"Where do you find such delicious restaurants?"
"Recommended by a friend."
"A friend? Lu Ze?" The only friend An Yiruo had ever met from Mo Jingchen was Lu Ze.
"It's not him, he doesn't have the vision."
“Yeah, I think so too. I wonder who your friend with such good taste is!” An Yiruo said casually while eating.
"What, are you interested?"
An Yiruo, who was eating, felt a dangerous aura surrounding her when she heard Mo Jingchen say this.
"No, it's just curiosity, pure curiosity! Hehe, hurry up and eat, the food will get cold and won't taste good!" An Yiruo said, then put a chicken leg into Mo Jingchen's bowl.
"You reacted quickly!" Mo Jingchen muttered to himself, taking a bite of the chicken leg An Yiruo had given him. Mmm, it was delicious.
After lunch, Mo Jingchen intended to let An Yiruo take a nap in his lounge, but An Yiruo firmly refused, because she didn't want to continue sleeping there for the afternoon!
"I'm going back now, see you tonight!" An Yiruo smiled at Mo Jingchen, then turned and left.
"What a heartless little brat, eating and then leaving!" Mo Jingchen shook his head and cleared the table of dishes by himself...
After get off work, An Yiruo went to her mother's place. Mo Jingchen had an important dinner party that he couldn't refuse, otherwise he would have gone with An Yiruo to visit her mother.
"Jingchen didn't come back with you?" An's mother sat on the sofa and couldn't help but ask as she watched An Yiruo return alone.
"He had a business gathering he couldn't cancel. So what? I came back alone; wouldn't it be nice if we enjoyed some quality time together as mother and daughter?"
After changing into slippers, An Yiruo came to her mother's side, took her arm, and acted like a little girl being affectionate with her mother.
"You, why are you still so immature!" Mother An reached out and tapped An Yiruo's forehead lightly.
"It hurts." An Yiruo's cry of pain contained a hint of acting.
An Yiruo's "performance" was to cheer up her mother. As the old saying goes, a good mood often makes a big difference in health!
"The young mistress and her mother have such a good relationship; I'm envious," Aunt Li said as she prepared dinner in the kitchen, witnessing the scene between the mother and daughter.
"I've spoiled my daughter rotten since she was little!" Although An's mother said this, the doting look in her eyes for her daughter was no less intense.
"Daughters should be pampered as they grow up; daughters are always their mothers' little cotton-padded jackets," Aunt Li replied with a smile.
"Yes, An'an is the greatest pride of my life!" An'an's mother always speaks of An Yiruo with pride and joy.
When An Yiruo heard her mother say this for the first time, she felt a sudden lump in her throat for some reason.
"Mom~"
"Go wash your hands quickly so we can prepare dinner soon," An's mother urged her, because as a mother, she understood what An Yiru was thinking at that moment.
When An Yiruo returned after washing her hands, she saw that Aunt Li had already prepared the meal and put it on the table.
An Yiruo went over and helped her mother up to walk to the dining table.
"An'an, I'm just a little weak, my leg isn't injured, you don't need to support me so carefully." An'an's mother found it somewhat amusing to see her daughter supporting her so cautiously.
"I was just worried about you," she said, but her grip on her mother's hand didn't loosen in the slightest.
"Please do as the young mistress wishes," Aunt Li said with a smile as she took the last dish, wiped her hands on her apron, and spoke to Mother An.
"My daughter!"
During the meal, An Yiruo gestured for Aunt Li to sit down and eat with her.
"Young Madam... this... is against the rules."
“It’s alright, this isn’t the Mo family’s place. I’m in charge here. Aunt Li, please sit down and eat with us. You’ve been busy all night too,” An Yiruo gestured for her to sit down.
“Well… I’ll gladly accept your offer.” When Aunt Li first sat down, she was a little nervous and awkward, but as time went on, she became less reserved.
She could chat warmly with An's mother and An Yiruo.
"An'an, it's getting late. You should go home quickly. I'm worried you might encounter some danger if you stay out too long."
"Xiao Zhang will come to pick me up, Mom, can you please let me stay a little longer?"
"No, a girl should go home early at night."
"But, Mom..."
"Listen to me, you can come see me again tomorrow. Go home early today," An's mother insisted, and An Yiruo could no longer stay.
I had no choice but to leave, even though it was hard to bear.
He went downstairs, opened the car door, saw the figure sitting in the back seat, a smile appeared on his lips, and he quickly got into the car.
"Chen, when did you get here? Why aren't you coming upstairs?"
"I just arrived. I wanted to give you and your daughter some space, so I waited for you downstairs."
An Yiruo sat next to Mo Jingchen and smelled what seemed to be the smell of alcohol on him.
"Have you been drinking?"
"Yeah, I had a little. It was a business gathering, I couldn't refuse." Mo Jingchen took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, put down the documents in his hand, and then took An Yiruo's hand.
"drive."
"Yes, young master," Xiao Zhang, sitting in the driver's seat, replied respectfully.
Back at Xinghai Bay, An Yiruo went into the kitchen first and made a cup of honey water for Mo Jingchen.
"Here, drink some honey water, it can help."
"Thank you, wife," Mo Jingchen said with a grin as he took the honey water and called An Yiruo his wife.
The word "wife" made An Yiru blush instantly.
"My wife looks so beautiful when she blushes."
"You...you're like a thug!"
"No, given our current relationship, it's more like flirting," Mo Jingchen said, then happily left with his glass of honey water.
After rolling her eyes, An Yiruo followed after him.
"A scoundrel is a scoundrel! And he won't admit it!" An Yiru muttered to herself as she walked.
What are you saying?
"N-nothing..." An Yiruo looked at Mo Jingchen in front of her, feeling like she'd been caught talking badly about someone!
Feeling a little guilty, she lowered her head and quickly ran back to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
He leaned against the door and patted his chest: "Phew, he probably didn't hear me, right? He definitely didn't. I was speaking so softly."
Little did anyone know, Mo Jingchen was on the other side of the door, and he heard every word An Yiruo said inside.
However, he wasn't angry. He smiled, shook his head, and turned to go to his study.
He still has work to finish tonight, and later still, he has a multinational conference to attend.
After Mo Jingchen finished his work, he glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 2:30 a.m. He turned off his computer, took off his glasses, and got up to walk towards his bedroom.
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