"Yeah, he loves his work, he's a workaholic. Let's ignore him and continue eating," Mo Jingchen said, sitting there, spouting nonsense with a straight face.
"An'an, what do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."
"Mmm... snail rice noodles!"
"Is this stuff really that delicious?" Mo Jingchen pinched his nose and handed the bowl of snail rice noodles to An Yiruo.
"Chen, it's especially delicious, do you want to try some? You know, this Assistant Zhou really knows how to buy things, the food he buys is all very good. It's just what I want, haha." An Yiruo placed the snail rice noodles in front of Mo Jingchen and handed him chopsticks, wanting him to try some.
"No, this taste... I'm not ready to try it!"
"Not eating snail rice noodles really means missing out on a lot of happiness! It's like durian, it smells bad but tastes delicious! And people who like it really like it, the more they eat, the more they like it!" An Yiruo saw that Mo Jingchen refused to try it, so she took it back and ate it herself, becoming happier and happier as she ate.
"It would be even better if there was a durian too!" An Yiru said, her mouth bulging as she ate snail rice noodles, her words a little unclear.
"What?"
"I said, it would be perfect if there was another durian!"
"Want some durian?"
"Hmm, but Chen, can you handle that smell?! The snail rice noodles already smelled really strong tonight, if we add durian... then this room will smell... really 'stinky' all night long."
"Fine, let it stink. It's better to suffer once than twice!" Mo Jingchen said, and then sent a message to his assistant Zhou.
"Assistant Zhou, bring over another durian."
"President, I'm... soaking in the hot spring!" Assistant Zhou said, looking at himself in the hot spring pool and then at his phone.
"I'll reimburse you for all your expenses tonight."
"Yes, Mr. President. I'll be right there!" He bowed his head to money once again. Tonight, he was determined to party all night and squeeze a hefty sum out of the president.
This way, his effort to deliver durians after coming out of the hot spring pool wasn't in vain.
"President, the durians have arrived." Assistant Zhou put on a professional smile, stood in front of Mo Jingchen's door, and knocked politely and respectfully.
After taking the durian, Mo Jingchen closed the door.
Assistant Zhou stared at the closed door, thinking to himself, "The CEO is really jealous! He's not going to steal the CEO's wife away. Besides, he knows his own limitations; even if he wanted to, the CEO's wife wouldn't fall for it."
As he turned to leave, he remembered the president saying he would reimburse all expenses for the night. Assistant Zhou's eyes darted around, and he smiled as he headed towards the entertainment venue on the hotel's basement level.
Having ordered quite a few fine drinks, Assistant Zhou sat in a booth, drinking and admiring the glitz and glamour of the place.
However, some people come here for leisure, while others come to find rich second-generation heirs hoping to rise to the top overnight.
"Sir, are you alone?" A beautiful woman noticed that all the drinks Zhou's assistant had ordered were quite expensive, so she adjusted her clothes, revealing her shoulders, and walked gracefully to Zhou's side.
"Whether I'm a person or not is none of your business," Assistant Zhou said, feeling nauseous as he looked at the heavily made-up woman in front of him.
"Sir, you jest. Whether you have compatriots or not is none of my business, but if you're feeling bored, I can keep you company." The woman tried her best to please Assistant Zhou, assuming that he must be a big boss since he was wearing a suit.
"Woman, I'm not the one you're looking for. You've picked the wrong person. I'm giving you a chance to leave on your own," Assistant Zhou said coldly, taking a sip of his drink.
"Sir, don't be so heartless. It's a long night, and you must be bored by yourself!" The woman was about to sit down next to Assistant Zhou when he pulled her away with a backhand.
"Thankfully, nothing on my body got dirty," Assistant Zhou said, taking a deep breath and patting his chest.
"You...you've gone too far," the woman said before leaving in her sky-high heels.
"That's too much! I've got even more outrageous ideas for you!"
Although Assistant Zhou is still single, he is selective and not just anyone can catch his eye.
Seeing how loving the CEO and his wife are now, he's even less willing to settle! That kind of woman is simply not his type…
Upstairs, when Mo Jingchen brought the durian into the house, An Yiruo's eyes lit up with surprise: "Chen, you really bought durian!"
“If An’an wants to eat it, of course we’ll buy it.”
"Chen, you're like my Doraemon, granting me so many wishes."
An Yiruo's sudden confession made Mo Jingchen's heart feel as sweet as if it had been touched by honey.
"Silly girl. I'll peel the durian for you, you can continue eating your snail rice noodles. After you finish eating, you can come over and eat the durian."
"Thank you, Chen."
Mo Jingchen smiled at An Yiruo, then put on gloves and began peeling the durian while holding his breath. He simply couldn't stand the smell!
When An Yiruo had eaten and drunk her fill and was satisfied, she put down her gloves and collapsed on the sofa, only to be suddenly picked up by Mo Jingchen and carried into the house.
"Ah, Chen. Why are you hugging me?" An Yiruo exclaimed in surprise at the sudden feeling of weightlessness.
"Take off your clothes, soak in the hot spring, and wash away the smell from your body."
"But I just ate, will I throw up if I soak in the hot spring?" An Yiruo said with a wry smile.
"No," Mo Jingchen said, holding An Yiruo's hand tightly without letting go, and quickly walked into the hot spring room.
After putting An Yiruo down, Mo Jingchen began to unbutton his clothes.
"Chen, my swimsuit is in the bedroom."
"unnecessary."
“But shouldn’t we wear swimsuits when soaking in hot springs?” An Yiruo voiced her thoughts.
"Wearing swimsuits to the hot springs is for public pools. We're in our room now, with plenty of privacy, so what would we need that damn thing for?"
“But…” An Yiruo looked at the pool of clear water, and I looked at Mo Jingchen again, clearly feeling a little awkward.
"An'an, do you need my help?" Mo Jingchen asked, seeing An Yiru standing there without making a move.
"No...no need." An Yiruo quickly took off her clothes, then quickly dived into the water and sat in a corner to cover herself.
But Mo Jingchen was different. He walked into the hot spring pool step by step in a very open and generous manner, and then slowly approached An Yiruo.
"Have some shame! As a man, you should have some self-respect," An Yiruo said, unable to bear looking at Mo Jingchen's current state.
"How can a reserved man ever have a wife!"
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