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Just as he was wondering, the servant knocked on the door. "Young Mistress, the Young Master has asked you to come down for dinner."

Dinner? Qiao Xinran blinked. She said it in a nice way, she should go down and serve him a meal.

But forget it, since he had sent someone to get her, if she didn't go down, then if that devil got angry again, she wouldn't be able to eat anything good either. It was better to go down obediently right now.

"Got it." She grumbled as she climbed down from the bed with a face full of unwillingness. After a simple wash, she found a white shirt from the wardrobe and put it on before going downstairs rather bashfully.

Although Han Mo's shirts were long enough to cover her thighs, he still felt uncomfortable wearing his clothes like this. It was as if he was living in his home.

Han Mo was seated at the dining table, elegantly eating his bread. Upon seeing her come down, he gave a slight glance to her, before withdrawing his gaze. This woman was wearing his shirt again!

However, the way she wore her shirt looked pretty good.

There was a kind of lovable feeling about her that was more lovable than the way she acted when she was angry.

As he thought of this, he raised his cup and took a sip of milk without saying a word.

Qiao Xinran glared at him, and then stood behind him without a sound. He was hungry with his chest against his back, but did not dare reach out to grab the food.

"Eat, what are you standing there for?" Han Mo said impatiently.

Eh? Eating? Did she hear wrong? He actually let her eat?

Didn't he repeatedly emphasize that she was just a servant that he had bought and didn't have the qualifications to sit and eat with him? Furthermore, he had to wait for him to finish eating before he could eat. What happened today? He actually took the initiative to ask her to sit down and eat.

"Don't let me say it a second time!" he ordered without looking up.

Qiao Xinran blinked her eyes as shshelooked at him, but she couldn't find any expression on that ice mountain face. However, before he could speak again, he quickly sat down.

He sneaked a glance at him while carefully reaching for a piece of bread.

Han Mo acted as if he did not see her, and continued eating, not saying a word, his face expressionless.

She didn't dare to make a sound. The two of them were quiet. Even the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves outside the window could be heard.

"I'll bring you home later and pay a visit to my parents." Han Mo suddenly said something, scaring Qiao Xinran to the point that he shivered.

"Go home? Are you saying that... "My house?" Qiao Xinran looked at him blankly, afraid that she had heard wrongly.

"Truly noisy …" Han Mo shot her a dissatisfied glance, and did not speak further. He raised his head to drink the milk in his cup.

What's wrong with him now? Why did he have to bring me home all of a sudden? I clearly said yesterday that I won't let her go home.

Had he been beaten silly? Or was it a concussion? Did he lose his memory?

It can't be, I clearly didn't hit him too hard, and the wound on his forehead is only a tiny bit, it shouldn't be that serious right?

What if I really lose my memory?

While stuffing food into his mouth, he kept glancing at him with the corner of his eye. From the looks of it, he didn't look like he was seriously injured. How could he be so abnormal?

Han Mo had already realized that she was secretly looking at him. He really wanted to smack his hand on her head.

It was clearly her who was crying and shouting about wanting to go home, but now that he was going to send her back, why couldn't she believe him?

"Have you finished? "Let's go." He stood up, took the jacket from the Uncle Chang and walked out the door.

You're leaving just like that? I haven't finished yet.

Qiao Xinran did not dare protest, and directly stuffed the bread in her hands into her mouth, grabbed another meat bun, and followed along.

"Hurry up …" Han Mo impatiently turned around, and coincidentally bumped into Qiao Xinran who was rushing out. It was so painful that Qiao Xinran bared her teeth and screamed.

His muscles were useless, except for the fact that they hurt her!

This was the second time, why did it hurt so much just by colliding with her?

He grabbed the meat bun with one hand and rubbed the bulging bump on his head with the other, stomping his feet in anger.

Seeing her foolish look, Han Mo only felt that it was funny. How could there be such a woman, he was in so much pain yet was still tightly grabbing onto the meat bun in his hands without letting go, he really was a glutton.

He didn't bother with her anymore as he turned around and got into the car.

Qiao Xinran glared at him, and then sat on the bed as well. Unexpectedly, Han Mo suddenly leaned over, and his face that seemed to be made out of sculptures magnified in front of her eyes, scaring her so much that she quickly closed her eyes.

But nothing happened. He simply fastened her seat belt and started the car.

Qiao Xinran secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and suddenly wanted to scold herself. What was she thinking about just now? There was actually a little bit of expectation …

After getting rid of the meat bun in his hand easily, he felt bored and couldn't help but to turn around and look at Han Mo.

The wound she had inflicted on him yesterday was already bandaged, and a bandage was affixed to it. The strands of hair on his forehead were slightly obscured, revealing a small wound that stuck close to his forehead, making him appear even more handsome.

The line of her chin was as enchanting as a knife carving. Even the adam's apple on her neck was filled with sexiness.

It had to be said that he was indeed a handsome and handsome man. Even his handsome appearance carried a demonic air. But even so, it couldn't cover up the vicious fact in his heart!

He had one hand on the window, the other on the steering wheel, his fingers long and his posture casual. Really, how could this man have such beautiful hands?

Qiao Xinran swallowed her saliva, and turned her head in panic, not daring to look at him again.

No way, no way. He had to stay calm and not fall into his trap, or else he wouldn't even know how he died.

Her panic had long ago fallen into Han Mo's eyes, and unknowingly, the corners of his mouth hooked into a joyful smile.

Han's Residence were located in the suburbs, and Qiao Xinran's family's villa was in the city. From here, it would at least take half an hour to drive over.

Because he had been thinking about Han Mo's injuries and the relationship between him and his mother last night, he had not been able to sleep well enough.

Now that he had relaxed, he felt that his eyelids had become heavy. Unknowingly, he fell into a deep sleep.

Han Mo felt that the carriage was too quiet, and was thinking, was she being a little too obedient today? Turning his head to take a look, he saw that she had fallen asleep on her seat.

This woman was really impolite. Did she just treat him as a driver?

For some reason, he had always been fascinated by the way she slept. He would always be attracted to her if he couldn't help it.

Her long black hair was tied into a neat ponytail. The wide shirt that covered her made her seem even taller.