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Mo Zhaoyun turned around and glanced at the sleeping Gong Wan’er, then put down his phone. He walked over to the bedside and gently kissed her forehead, tucking her in under the covers, and said softly.

"I'm leaving, wait for me to come back."

After sleeping for a while, he felt refreshed. It seemed that the medicine really worked. Gong Wan’er touched her phone and discovered that it was already 2.30pm, yet she had actually slept for another five hours.

However, there was a new set of clothes for her on the bed. Only when she picked up the clothes did she realize that there was a piece of paper pressed under the clothes.

I went on a business trip to France. It was two o'clock, and you were asleep and didn't wake you. When you wake up, you take a cab home.

— — Mo Zhaoyun

Going on a business trip... Gong Wan’er sat on the side of the bed while hugging his clothes, in a daze. The scene of Mo Zhaoyun dancing with him on the night before flashed through his mind again.

"Gong Wan’er, you must be a demon!"

Gong Wan’er shook his head, trying his best to get rid of these thoughts, changed his clothes and took a taxi back home.

and her were the only two staying in the house, but now that Mo Zhaoyun had gone abroad, and she was the only one there, the huge house seemed empty.

Right now, there was no longer any need for him to busy himself with the school matters. The instructor had called to inform him that he had nothing to do in the past few days, thus Gong Wan’er finally had some time to himself.

When a person gets bored to a certain extent, there's no other way but to sleep on the internet and watch TV. Therefore, Gong Wan’er picked up his laptop and started browsing the web, reading gossip.

Freshmen Little Flower Su Rao was invited to the French Fashion Week in Paris. She boarded the plane at 2 pm today.

Su Rao also went to Paris? Gong Wan’er took out the slip of paper that Mo Zhaoyun had left for her. It said that it was 2 in the afternoon when he was on the plane.

"It can't be such a coincidence." Gong Wan’er mumbled as he scrolled down. When he saw the next version of the Eight Trigrams News, he almost lost control of the computer.

The most beautiful little flower, Su Rao, and the Mohist's CEO were dancing at dinner, the two of them were a match made in heaven!

A match made in heaven? Seeing that there was nowhere to place these four words, Gong Wan’er put the computer back, not daring to look at the news below. If they continued to look, there might be news of two people getting married on a different day.

The two of them were on the same flight to Paris.

The way the two of them stood together was indeed very fitting …

Su Rao was so beautiful and noble, but she himself was nothing …

The more Gong Wan’er thought about it, the more upset he felt, and the more self-conscious he felt. She didn't understand how Mo Zhaoyun could have gotten married with his so easily.

Just as Gong Wan’er was feeling more and more upset and thinking more and more nonsense, the phone started to ring.

Did he get off the plane? Gong Wan’er excitedly jumped up to grab the phone on the table. When he saw that it was Liu Beibei's, he answered the call in disappointment.

"Hey, Bebe, what's the matter?"

"Hmm? "What kind of tone do you have? Are you disappointed to receive my call?" It was the first time Liu Beibei heard Gong Wan’er answer his phone with this tone.

"No, I'm not disappointed. "Oh yeah, you were drunk yesterday and didn't have any headaches today, right?" Gong Wan’er was still worried about Liu Beibei's health. Although Liu Beibei could drink, she could drink a lot.

Liu Beibei looked very relaxed and happy, "I have a headache, but I'll be fine after seeing the hangover medicine on the bedside table." Even though Mo Zhi had a conscience, he still thought of preparing some medicine for her. Otherwise, she would have scolded him to death today.

"Then why are you looking for me?" Gong Wan’er was very clear that Liu Beibei was the kind of person who never visited a place when there was nothing going on. It was because she was usually busy with work and did not have the time or energy to talk to others on the phone.

"Ai, I really have something on. Come out tomorrow and accompany me to buy a present." Liu Beibei really didn't know what their men who were rich liked to do, since she couldn't afford it.

"Who are you sending off?" Gong Wan’er thought about it, there didn't seem to be anyone else worthy of her sending gifts to, since his birthday hadn't arrived yet.

Liu Beibei immediately shouted loudly, "Wasn't he the one who sent me clothes yesterday? He also sent me back then, and when I threw up all over him, he even bought me medicine. You said that I'm not such a heartless person, so I wanted to say that I should buy a gift to thank him. You better not misunderstand anything! "

Misunderstanding? She didn't want to misunderstand at first, but when she heard Liu Beibei's words that seemed to cover everything, she thought too much, "Alright, alright, I won't misunderstand. I'll come with you tomorrow."

"Bye bye!" "Thank you." Liu Beibei happily blew a flying kiss to Gong Wan’er and hung up the phone while grinning.

"Sigh …" Gong Wan’er looked at his phone in a daze, and unconsciously sighed.

On the first day Mo Zhaoyun was not at home, he slept for an entire day and ate a box of instant noodles. When he accompanied Liu Beibei out to buy presents on the second day, he had lunch. After returning home in the afternoon, he was too lazy to cook takeout, so he simply starved to the third day.

Gong Wan’er never thought that he would actually have such a decadent time.

Mo’s Mother also did not contact her these few days. It seemed like her best friends from Mo’s Mother had mentioned that they had traveled and had not returned.

