"No, why is Mr. Jun holding a gift behind this man?"

"Isn't he the president of Jun Group?"

"That's the richest man in our imperial capital. Why is he following other men? It seems like he is the assistant."

The warm words made Jun Mohan speechless for a moment. Even Mrs. Jun kept staring at her grandson to see the good things he did.

"This," Jun Mohan thought for a moment and said calmly: "I think he was misled by the conspirators. At that time, the bodyguard behind him was holding the gift. Later, Mr. Jun took it and prepared to give it to Mr. Wang."

"Oh! That's it!" Wen Xin frowned again, "Then how come this person's body shape and facial features are similar to yours?"

"So much like you."

Wen Wen's gaze fell on Jun Mohan, looking at him from head to toe, and then at his face.

They are so similar. If the uncle didn't have a beard, would they look more alike?

Thinking about it, she reached out her hand to pull his beard.

Jun Mohan was so frightened that he took a step back. Mrs. Jun saw her grandson's cowardice and joked: "Wenxin, don't say that this photo looks a bit like my grandson."

"That's right! Grandma looks so much like me. You see, his figure is exactly the same as my uncle's. Who do you think he is!"

"These people can't take pictures clearly either."

Mrs. Jun was speechless for a moment. Damn it, lying feels like constipation. It’s so uncomfortable.

"That wife, we don't know this person, and I believe Mr. Jun doesn't know her either. She just has a similar figure to me."

Wen Xin nodded, "Yeah, forget it, I'll cook."

After saying that, she went to the kitchen. Mrs. Jun pointed at her grandson's forehead and said with a smile: "You coward, it turns out that there are times when you are afraid. Let's see if you still dare to lie to Wenxin."

Jun Mohan put his head with one hand and remained deep in thought.

Wen Xin was thinking about the photo while making noodles. She didn't even know the old lady had come in.

"It's so warm! I'll make more for Jiang Yan later. He has a good relationship with Noila Mo now."

"When I think about our family having a son-in-law who is a doctor, grandma is so excited."

Seeing that Wen Xin didn't answer, Mrs. Jun waved her hand in front of her eyes, "My granddaughter-in-law, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm sorry, grandma, I was just thinking about the photo so I didn't hear you. Please say it again."

"It's just steamed buns! Make more and bring them to Jiang Yan."

He smiled warmly and said, "Okay, grandma."

After eating, all the steamed buns had been steamed. Wen Xin divided the buns into three portions and packed them.

One share for Lin Haiyan.

One share for Tian Xiuyu.

One portion for Jiang Yan.

Mrs. Jun said she was too full to eat and wanted to go for a walk, and gave the buns to Tian Xiuyu. Wenxin took the other two portions and prepared to go out.

"Wait a minute, I'll see you off."

Jun Mohan walked out, already dressed and arranging his casual coat.

He smiled warmly and said, "Thank you, uncle."

Seeing the young couple leaving sweetly, the old lady was in a good mood.

In the car, Jun Mohan was focusing on driving.

Wen Xin stared at his profile for a long time, and finally looked directly at him, seriously interfering with Jun Mohan's driving.

"Honey, do you love me more and more?"

"How do you say this?"

"If you didn't love me, why would you stare at me all the way?"

Wen Xin swallowed her saliva and said calmly: "Uncle, are you hiding something from me?"

"for example......"

"For example, your identity, your appearance, and your family..."

The warm words made Jun Mohan's car almost run through a red light. He braked suddenly and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

I'm sorry! I shouldn't have sent this girl out tonight. She said this as if she knew it.

It's so frustrating.

The tip of his tongue touched the crown of his teeth and he said calmly: "Why do you think so?"

"Because you look so much like the man in that photo, I even wonder if that's your twin brother?"

"Maybe your mother gave birth to you as twins, but the nurse took one away, so your mother didn't know."

Jun Mohan smiled, gently touched her nose with his hand and said fondly: "You have a good imagination, you are indeed suitable for writing novels."

"It's so boring, I won't pay attention to you."

Closing his eyes and taking a warm slumber, Jun Mohan breathed a sigh of relief.

This identity time bomb is here, and sooner or later he will have a heart attack.

It seems like I have to find a chance to confess.

In the hospital, Jun Mohan and Wenxin went to see Lin Haiyan porridge first.

Then he said a few words, and while the buns were hot, Jun Mohan was called by Wen Xin to deliver the buns to Jiang Yan, while he was chatting with Lin Haiyan. Porridge was eating steamed buns and chicken soup while making delicious sounds.

Jun Mohan carried the buns and went directly to Jiang Yan's office.

Looking over, Jiang Yan was looking at something in front of the computer.

Jun Mohan knocked on the door lightly and walked in. Then he lazily sat down on the sofa opposite him and said in a deep voice: "These are the buns that my grandma asked me to bring you."

Jiang Yan stood up and walked over politely, "Thank you, I didn't expect you would still want to see me."

"I didn't want to see him at first, but my wife ordered me to come."

After saying this, he crossed his legs and looked at Jiang Yan coldly, then looked at her from head to toe, which made Jiang Yan's back feel cold.

"She looks pretty good, but she's a little worse than me."

"You have a good figure, but you have no muscles and you look very weak, a little worse than me."

"What a pity for my sister, a flower is stuck on the cow dung."

Jun Mohan's words did not make Jiang Yan angry. He said calmly: "So you came to me specifically tonight just to attack me."

Looking up at his beard, he shook his head and smiled. If this beard hadn't been in the photo yesterday, he would have been deceived.

It turns out that he is actually the richest man in the imperial capital and the youngest president of the Jun Group, Jun Mohan.

The disguise is so good that even the warmth is deceived.

It's really boring.

Jun Mohan straightened up and said calmly: "A blow does not count. I am telling the truth. Your appearance is good, but it is indeed worse than mine..."

Realizing that his identity was almost exposed, he was so frightened that he immediately stopped talking.

"Stop pretending, Jun Mohan."

"?"

When Jun Mohan was confused, Jiang Yan raised his hand and pulled off his beard. Jun Mohan was so shocked that he almost cursed.

"you!"

"Jiang Yan, you are crazy."

"Mr. Jun, stop pretending. If I hadn't seen your blurry photo yesterday, I would have been kept in the dark by you. I really didn't expect that Jun Mohan, who is heavily owed in Wenxin's eyes, is actually the richest man in the imperial capital. It's funny to think about it. .”

When his identity was exposed, Jun Mohan hurriedly snatched the beard from his hand and stuck it on his face, warning with a sullen face, "If my identity is known to others, you will never marry my sister."

"Don't worry! I won't tell you, but you should still think about how to explain to Wen Xin in the future. After all, this is deception."

Jiang Yan picked up the steamed buns and leaned on his table, opened the lunch box and tasted the meat buns carefully, and said with a smile: "The steamed buns made by Wenxin are still delicious, one of the best."

"Mr. Jun, you have to hold on to your hard-won happiness. She is a good woman. If you want your marriage to work, you must keep it going."

"There should be no concealment or secrets between husband and wife, but there should also be trust. Obviously you are not doing this well."
Chapter completed!