Chapter 32：Be Good, I Don't Dislike You...

Banxia bit her lip and looked at him as usual, and the little emotion in her heart suddenly subsided.

Facing such a man she didn't know was bad or falsely innocent, there was nowhere she could spread her anger. It was like she was playing with a ball of soft cotton for the whole day and only just realized that there was no use!

She pursed her lips and looked away from him. "It's nothing. I'll wear this. You should wear a shirt yourself."

As she held the dark gray pajamas and glanced at the bathroom, her fingers clenched subconsciously. Some irritability also surfaced in her heart. Why was the speed of the water so slow? Haven't it been pouring into the bathtub for a long time?

Mo Chenyan's lips curled imperceptibly. "Why, you can crinkle my shirt and won't even let go of my pajamas?"

When she was nervous, she clung to her clothes. Madam Mo's childish behavior sometimes really impressed him.

Banxia shook her head when she heard this and the pajamas immediately fell pitifully from her hands to her legs. Fortunately, she was sitting, so it didn't make a difference. However, this small movement was caught by the man and the corners of his lips curled and became deeper.

"The water is almost ready, let me go in and see."

He turned and left Banxia with a view of his elegant and noble back. If he didn't leave, the rabbit might bite.

…

Like last night, Mo Chenyan carried Banxia into the bathroom. After she was done, she put on her bathrobe and he hugged her to the bed.

By the time he came out of the shower himself, Banxia had put on her pajamas.

Although the dark gray cotton pajamas were already the smallest set she could find, compared to her figure, it was still loose. The whole neckline hung loose and made her look even more petite. For some reason, it also had a slightly pitiful look, as if she had been bullied by someone, although her current expression was very normal.

"Madam Mo."

The man frowned and walked slowly towards her.

Banxia saw that he was serious and thought that he had something serious to say. She looked up at him suspiciously from the tablet. "What's wrong?"

"You look more shriveled like this."

She was speechless.

Did he know how to talk? Did he know his vocabulary? What did he mean by shriveled?

She had a curvaceous figure, elegant and ideal!

Banxia stared at him bitterly, glancing down at his body in his pajamas, his curve…

She closed her eyes. It seemed she wasn't persuasive at all.

Despite this fact, Banxia still felt uncomfortable inside, and it was really suffocating not to be able to vent.

She turned off her Weibo and opened the fruit-cutting game from a few days ago. She used her sliding fingers to vent her depression.

Her fingers and the side of the screen kept rubbing and touching, generating friction and slightly vexing her.

At first, she had felt like it was a little silly of Nian Nian to mock their behavior while sliding and cutting fruits, but now she realized that it was actually a very good way of venting. When you were unable to do anything to someone, you could only find other ways to express your emotions.

Banxia glanced at the man next to her for a few moments and saw that he was holding his notebook and sitting at the bedside. He looked like he still had work to do, so she continued cutting her fruits and bombs from time to time.

In the end, she was satisfied, so she threw the tablet aside and cleared her throat. "Mr. Mo, I have a question for you."

"Yea."

The man's deep gaze was still staring at the screen as he answered her concisely.

Banxia blinked and pondered for a moment before saying, "Why do your grandparents call you the second child?"

The man paused suddenly, and his face suddenly turned black.

He raised his head from the notebook, slowly turned around, and glanced at her faintly.

Banxia's heart shuddered. Mr. Mo seemed to have been provoked…

But beyond her expectation, Mr. Mo wasn't angry nor cold. His thin lips twitched slightly and he stared at her haughtily before saying, "I'm in the second-highest position in the family, is that hard to understand?"

Banxia looked innocent and nodded peacefully, meaning that she found it hard to understand.

"So your generation probably won't have a third position?"

Or wouldn't it be degrading?

In Banxia's memory, the Mo family only had a pair of brothers who were two years apart. Mo Jinghan wasn't interested in business and his main force was in the military, while Mo Chenyan was a businessman and retained part of the necessary power.

Of course, with regard to power, there were differing opinions. Nobody could make a conclusion as to whether it really existed.

When Mo Chenyan saw her questioning look, he paused and then replied with a slight smile, "Unfortunately, we have a younger sister."

Banxia opened her mouth in surprise. Oh no, she had offended Mr. Mo once again.

But where was this sacred sister and why had she not heard of her before?

Looking at her perplexed and puzzled face, Mo Chenyan explained in a low voice, "She's studying in the United States. Not many people know of her, so it's normal that you don't either."

Banxia nodded and chuckled twice. "Okay. Then you can continue working, I'll go to bed first. Good night."

"Ok," the man whispered in a low voice.

After Banxia lied down, he added, "After going back tomorrow, I'll tell Aunt Li to change every day's soup to fish soup."

Banxia leaned over to him and blinked in puzzlement. "Why? You suddenly fell in love with fish soup recently?"

Even if this was the case, he didn't have to drink it every day. Wasn't he afraid of being sick of it…

"It's a supplement for your body."

It was the first time Banxia had heard such a statement and her eyes lit up. "You can supplement your body with fish soup? Fishbones?"

The man slid his finger on the notebook's mousepad and stared blankly at the screen before replying to her a few seconds later, "You should eat fish to make up for your brain."

She was speechless.

Banxia bit her lip and angrily turned over with her back facing him.

This man was just too bad. He beat around the bush only to say that she was stupid!

Mo Chenyan massaged his eyebrows and looked at the message on the screen which showed that the mail had been successfully sent. He slowly closed the notebook, put it on the bedside table, then turned off the bedside lamp and laid down.

In the darkness, he reached out and pulled the angry woman into his arms.

She mumbled a little but didn't resist, so the man's thin lips curled slightly.

Banxia didn't want to fuss over it with him. Obstinate resistance was a fool's job.

She adjusted her posture, found the most comfortable position and leaned on the man's arms. She listened to his strong heartbeat, and the dim sleepiness gradually swept her brain.

In her drowsiness, her forehead was covered with something warm and soft, and a low voice sounded in her ear.

"Be good, I don't dislike you…"