Chapter 197 Using Me as a Shield Again
Cui Hao's fingertips gently stroked the ends of Chenchen's hair, and his eyes behind the glasses darkened:
"Does your mom know he lives next door?"
"I don't know yet, but he's next door, so we'll run into him sooner or later."
Just as Chenchen finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up from Cui Hao's arms:
"It's over!"
Cui Hao was startled by his sudden action and looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Sister Yan asked me to ask you to come down for dinner."
Cui Hao looked at him and asked tentatively, "How long have you been up here?"
Chenchen glanced at his watch: "Uh... almost an hour."
The next second, Chenchen's phone watch rang, and the caller ID said "Sister Yan."
The two of them looked at each other in bewilderment. Chenchen hurriedly took off his watch and handed it to Cui Hao. Cui Hao took it reluctantly. As soon as the call was connected, he heard Mu Nanyan's voice:
"Chenchen, how come you ended up losing yourself when I asked you to call someone? The food is almost cold!"
After Mu Nanyan finished speaking, Cui Hao spoke:
"Nan Yan, we'll be right down. We were delayed just now."
There was a two-second pause on the other end of the phone, and Mu Nanyan's tone softened instantly:
"Is that so? Then please come down quickly. The sweet and sour pork ribs won't taste good if they get cold."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Chenchen breathed a sigh of relief and gave Cui Hao a thumbs up.
Cui Hao flicked his forehead with his finger: "You're using me as a shield again."
"Hehe, you are my dearest daddy."
Then the two of them went downstairs to eat together.
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The warm yellow light shrouds the restaurant in a cozy atmosphere.
Mu Nanyan was serving the last steamed sea bass to the table when she heard the door open and raised her head. The corners of her mouth raised a gentle arc unconsciously:
"Finally you're back, go wash your hands and get ready for dinner."
"I know, Sister Yan."
Chenchen responded crisply and pulled Cui Hao towards the bathroom as if he knew the way.
Cui Hao let the little guy pull him along. When he passed by Mu Nanyan, his eyes lingered on the ends of her tied-up hair for a moment, his Adam's apple moving slightly:
"How did you cook so many dishes today?"
Mu Nanyan tucked her hair behind her ears, her porcelain-white cheeks glowing softly under the light, and she said with a smile:
"I just happened to have some free time today, so I did some more."
After Chenchen took Cui Hao to wash their hands, the three of them sat in the restaurant to have dinner together. The atmosphere was warm and Cui Hao would pick up food for Chenchen from time to time. Chenchen's childish words made Mu Nanyan and Cui Hao laugh.
On the other side, Lu Yiran was always paying attention to the movements next door. When he saw Cui Hao walk into Mu Nanyan's house through the peephole, a sour jealousy burned wildly in his chest, but he could not find an outlet to vent.
He gripped the door handle tightly, and a picture emerged uncontrollably in his mind: Cui Hao was sitting at Mu Nanyan's dining table, tasting the food she made, and Chenchen's crisp "Daddy" seemed to ring in his ears.
These images were like a blunt knife slicing at his nerves, and his temples were throbbing.
He turned around and was about to go back to the living room when he saw three cakes on the shoe cabinet.
He reached out and picked up the box, walking towards the living room. There was laughter across from him, and the house was full of the aroma of food. He looked at himself again, and there was no one else at home except him. The only cake was given by Mu Nanyan to the new neighbor, not to him.
Lu Yiran picked up a small cake and took a bite. The sweet fragrance of the cake instantly filled his mouth, making him want to try another one.
However, Lu Yiran was in no mood to appreciate the deliciousness of the cake at all, and it tasted like chewing wax.
When Lu Yiran is in a bad mood, someone will naturally suffer...
He took out his cell phone with a cold face, swiped his fingertips across the address book, and dialed Chu Ci's number directly.
“Beep—beep—beep—”
The call was connected quickly, and the sound of loud music and the clinking of glasses instantly exploded from the receiver. Without asking, I knew that the other party was drinking and having a great time.
"Hey, Yiran, why did you suddenly think of calling me?"
Chu Ci's lazy voice came, with a woman's giggle in the background.
"You're having a lot of fun." Lu Yiran's voice was low and slightly chilling.
Chu Ci was leaning on a leather sofa, holding a hot young model in his arms, who was passing wine to his lips with a charming smile.
He took a sip nonchalantly and said with a smile:
"Is everything okay? What's the matter with me?"
"Have you achieved any results from what I asked you to do?"
"What's going on?"
Chu Ci was stunned, his alcohol-paralyzed brain unable to react for a moment.
"Have you forgotten?"
Lu Yiran's knuckles tightened, the phone was almost crushed, but his voice was eerily calm.
Chu Ci then realized something was wrong, tried to recall it, and tried to say:
"Uh...would you please say it again?"
"It seems that you really don't want that piece of land in the eastern suburbs."
"Land in the eastern suburbs?!"
Chu Ci shuddered, finally remembering that Lu Yiran had asked him to find out about Mu Nanyan's preferences, and he quickly smiled apologetically.
"How could I forget? I was just kidding you!"
"Is it funny?"
Chu Ci quickly put away his smile and said seriously, "It's not funny..."
"So, what's the result?"
This really stumped Chu Ci. He had been busy with a project recently and had long forgotten about this matter. He hadn't even met Tang Yutong, so how could he know Mu Nanyan's preferences?
"Give me a few more days, and I'll definitely find out for you."
"I'll give you three more days. If you can't find the answer..."
"I understand. Just leave it to me."
"You said the same thing last time."
Lu Yiran said this coldly and hung up.
"beep--"
Hearing the busy tone, Chu Ci's good mood instantly disappeared and he scratched his hair in annoyance.
"Mr. Chu, who made you unhappy?"
The young model next to her saw that she was unhappy, so she picked up a grape and came over with a sweet voice.
Chu Ci pushed her away, tilted his head back to drink the remaining wine in the glass, then stood up suddenly and prepared to leave.
A man nearby saw this and quickly stopped him:
"Hey, Master Chu, why are you leaving so suddenly?"
"If you have something to do, go play first, we'll get together another day."
Chu Ci waved his hands irritably and strode out of the box without looking back.
The corridor was dimly lit, and he walked while thinking about how to get closer to Tang Yutong. He couldn't just go to her design studio to find someone, right? That would be too deliberate.
"Yutong, are you here? I'm already at Supreme International."
A charming female voice suddenly came into his ears. Chu Ci paused and keenly caught the familiar name.
He glanced sideways and saw a heavily made-up woman leaning against the wall and talking on the phone, her sequined skirt sparkling in the light.
"I've ordered a lot of male models today, I'm sure there's one you like...Okay, then hurry up, I'll be waiting for you in box 656."
The woman hung up the phone and walked forward gracefully in her high heels.
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