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After Bai Moyan arrived at the kitchen, he began to prepare dinner. He took the ingredients he bought from the bag and a small potato rolled down from the table.

Bai Moyan quickly squatted down and picked it up. When he raised his head, he saw the marks carved on the kitchen door. They were horizontal bars with very small words engraved on them. The years of polishing had already made them not very clear.

On it was written: One year old, one and a half years old, three years old...

As the horizontal bar increased in height, the numbers on it also increased.

A few memories suddenly rushed into Bai Moyan's mind. This … His mother had recorded it down with an art knife while he was still taller than her.

He did not expect that these things would actually still be here. Bai Mo Chen's eyes instantly became sore and tears rolled down his face. He extended his hand and used his white fingers to gently stroke the edge of the door.

The feeling of being cut by the knife lingered at the tips of his fingers.

At this moment, a tall figure walked over. Before he could get near, he saw Bai Mojiao squatting at the kitchen door, gently touching the edge of the door.

"What's wrong?"

Holt's gloomy voice drifted into Bai Mo Xie's ears, instantly bringing him back to reality.

Realizing that he had lost his composure just now, Bai Moyan hurriedly stood up and answered, "The potatoes dropped and I came to pick them up. Director Huo, please wait a moment. I will start cooking immediately. They will be ready soon."

As he said this, Bai Moyan hurriedly turned around and returned to the sink to clean up the ingredients.

His gaze fell back to the spot where Bai Mojiao had touched it. There seemed to be some indelible marks on the edge of the door, but due to the distance between them, he was unable to see clearly.

Looking away from his sight, Holt turned around and walked to the sofa to sit down. He sat down lazily, his long legs crossed, and turned on the television. However, his gaze did not rest on the television for even a second.

This was because from the side, he could see Bai Mo Lian's figure busily working in the kitchen.

Because he was afraid that Huo Sheng would wait a long time, Bai Mo Lian was able to quickly prepare three dishes and a soup in twenty minutes.

"Director Huo, dinner is ready."

He rose and walked over to the table.

The three dishes and the soup that had been placed on the table previously were naturally more than enough for two people.

Bai Mo Chen came out of the kitchen with a bowl and chopsticks in his hand.

At this moment, Holt's appearance was different from his usual suit and leather shoes. He wore a set of gray sportswear, and he seemed to be a few years younger. The stern aura around him seemed to have diminished a little compared to when he was in the company.

It was the first time that Bai Mojiao had seen Holt dressed up like this. He looked like a cold senior that girls chased after in university.

"It's just some simple home-cooked food, which is obviously incomparable to what Director Huo usually eats. I hope Director Huo doesn't mind …" Bai Mojiao said awkwardly.

After all, she had witnessed what kind of delicacies Holt usually ate, and what she cooked compared to those … They weren't even on the same level.

"It's nothing much, I just happened to eat some of my usual dishes and it's time to have a taste."

But how long had it been since he'd eaten a home-cooked dish?

Even he himself could not remember clearly …

Bai Moyan hesitated, not knowing where to sit. He did not dare to sit too close to Holt, much less deliberately sit too far away. He was worried that Holborn would be angry.

Looking at the elegant posture of Huo Sheng, Bai Mojiao subconsciously tightened his grip on his chopsticks as he picked up the dish and placed it in his mouth.

Actually, she hadn't cooked for a while, and she was in a hurry to do it. Bai Moyan was worried that she might not have the same taste as Holt.

Even though Holt's eyes were downcast and he didn't seem to be looking at Bai Moyan, his peripheral vision captured the expression on Bai Moyan's face.

He naturally knew that Bai Moyan was anxiously staring at him.

A few seconds later, Holt's sexy lips opened and closed, and he said, "Not bad."

Hearing these three words, a stone in Bai Moyan's heart fell to the ground instantly, "Boss Huo, as long as you like it."

While they were eating, Bai Moyan had been secretly sizing up the decorations at home.

The furniture in the house was exactly the same as when he left … Unexpectedly, it did not change at all. This made Bai Mojiao surprised. After all, this house …. It had been more than ten years since it was sold.

"What is Secretary Bai looking at?" Naturally, Holt knew why Bai Mojiao was looking around. However, he did not seem to know what was going on as he stared directly at Bai Mojiao's delicate face.

He did not expect that his probing performance would be so obvious, causing his heart to tremble. Bai Mo hurriedly explained, "I'm just surprised that the decorations here are different from the ones in the office …"

The bedroom in his previous office had been decorated in a modern style, while the home style was more pastoral and cozy.

Bai Moyan remembered that her mother had said before that she had picked out all the furniture here.

"Is that so? I haven't even had the time to renovate it. The owner has been overseas since he was bought this villa a long time ago and has never returned. The furniture inside the villa is still the same as when I bought it."

So that was the case … That was why everything in the room had never changed.

Hall Sheng glanced around at the interior decoration of the villa, then said in a calm voice, "It seems like it's about to be refurbished."

Hearing what Huo Sheng said, Bai Mojiao's heart skipped a beat.

Almost before his brain could react, he opened his mouth and said, "No!"

"Why?" Hall Sheng turned his eyes to the side, his gaze falling onto Bai Mojiao's face, pretending to be puzzled.

Bai Mojiao suddenly realized that his reaction was too intense. Lowering his eyes, he did not dare to look at Holt, but instead, his eyes flickered. The decorations here are pretty good. Although Director Huo is so rich, you should save some money no matter how rich you are. " Even Bai Mo Chen himself felt that his reason was bad enough.

However, she did not know why, but when she heard that Huo Dong had said that he would change the decorations of this place, even though this place was no longer her home, Bai Mojiao still subconsciously felt sad.

It was as if his memories would be forever wiped out just like that.

On his extremely handsome face, Holt's sexy eyebrows were slightly raised. A deep and beautiful voice like that of a cello was emitted from his thin lips. It only made Bai Mojiao surprised.

"Secretary Bai's words seem to make quite a bit of sense. Then let's do it for now."