrived, he indeed didn't hear any more gossip about him.
Dressing room.
Jiang Mo was getting his final styling. The makeup artist changed him into a very sexy black suit, with the front neckline wide open, fastened with only one button, revealing a large expanse of his firm chest.
Jiang Mo looked in the mirror and frowned slightly.
"Sister Wang, do I really have to wear this outfit for the magazine shoot? Can't I change into something else? It's too revealing, with only one button. What's the difference between this and wearing nothing?"
If Wen Yan saw this, could he even survive?!
Sister Wang explained, "This kind of style is popular these days. Magazines with this kind of outfit are more eye-catching and will definitely sell better. This is the one, no need to change."
"This outfit suits you so well. It completely shows off your smooth muscle lines. It might be a huge hit."
"This suit is also a limited edition from Fashion Week, a particularly well-designed wine-red sexy suit with a unique design."
Jiang Mo looked troubled. "Sister Wang, can't I really change? I still think it's a bit too revealing."
"No change. This look is simply too fashionable. We'll go to the studio to shoot in a while and try to finish all the looks in three days."
Just then, Wen Yan came in wearing high heels, her eyes fixed on Jiang Mo.
After clearly seeing the clothes he was wearing, her eyes suddenly narrowed.
Sister Wang said with a smile, "President Wen, you're here to check on the progress too. We've already done Xiao Jiang's styling. We guarantee that the photos taken with this look will be the most fashionable."
"President Wen, Jiang Mo is simply a walking clothes rack. He looks good in anything. This outfit on him is absolutely stunning."
"His figure is so good. This suit can completely show off his muscle lines."
Wen Yan cast a cold gaze around the people and uttered two icy words, "Change it."
"Ah? Change it? Does President Wen think this limited-edition Fashion Week suit doesn't suit Jiang Mo?"
"This outfit doesn't suit Jiang Mo at all. Put that outfit on him."
Wen Yan pointed to a very conservative black suit on the clothes rack.
Sister Wang explained, "President Wen, this suit style is almost outdated. It's too conservative and can't highlight Jiang Mo's figure. His figure is so good, we must highlight it, preferably showing off his abs."
Wen Yan's tone was icy. "Abs? Who said magazine shoots must show off abs?"
Sister Wang explained in a low voice, "President Wen, our company's artists used to shoot magazines in this style, and the sales were very good. You may not have noticed this before."
"Yes, Jiang Mo's figure is so good, we must show it off, otherwise it would be a waste."
"The magazine will definitely be a big seller and might even be a huge hit."
Wen Yan didn't listen to the explanations around her, her voice cold. "I said, he can't show his abs. I'll only say this once. As for the clothes, you can choose yourselves."
Seeing that Wen Yan was angry, Sister Wang could only nod in agreement.
"Okay, President Wen, I'll change his styling immediately."
Wen Yan glanced at Jiang Mo and left the dressing room.
Sister Wang said in a low voice, "President Wen has never interfered with our shoots before. Why did she suddenly come here today?"
"I heard that Jiang Mo and President Wen's relationship is not ordinary, so President Wen came here and won't allow him to show his abs."
"I see."
Sister Wang could only prepare a very conservative suit for Jiang Mo.
"Mr. Jiang, the styling is done. You can go shoot now."
"Okay."
Jiang Mo looked in the mirror and was quite satisfied with the outfit this time.
After an afternoon of shooting, Jiang Mo went to the parking lot and sat in the car, waiting for Wen Yan.
After waiting for about ten minutes, Wen Yan still hadn't come out. He picked up his phone and sent Wen Yan a message.
Mo Mo: [Wife, why haven't you gotten off work yet? It's already 5 o'clock. Do you have something important?]
Darling Wife: [Almost there, wait a few more minutes.]
After finishing the meeting, Wen Yan rushed to the parking lot. She was walking a little fast and accidentally sprained her foot.
Jiang Mo got the message and immediately went to pick her up.
Wen Yan was sitting on a roadside seat, looking a bit pitiful.
"You're finally here."
Jiang Mo squatted down and looked at Wen Yan's ankle. "Why are you so careless and sprained your foot?"
Wen Yan said softly, "I was walking a little fast and now I can't walk."
"I'll carry you. Let's go to the hospital to take a look."
Jiang Mo carried Wen Yan to the car and put her in the back seat.
"Does it hurt?"
"A little."
Jiang Mo took off Wen Yan's high heels and gently kneaded her ankle with his fingers.
"Does it still hurt? We'll be at the hospital soon."
Wen Yan shook her head. "It doesn't hurt too much."
"Why were you walking so fast and sprained your foot? Was it because I urged you? You can't walk so fast. An ankle sprain will take one or two weeks to heal."
Jiang Mo gently applied pressure and continued to massage Wen Yan.
"It was just an accident, just a little sprain. It'll be fine in a couple of days."
"How could it be a minor injury? Your foot is very swollen."
When they arrived at the hospital, Jiang Mo carried Wen Yan inside.
"Put me down, I can walk by myself."
"No, your foot is severely sprained, you can't walk anymore. I'll carry you."
There were few people at the private hospital, and they quickly got a number.
Jiang Mo carried Wen Yan in, took an X-ray, applied medicine, and got a bunch of medicine.
"Jiang Mo, aren't you tired? Put me down first, I can walk."
"You're so light, I'm not tired at all. I can carry you."
Jiang Mo's boyfriend aura exploded and carried Wen Yan back to the car.
Wen Yan cupped 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, bought for Tangtang. I'll give it to you first."
Jiang Mo personally peeled open the candy wrapper and put it in Wen Yan's mouth.
"It won't hurt anymore after eating the candy."
Wen Yan chuckled lightly. "Jiang Mo, do you think I'm a three-year-old child? So easy to coax, it won't hurt after eating candy? I need something else."
"Something else? What?" Jiang Mo was confused.
Wen Yan's gaze fell on Jiang Mo's lips. "Of course it's something more delicious..."
