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"I didn't."

Mu An hastily replied, but as soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it.

As expected, how could Jane Wenmo let go of this opportunity?

She mischievously looked at Mu An and whispered in her ear, "It seems … "Madam wishes to …"

"I didn't."

Mu An retorted again, but before he could finish his sentence, he wanted to slap himself.

Ah …

It was better for her not to speak.

But why couldn't he control his own mouth?

"No?" Jane Wenmo had a look of 'I don't believe you' on his face.

Mu An raised his chin and smiled sinisterly. "You said you didn't have any when you knew what I said? And still claim that your thoughts were not wrong? "

"…"

Mu An was speechless.

She said he was okay.

"I'm hungry …"

Jane Wen Mo rubbed the tip of her nose lovingly. "Alright, I won't tease you anymore."

His wife was thin-skinned and could not help but tease him.

In the library, Jane Wenmo led Mu An in as the receptionist welcomed him with a smile.

"Young Master Jane, are you still in the same room as before?"

"Yes."

"En!" Jane Wenmo replied. The waiter quickly brought Jane Wenmo inside. However, he inadvertently glanced at Mu An with an inquiring gaze, sizing him up. It was as if today, she wasn't an ordinary person who came to eat and release food, but had followed Jane Wenmo to meet the head's wife.

The waitress was like a parent trying to figure out if she was suitable.

Inside the private room, Mu An sat down and left the matter of ordering the dishes to Jian Wenmo.

She was unfamiliar with this place, and she had never come here before.

She had no experience with any dish.

So...

"I'm not picky with food."

Mu An smiled as he said those words. Jane Wenmo tightly held onto her hand and directly closed the menu. He then said to the waiter, "Bring me the same set as before."

"Alright."

The waiter replied with a smile.

Young Master Jane was a frequent visitor here, and they had a record of what he ordered.

Thus, this was something that was easy to prepare.

The waiter took the menu and left. Jane Wenmo looked at the little woman beside him. She was holding a cup of water and drinking water with her hat still on her head. He couldn't help but reach out to remove Mu An's hat.

Mu An felt as if the weight on his head lightened and he subconsciously wanted to protect his hat, but it was too bad that the hat was already in Young Master Jian's hands. How could he possibly return it to him?

"Why do you like to take off others' hats just like that Mo Tingting?"

Mu An was a little angry, so Jane Wenmo pulled on her long hair in annoyance. He only stopped when he saw her frown from the pain.

"Don't compare me to her, do I dislike you?"

"Nope."

She was just saying that he was quite serious.

"That's pretty good. There's no need to hide it. Who hasn't been injured?"

Mu An pulled her hair back to her ears and subconsciously reached out to cover her face.

Actually... She still cared about it.

How many girls really didn't care about their looks at all?

"Don't hide anymore. It'll be fine in a few days."

"It looks like you'll still be shocked. Don't scare others later."

Mu An's arm went around Jane Wenmo to grab his hat, but before he could grab it, he was already pressed against his chest.

"Who dares to say that my wife is ugly, this lord will sew her mouth shut."

"..." Violent. "

Mu An rolled her eyes in annoyance. Jane Wenmo rubbed the top of her hair. Coincidentally, the door to the room opened and the waiter came in. The moment he saw Mu An's face, the waiter whispered, "Ahhh!"

Mu An subconsciously turned his head and his face was completely exposed under the waiter's gaze.

Panic flashed across the waiter's eyes. However, after training for so long, she still put the dishes on the table as if she didn't see anything. However, her hands still couldn't help but shake.

Mu An's original smile froze on his face. When he saw the young waitress's reaction, he smiled faintly and touched Jane Wen Mo's arm. "Give me the hat."

"Ugly?"

Jane Wenmo took his hat, but his eyes were looking at the waiter in front of him.

As for that ice-cold voice, it scared the little sister and caused her to apologize repeatedly.

"Young Master Jane, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It wasn't intentional?"

The corners of Jane Wenmo's lips curled up.

He knew that these people were trying to curry favor with him, but he couldn't be bothered with them. However, when she saw the fear in Mu An's eyes, an indescribable anger arose in her heart.

Wasn't it just a face injury?

You feel wronged just because you ate?

Aren't those who undergo plastic surgery scary?

Wasn't a good recovery period an ugly death?

"How did you get in here to be a waiter?" I heard that the service here has always been of the highest standard.

Jane Wenmo could not help but retort in anger.

However, Mu An didn't mind and started to eat.

She was indeed a little hungry.

Hearing Jane Wenmo's words, she was so frightened that she didn't know what to do.

She was too surprised, but that face was too frightening.

Such a shocking scar, why …

"Young Master Jane, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to this young lady. I'm sorry."

The little sister was so scared that she started crying.

What was wrong with her?

With such a disgusting face, no matter who saw it, they would feel nauseous. Who would have thought that the woman beside Jane Wenmo would have a face full of scars?

"Miss?"

Jane Wenmo was infuriated.

Peng! He slammed the table and said angrily, "This is my damn wife!"

As soon as she finished, she was so scared that she almost fell to the ground.

Wife?

This, this is Lady Jane?

As he thought of this possibility, his heart was filled with even more fear. He quickly turned to Mu An and kept saying, "Young Mistress Jane, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I didn't mean to. "

Helpless, he was pulled back to the scene of the dispute. Mu placed down his chopsticks and calmly looked at the little sister who kept apologizing. Should he say sympathy?

If her identity wasn't Mistress Jane, then wouldn't it be a different treatment?

In the end, the person she apologized to was Young Lady Jane.

Not someone like her, who was injured but was still despised.

Power, what a good thing.

"Forget it."

Mu An held Jane Wenmo's hand tightly. Jane Wenmo turned around and glanced at Mu An. The anger in his eyes somewhat dissipated, but his attitude didn't soften.

However, when he saw Mu An's hopeful eyes, his heart ached for her.

"Just let it go like that?"

Jane Wenmo asked.

Mu An nodded his head, and a beautiful smile appeared on his face. "You will agree to it, won't you?"

"You …"

Jane Wenmo took a deep breath and swept a glance at the waitress who had her head lowered without saying a word. He then looked at Mu An. In the end, he massaged Mu An's head without a temper. "Alright, I'll listen to you."

However, he was still holding back his anger in his heart!

But for the sake of his wife, he had to bear with it.

Jane Wenmo glanced at the little sister in annoyance and could not help but angrily say, "Scram."