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Mo Zhaoyun did not push Gong Wan’er away. His eyes darkened as he spoke to Mo’s Mother along with her: "Mom, I did not have the time to tell you.

Mo’s Mother returned to the sofa and carefully sized Gong Wan’er up from head to toe. His brows furrowed even more as he looked: "Son, don't randomly find a woman to trick your mother."

Mo Zhaoyun was helpless, "Mom, when have you ever seen me bring a woman back?"

When she heard these words, the Mo’s Mother was stunned. She had indeed never seen her son bringing a girl home before, so she asked Gong Wan’er after hesitating for a moment: "Are you guys really dating?"

Gong Wan’er smiled as he nodded, and didn't even blink when he spoke nonsense: "Really, I already said that I wanted to go see you. Summoning Yun always says that I have no time, and it's not good for me to rashly visit."

Mo’s Mother looked at his son with a grumbling face, "Are you really that busy? You don't even bring other people's girls to meet me? "

Halfway through her words, she recalled that she still didn't know the name of the lady before her and cast a questioning gaze at her.

"Auntie, my surname is Gong, and I'm called Xiao'er. You can just call me Xiao'er." Gong Wan’er immediately said.

"Alright, alright. Evening, this name sounds good, and people are sensible. In the future, you must come and see me often." Mo’s Mother nodded his head again, "Our family's summoning Yun is busy, every day …"

"Mom, you haven't had any water since you came in." Worried that the Mo’s Mother would leak a secret, Mo Zhaoyun hurriedly interrupted her. He turned his head and looked at Gong Wan’er: "My mom is thirsty."

Gong Wan’er understood and hurriedly told Mo’s Mother, "Auntie, I was too nervous and neglected it. Please wait a moment." She turned and went into the kitchen.

"Such a sensible girl. How do you know your son? "What does this girl's family do?" The Mo’s Mother looked at Gong Wan’er's figure and nodded. This girl was not bad, she did not look bad, nor did she fake her looks. What was even more rare was that her son was willing to bring her home, and even allowed her to wear her own clothes.

"Mom, she thinks I'm the driver and this is the boss's house. Don't you dare say anything that you don't want to leak." With that, Mo Zhaoyun pulled back the Mo’s Mother's attention. Looking at his mother's doubtful gaze, he said, "I don't like women who are too utilitarian."

When Mo’s Mother heard that, he liked Gong Wan’er even more. He didn't mind if the man had money or not, since he knew how to be polite.

Just then, Gong Wan’er walked out from the kitchen with a bottle of water in his hand, and handed it over to Mo’s Mother: "Auntie, drink this water."

Mo’s Mother stared at Gong Wan’er with his bright eyes, "Looking at your young age, are you still in school?"

"Yes, I'm in my fourth year." Gong Wan’er nodded.

Mo’s Mother wanted to ask again, but Mo Zhaoyun said, "Alright mom, if you have anything to say next time, it's not convenient right now."

Mo’s Mother understood and smiled as he stood up: "When I have time, I'll ask Yun to bring you home."

"Oh!" "Alright, alright, it's not convenient for that auntie to be with me like this, so I won't send you off." Gong Wan’er said half-heartedly.

"No need to send him off, no need to send him off." Mo’s Mother said, and quickly walked to the profound entrance, and exited.

After sending off the Mo’s Mother, Mo Zhaoyun closed the door, and just as he turned around, he saw Gong Wan’er leaning on the door and smiling at him: "You saved me yesterday and put me in danger.

"Yes, even." Although he did not want to admit it, but it had to be said that compared to going on a blind date, Gong Wan’er's words were much more pleasing to the eye.

Gong Wan’er nodded in satisfaction, and turned around to return to his bedroom. Although he could not wear any clothes, he was still fortunate that the denim shorts were not too bad.

After changing his clothes, Mo Zhaoyun sat on the sofa and read the financial news. As he rummaged through the fridge, he stuck his head out, "You think this is your own home?

Mo Zhaoyun rubbed the tip of his nose, turned his head and looked at her. He was initially a little worried that she would see through it, but seeing that Gong Wan’er was wearing his own clothes, he took the opportunity to change the subject. "Same here, you seem to be more casual with yourself than me."

Gong Wan’er looked down in the direction of his gaze and said a bit embarrassedly, "I can't wear clothes anymore … I will wash up and bring it back! "

"Sure, it's not like I said anything." Mo Zhaoyun continued to dig.

Gong Wan’er said embarrassedly, "Thank you!"

After she finished speaking, her stomach rumbled as she laughed awkwardly: "Um … Is there anything to eat? In here, besides alcohol, there's only yogurt in the fridge, and vegetables can't be eaten directly. "

"You don't know how to cook?" Mo Zhaoyun cast a doubtful gaze at him, as if saying that as a woman, how could she not know how to cook?

Gong Wan’er was startled for a moment, then reacted, she could not let him know that she did not know how to cook!

Thus, he braced himself and patted his chest: "It's just a small matter like cooking. It's nothing."

In the kitchen, Gong Wan’er was wearing an apron, facing the ingredients that Mo Zhaoyun had prepared for her on the chopping board, Gong Wan’er was gloomy. In the past, there was a nanny at home, so let alone cooking, she could even count the number of times she had entered the kitchen. He had no choice but to do it. Thinking about how he normally watched his nanny busy in the kitchen, Gong Wan’er decided to follow suit.

Mo Zhaoyun who was in the living room finished reading the financial news, only to realize that Gong Wan’er was still busy in the kitchen. He originally wanted to help her out with something out of goodwill, but when he walked to the kitchen door, he heard a scream from Gong Wan’er, and was immediately struck by Gong Wan’er who rushed out.

frowned, he lowered his head and looked at Gong Wan’er: "You …."

"Heh …" "Hehe …" Gong Wan’er smiled embarrassedly as he watched Mo Zhaoyun circle around her, walk up to her, picked up the lid and placed it on the burning pot, then conveniently turned off the gas stove. Faced with the kitchen that was filled with the miasma caused by Gong Wan’er, Mo Zhaoyun had no choice but to personally take action. Only then did Mo Zhaoyun save the danger that was almost torn apart by Gong Wan’er.

Very quickly, delicious dishes were served on the table, Gong Wan’er gave a thumbs up: "I can't tell, but it still looks like it."

"I don't dare, at least I didn't burn the kitchen." His casual words not only satisfied Mo Zhaoyun's narcissism, but also reminded him of the embarrassing thing that happened to him just now.

It was still early after dinner, so Mo Zhaoyun told Gong Wan’er to go back and sleep a bit more. Yesterday, he was too tired so he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to rest.

Gong Wan’er, who was tossing and turning about, unknowingly fell asleep again. Until the sunlight passed through the gaps between the curtains and shone its light onto Gong Wan’er's face, causing her to rub her eyelids uncomfortably, squinting her eyes as she rolled and sat up, grabbing the alarm clock beside her to see that it was already 7 in the morning. When she lifted the blanket and got off the bed, Gong Wan’er saw the clothes on the bedside table.

There was a cardboard box next to his clothes. When he opened it, he discovered that it was a new phone, and when he switched it on, he received a text from Mo Zhaoyun: "The clothes are all prepared for you, the phone is also for you."