Chapter 111 She is not wrong

Jian Mo glanced at him calmly and said, "No, I just don't have much of an appetite."

Grandpa didn't expect that he would really ignore it after Jian Mo said that. His expression was very calm and there was no ripple.

Kick him rudely from the bottom.

The man stood up, his expression not sure whether it was helplessness or impatience. He picked up Jian Mo's hanging hand and pulled it up, "Don't eat if you don't have an appetite."

Hold it and lead it away.

Jian Mo felt a chill on her hands and turned to look at her grandfather: "But Grandpa..."

Grandpa smiled generously: "Go with Achen."

Ju Ma stood to one side and took in the whole scene, her expression complicated: "Brother Huo, it took a lot of effort for you to come here..."

"Mom Ju." Grandpa interrupted her and said softly, "Come, don't stand, sit down and eat together."

Ju Ma was flattered and quickly shook her head, "No, this is against the rules."

Grandpa didn't invite her again. Instead, he raised the corner of his mouth and looked at her: "You also know that this is against the rules."

Ju Ma was no fool, she understood immediately, "I crossed the line."

Grandpa, this is a warning...

As a servant, she should do her duty and do her own job. She has no right to interfere in other matters.

In Mingyuan's master bedroom, the servant quickly brought up two tubes of burn ointment, "Madam."

The man was standing on the balcony answering the phone. He just heard the word "Mu Yi", which must be a report on Sun Ran's condition.

When I walked out, I deliberately closed the door to isolate her.

Jian Mo came back to her senses from the man's handsome back, took the ointment, and concentrated on applying it.

This was the scene Huo Qichen saw when he came back after answering the phone.

Jian Mo squeezed the ointment and threw it on the table. She was the first to ask, "How is Sun Ran?"

The man leaned against the door, looked at her with his head tilted, and his voice sounded a little ethereal: "Aren't you very stubborn? You didn't apologize when you did something wrong, and now I remember asking."

Jian Mo met his gaze without fear: "I'm not wrong."

Huo Qi Chen raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

She wanted to say that Sun Ran had bumped into her on his own, and that there should be surveillance cameras in the shopping district. But she stopped herself. It did sound a bit like what he'd said—jealousy.

Jian Mo didn't want that.

She stood up and tried to leave. "I'm going to sleep in my original room tonight."

He stopped halfway and said, "Ask Sun Ran. If she allows me, I can go see her. After all, I am partly responsible."

Huo Qichen listened to her arrogant tone. She could turn something that was her due into charity. Once her arrogant temper flared up, no one could control her.

Huo Qi Chen didn't stop her or say anything, he just turned and went into the bathroom.

While waiting, Jian Mo was holding a computer in the living room and drawing drawings. She couldn't concentrate and stared at the screen in a daze for a long time. Her nose felt sore and she couldn't help but cry.

When the time was almost up, she staggered to her feet, leaned against the wall to ease her numb legs, and walked back to her original room. Unexpectedly, she was met by her grandfather who came out, "What's wrong, Xiaomo?"

Jian Mo hurriedly concealed her emotions, her eyes wandering as she lied, "I, I came over to get something."

Grandpa was so smart that he saw through her immediately and sent her back: "I'll help you with whatever you need. Go back and take a shower first. It's been a whole day."

"Achen is washing."

"Isn't he coming out?"

Grandpa looked behind Jian Mo. She turned back in surprise and saw Huo Qichen standing not far away in silk pajamas. He seemed to be picking up something, but then put it back.

Jian Mo was suddenly overwhelmed by anger and felt like hanging herself.

Why on earth did he come out at this time?

So Jian Mo was almost driven back to the master bedroom.

She touched her hair and suddenly understood why her grandfather stayed in Mingyuan tonight.

There's no escape.

Jian Mo said: "I'll sleep on the sofa."

I found a blanket in the cloakroom, thinking that I wouldn't catch a cold sleeping in the constant temperature room.

Unexpectedly, he was grabbed from behind. The next second, his head felt dizzy and he fell heavily against the wall.

His hands were pressed down hard, unable to move, and he was puzzled: "What are you doing!"

The heat was intertwined, and the man's face was very clear. He moved away a little, his meaning difficult to discern, and asked forcefully: "Why are you crying over the computer?"

Jian Mo's heart skipped a beat, her eyes filled with confusion and turmoil. She wondered how he could have seen...

At this moment, Huo Qi Chen realized how quickly Jian Mo's expression changed.

She suddenly sneered, then blinked and deliberately said coquettishly: "Huo Qichen, you don't think I'm really jealous, do you?"

Huo Qi Chen looked at her with a serious gaze and ignored her.

Seeing that she was bored, Jian Mo put aside her coquettishness and said calmly, "You think too much. I'm not crying."

He looked around a few times but couldn't see anything unusual.

Is that so... He was overthinking it.

On second thought, yes, jealous... How could he be jealous when he is so stubborn?

Huo Qi Chen suddenly remembered something and loosened her wrists, untying the shackles.

Then he opened the cloakroom.

A dazzling array of options.

There were many women's clothes, all seasonal clothes that he had asked the brand to select before. Huo Qichen said in a cool voice: "Pick a dress suitable for attending the banquet."

Jian Mo was stunned.

He continued, "Come with me to the banquet celebrating the successful acquisition of Wanjing. It's a good opportunity to see what Zhou Liangqi's expression is like."

Huo Qichen's eyes were sharp and never left her face, trying to sense her confusion and sadness, but he only saw astonishment, followed by an expression of "Oh, I see."

Jian Mo really didn't know about the successful acquisition of Wanjing.

They haven't been in contact since Zhou Liangqi went abroad. How could Huo Qichen think they were related?

Jian Mo tends to lose focus whenever she thinks about something, and if she loses focus under Huo Qichen's nose, the consequences will obviously not be good.

Almost instantly, Jian Mo felt lighter, and was easily picked up by the man by the waist. The scattered light in her eyes focused, and she subconsciously hugged his neck tightly, but suddenly let go when she realized what was happening. "You!"

The tall, large man, wearing pajamas, with a cold and arrogant smile, suddenly whispered in her ear, "Zhou Liangqi? A gentle, romantic figure, so kind to you. Come with me and see how he feels when he fails."

Jian Mo stared at the nasty man, wishing she could bite him directly, but she didn't dare to struggle too much. If she started to make a scene, it might end badly, as her grandfather was there.

Knowing that he had misunderstood something, he gritted his teeth and said, "That was simply! It was excruciating!"

Huo Qichen stopped at the bedside while holding her, and suddenly let go of her hand. Jian Mo fell onto the soft bed, her black hair spread out. Looking down from above, she looked both erotic and pure.

She opened her glassy eyes wide: "What are you crazy about!"

Like a dormant cheetah, he suddenly lunged forward, pinching her jaw with the base of his large palm. He spoke dangerously, "That can't be helped. Mrs. Huo will have to dress up to attend. I hope the performance will be as good as tonight."