After a whole week of life of reversing three meals from day to night, Gong Wan’er, who had just finished showering and was about to go to sleep, finally heard the sound of the door opening. He quickly got off the bed and ran to the living room, but when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped. His hand remained on the door handle for a while, then he put it down and went back to bed.

Just yesterday, news reporter Su Rao and Mohist of Mohist Group had entered the same hotel.

Once Mo Zhaoyun got off the plane, he immediately called a taxi and came back. Without delay, he got off the plane and drove Mo Zhi off. When he was outside, he saw that the light in the bedroom was still on, and he knew that Gong Wan’er had not gone to sleep yet.

Gently opening the bedroom door, Mo Zhaoyun saw Gong Wan’er, who was lying on the bed and playing with his phone on his headphones, and could not help but laugh. No wonder he did not hear the door open, it turned out he was listening to a song.

"I'm back." Mo Zhaoyun had been busy for an entire week, and the original half a month's worth of work had been forcefully compressed by him to a week's worth of work. He just wanted to come back earlier and check on his wife. He was worried that Gong Wan’er wouldn't be able to take care of him and kick his blanket in the middle of the night.

Gong Wan’er pretended not to hear it, and concentrated on playing with her phone, pushing the volume of the music to its maximum, causing her ear drums to hurt. But it didn't matter, she just didn't want to bother with Mo Zhaoyun. The joy he had felt at finding out that he had returned was gone, and only the matter of him and Su Rao was still running through his mind.

Seeing that Gong Wan’er still did not react, Mo Zhaoyun could guess how loud Gong Wan’er's earpiece had been turned. With light footsteps, he walked to Gong Wan’er's side and tore off Gong Wan’er's earpiece.

"I can't hear a thing. What if a thief comes in? He must have emptied our house. You don't even know." Mo Zhaoyun casually picked up the headphones and put them on his ears, but just as he was about to do so, he frowned and pulled them off. He also took Gong Wan’er's phone and placed it on the side, "Don't make the sound of the headphones so loud, it hurts my ears. It's best if you don't use your headphones. It's not like I hate you if you just put them on. "

Gong Wan’er was originally suppressing his temper, but after hearing the last sentence, he could no longer suppress it. He covered himself with the blanket, "If you don't listen, I'm going to sleep."

Along the way back, Mo Zhaoyun hurriedly treated Mo Zhaoyun with such respect. Mo Zhaoyun also became a little angry. He wanted to pull away his blanket, but found that Gong Wan’er had tightly wrapped himself.

"You still have a temper?" Mo Zhaoyun tugged on his tie, his tone becoming cold, "Take off the blanket."

"Got it, I'm so sleepy. Hurry up and take a bath and go to sleep." Gong Wan’er was bored inside, and after he finished speaking he yawned, as if he was really tired.

Mo Zhaoyun saw that Gong Wan’er did not have any intention to pull away his quilt at all, and started to frown. He had worked continuously for a week and was extremely tired. If not for him thinking about Gong Wan’er, he would have already fallen asleep on the bed.

"If I finish my bath and you don't lift up the blanket, you will have to bear the consequences." Mo Zhaoyun took off his suit, pulled off the robe in the closet, and walked into the bathroom. Obviously, he was angry at Gong Wan’er.

After showering, Mo Zhaoyun saw that Gong Wan’er still bound himself into a ball, and directly untied the blanket forcefully. Gong Wan’er stared at him with a pair of eyes, she was a little angry, "What are you doing, why are you pulling on my blanket?"

Gong Wan’er wore a nightgown, very thin, and stuck to her body. He could see Linglong's graceful figure.

Seeing Gong Wan’er like this, how could Mo Zhaoyun endure it?

A thirty year old man was currently brimming with energy. After taking a shower and seeing this scene, Mo Zhaoyun was unable to hold it in at all and directly pounced on Gong Wan’er, pressing him down on the bed tightly and kissing her lips with precision.

"Bastard..." He acted like a hooligan the moment he returned.

Originally, he wanted to say it like that, but Mo Zhaoyun gagged and could only groan.

Mo Zhaoyun's hand was just about to pull open Gong Wan’er's panties.

Gong Wan’er suddenly and violently pushed Mo Zhaoyun away.

"Evening …" Mo Zhaoyun could no longer tolerate it and looked at Gong Wan’er pitifully.

Gong Wan’er's face reddened. Looking at Mo Zhaoyun, she said in a small voice, "I'm going to my aunt."

"Huh?" Mo Zhaoyun felt as if someone poured a bucket of cold water over him, he only felt that he was actually so unlucky, to think that he had just encountered it in the past few days.

"I just arrived this morning. I estimate it will be five days." Gong Wan’er's face was red as she slowly tidied up her nightgown.

Five days! If he remembered correctly, he would make a trip to Korea in five days. Mo Zhaoyun gloomily lowered his head and sighed, he then suddenly thought of something and looked up at Gong Wan’er, and placed his hand on Gong Wan’er's stomach, "I heard that you girls all feel pain when they come here, do you feel pain?"

His eyes were sincere and sincere. The lust in his eyes had not dispersed yet, but his eyes were filled with deep care and concern.

This man …