Chapter 184 Late at Night

On the other side, because of ye zhiqiao's strong request, gu mohan had no choice but to take her and little treasure back to the villa, but went to the apartment he rented for ye zhiqiao when she was working.

When he entered the house, gu mohan still carried one big and one small into the house twice. After that, he boiled the water to cook and began to work inside and outside.

Ye zhiqiao saw that he was struggling to cope with these and asked for help, but no matter what she did, gu mohan insisted on holding her.

For example, she could sit on a small stool, but gu mohan insisted that she put her feet on his legs. For example, when she was cooking porridge, she could stand on the ground and watch the fire with one foot, but gu mohan insisted on holding it horizontally for her to see.

After a few times, ye zhiqiao finally gave up the idea of helping in the kitchen and suggested taking a bath instead.

"I was too anxious on the way to the hospital just now, and I sweated a lot." Ye zhiqiao explained.

"Shower?" Gu mohan glanced at her feet wrapped in thick gauze, raised his eyebrows and said, "Then wash up. I'll drain you..."

"Yes, thank you."

"Then I'll hold you and wash."

"Hmm?!!"

Ye zhiqiao stared at her eyes and was so shocked that the wrinkles on her head were almost coming out. She asked incredulously, "What did you say?!"

Gu mohan raised his chin to signal her feet and said naturally, "You can't touch water on your feet. You can't rest assured if you take a bath on your own."

"Am I irritable?" Ye zhiqiao pointed back at herself with her mouth full.

Gu mohan nodded.

Ye zhiqiao also nodded and wrinkled her whole face in an extremely awkward manner. That expression was clearly saying, "You are so good!" .

"Hehe... Hehe..." She laughed dryly, then surrendered and said, "I won't wash it. I won't wash it."

Gu mohan curled his lips and carried her back to his bedroom bed. "Rest well if you don't take a bath," he advised." We're all patients, too. Look at our little treasure. He's only five years old and he's more honest than you."

Hearing this, ye zhiqiao turned to look at xiao bao, who was quietly leaning on the bed reading a story book, and thought to herself, xiao bao is not honest. He is not well enough to be sick. He really treats me as a child.

Gu mohan had already returned to the kitchen to cook. Little treasure put down the storybook and climbed to ye zhiqiao's side. He leaned against her and his smiling eyes curved into crescents. However, his face was still not good.

Ye zhiqiao stroked her back and asked softly, "Do you want some water, little treasure? It takes a lot of water to get better."

Little treasure nodded obediently and said in a sticky voice, "Okay, can you put some sugar in it? Little treasure's mouth is bitter."

The cold, fever, and the bitterness in her mouth were real. Ye zhiqiao promised her and then called gu Mohan to prepare the water.

In less than two minutes, warm, sweet syrup was delivered.

Perhaps he thought it was fun for his father to run around like this, and little treasure said to ye zhiqiao, "Aunt ye, little treasure wants to eat oatmeal."

When she said that, ye zhiqiao remembered that she was preparing to make oatmeal to cushion her stomach, but gu mohan kept messing around and forgot about it, so she called gu mohan again.

Three minutes later, the oatmeal with the dried fruit came in again.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck..." Seeing gu mohan hurrying in his floral apron, little treasure couldn't help but cover his stomach and laugh again.

Ye zhiqiao was about to laugh when her phone suddenly rang.

The caller id showed that it was jian mengqi. She squeezed her eyes and made a "Shh" gesture to little treasure, then picked up the phone.

"Ye... Zhiqiao, there's something wrong with the design you handed in. Can you come to the studio now?"

"Hm?" Jian mengqi's tone was a little strange, and ye zhi coincidentally asked, "Which one is wrong? I'm in the apartment across from the studio right now, but part of the manuscript is still in gu mohan's villa. Do you want me to go back and get it now?"

"No, no, no... No, just come over quickly. Come on."

"... Oh, okay."

Ye zhiqiao hung up the phone with her mouth bulging. She tilted her head and said to gu mohan, "Mengqi said that there was something wrong with the design. She wants me to go over and take a look now. You and little treasure should eat first. I will go over now."

As she was about to jump off the bed, gu mohan quickly reached out to protect her and advised, "It's getting late. It's getting dark outside. Isn't the studio closed yet? There's no need to rush over the design. Let's go tomorrow."

"No." Ye zhiqiao firmly refused, "Since mengqi called at this time, something important must have happened. Besides, I promised her."

Ye zhiqiao's character was like this. Once the decision was made, it was useless for others to say anything. Gu mohan understood her point and had to compromise, "Well, I'll go with you. Little treasure just ate his oatmeal and couldn't eat for a while. Let's eat together when he gets back from work."

"But..."

Just as ye zhiqiao was about to refuse, little treasure had already agreed on the side, "Okay, dad is right, little treasure is not hungry at all now. If you eat too much, your stomach will be uncomfortable. I want to go to bed first. I want to eat with dad and aunt ye later."

Little treasure said so, and ye zhiqiao had no reason to refuse, so she put on her coat and was carried downstairs by gu mohan.

Because the distance was very close, just across the road, gu mohan directly carried ye zhiqiao to the opposite building, until the studio floor still refused to let her down.

Ye zhiqiao twisted her body and protested, "The office is in front. I can walk the rest myself."

"Shh, don't talk yet."

Gu mohan turned around and looked around, then lowered his head and asked ye zhiqiao, "Do you feel that this place is a little strange? The lights are on, but there is no one. Even the computer is off."

Ye zhiqiao said carelessly, "Mengqi is very timid. She is usually blind. Now she must be afraid to work overtime alone in the company, so she turned on the lights. What's so strange about that?"

She said so, and gu mohan did not argue with her. He carried her forward, but his breath was a little more vigilant.

Jian mengqi's office was closed, and no one answered after knocking for a long time. Gu mohan pushed the door open.

There was no one inside as there was no one outside.

The computer screen was also dark, and even the air conditioner was not turned on, as if... As if there was no one here before they arrived.

But... But it was really jian mengqi who called her over.