"Ding Dong." Yan Mo was mopping the floor when the doorbell rang.

Putting down the mop, Yan Mo went to open the door.

When she opened the door, the tall and handsome Si Ze was standing at the door, looking at her with a smile.

Yan Mo: "I knew it was you."

If any Zhenghong employees were present at this moment, they would definitely curse their boss's face-changing skills.

Si Ze raised an eyebrow, looked at the wet ground and said, "Do you have slippers?"

"It's okay, come in! I haven't prepared the slippers yet." Yan Mo stepped aside. Si Ze entered the house.

Si said: "How did you guess it was me?"

"You arranged the bodyguards, didn't you? The move was a last-minute decision yesterday, and no one knew about it yet." Yan Mo paused, looked at Si Ze, and asked, "I'm curious, how did you know?"

Yan Mo discovered that even though she had not told Si Ze about her affairs, he would always find out about them at the first opportunity and help her.

Last time it was Gong Ling, this time? Her mother?

"Guess." Si Ze took off his coat, took the mop from Yan Mo's hand and said, "You go and have a rest, I'll mop for you."

Although we didn't move any large luggage today, it was still not easy moving back and forth.

Since they were planning to talk to him, they couldn't be too polite. In her heart, she had already regarded Si Ze as her boyfriend.

The task of mopping the floor was given to Si Ze, and Yan Mo went to the bar to boil the water that had not been boiled just now.

His hands kept moving while he asked tentatively, "Did my mother tell you?"

She couldn't think of anyone else except her mother.

Si Ze neither said yes nor no, just smiled faintly and started doing work that was not his job.

She didn't break the habit of drinking, so she found her fat cup, poured a cup of boiled water, sat leisurely on the sofa, drank it sip by sip, and admired the way Cheese Ze worked hard.

Suddenly, Yan Mo had a sudden idea. If she took a photo of Zhang Size mopping the floor and posted it online, she wondered if her account would become popular.

Or maybe selling it to entertainment reporters would make a small profit. There is no photo of the president of Zhenghong Group on the entire Internet right now.

Yan Mo did it as soon as he thought of it. He put the cup in his hand on the coffee table, took out his mobile phone, gave a sly smile, and took three consecutive photos of Si Ze.

Without a trace of slowness, and fortunately for her quick hands, just as she finished taking the photo, a big hand reached out and pointed at the target phone.

Yan Mo quickly dodged backwards, hiding his phone behind him to avoid Si Ze, so his phone was not taken away.

"Mr. Si, why are you trying to steal my phone?" Yan Mo asked knowingly.

Si Ze frowned slightly: "Are you secretly filming me?"

"No."

"Give it to me." Si Ze was very sure that she had taken the photo, and then reached out to grab it.

"No." He dodged twice and Yan Mo slipped away from his hand like a loach.

"Give it or not."

"I just won't give it to you." Yan Mo has always been soft-hearted, so he simply put his phone back into his pocket and looked at Si Ze provocatively, with an expression that said, "What can he do to her?"

"Are you sure you don't want to give it to me?"

Si Ze suddenly stopped his actions and stopped snatching. He looked at her with a smile, let her go, and stood up.

Giving up so soon? Yan Mo had a bad feeling in her heart, but she was not a person who was afraid of trouble. She said with certainty: "If I say I won't give it to you, then I won't give it to you. Threatening is useless."

"I'm not threatening, I'm taking pictures too." At some point, Si Ze took out his cell phone and started taking random pictures of her face. He backed away from Yan Mo while taking pictures. Yan Mo only heard the non-stop "click, click" sound.

"Go ahead and take the picture! I don't care." Yan Mo was calm and composed. He didn't even try to block it, and his expression didn't change at all.

"It really doesn't matter." Si Ze couldn't help but smile:

"That's perfect, I'll take a few more pictures. I think WeChat has a Moments feature where you can post photos!"

Si Ze was not very sure. Usually he only reposted some content and never posted any photos. After taking dozens of photos of Yan Mo, he began to study him.

Yan Mo remained calm.

Seeing Si Ze taking pictures, he really started operating his phone.

"Don't." If it were any other time, she wouldn't mind taking pictures of Yan Mo, but at this moment, seeing how dirty and dusty he looked, she couldn't stand it. She immediately jumped up and pounced towards Si Ze, trying to snatch Si Ze's phone.

After a few attempts at grabbing and dodging, Yan Mo slowly pushed Si Ze down on the sofa and tried to snatch the phone that he was holding above his head.

"Haha, I got it." Yan Mo lay on top of him, laughing triumphantly, completely unaware of Si Ze's changes.

As he laughed, Yan Mo felt something was wrong, and his heartbeat sounded like a drum in his ears.

Yan Mo slowly raised his eyes, and in an instant, he met Si Ze's deep eyes.

Si Ze's eyes darkened, and he seemed to be suppressing something. He called out in a hoarse voice, "Wife."

"Cough." Yan Mo's face turned red instantly. Her woman's instinct told her to jump away, and she did so.

Yan Mo covered up the abnormality and said: "I won't delete it. It's not my circle of friends anyway. You can post it as you like."

He didn't dare look at her and closed his eyes.

Wanting to get closer to Si Ze, but not daring to, Yan Mo asked worriedly, "Hey, Mr. Si, are you okay?"

Si Ze's face really looked too ugly and painful. Yan Mo couldn't help but wonder if she had accidentally hurt him just now?

But, is Si Ze's physique so easily injured? He was the one who was besieged by a group of robbers and remained unscathed.

It doesn’t seem possible when you think about it!

After a long period of no response and hesitation, Yan Mo returned to the sofa and stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Si Ze suddenly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Don't touch me, stay away, I'm fine."

"Okay." Yan Mo immediately stepped back a few feet and waited anxiously.

After calming down for a while, Si Ze sat up from the sofa, picked up the water on the coffee table, and drank several sips before he completely suppressed his inexplicable restlessness.

Yan Mo opened her mouth, wanting to remind him that she had drunk that, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Yan Mo asked anxiously, "Are you feeling better?"

"fine."

This was the first time this phenomenon occurred, and Si Ze felt a little embarrassed. Until now, he deliberately avoided Yan Mo's gaze and dared not look her directly in the eye.

"That's good." Yan Mo breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at the empty Fatty Cup and said:

"Do you want some water? I'll get you some."

Si Ze shook his head and changed the subject, returning to the main topic: "Now that we've mopped the floor, is there anything else we need to do?"

A wet ground is the easiest to get dirty. Seeing Si Ze's hard work being soiled by his shoes again, Yan Mo glanced outside and saw that it was still early, so he said, "I'd better go buy a couple of pairs of slippers first, otherwise all my efforts will be in vain."

"Okay." Si Ze stood up, patted his clothes, picked up the coat on the sofa and put it on.

Yan Mo: "Wait a minute."

Before going out, Yan Mo took out a pen and paper from the cardboard box and made a list of what he needed to buy.