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Xue Qian looked at Gong Wan’er's unwilling eyes, and revealed a faint smile, "I know what you're thinking, I've always known that there were people outside Chen, it's just that back then Hao Hao Hao was still young, I endured it for the sake of my child, and in the end it turned out to be what it is now."

"If I had known that my patience was in exchange for these shameful things showing off my might in front of me, I would have …"

Xue Qian paused for a moment, and did not say anything else, but Gong Wan’er could feel that in that instant, Xue Qian's mood was extremely vicious.

"My apologies to Mrs. Mo." Xue Qian smiled embarrassedly, then said meaningfully: "To put it bluntly, men are all lowly bones, Boss Mo is very good to Mrs. Mo, but what we should guard against still needs to be guarded against."

Gong Wan’er did not think too much into it. He only thought that Xue Qian had sent the message out of goodwill, but also smiled faintly: "Thank you very much."

After separating with Xue Qian, Gong Wan’er had a strange feeling, but no matter how he thought about it, he just could not understand it. He threw it to the back of his mind, bought some ingredients to make the cookies, and went to settle the bill.

When Mo Zhaoyun returned to the company with the two bags, he went for a meeting and was not at his office yet. Gong Wan’er took out the red bean milk tea and tea cake he bought, and ate them while looking at the woolen sweater tutorial on the board.

By the time Mo Zhaoyun returned from the meeting, it was almost time to get off work. Gong Wan’er looked at the stack of documents on his desk and knew that he had to work overtime today, so he wondered what he should eat later.

Mo Zhaoyun placed the documents in his hands on the table, walked to the sofa and sat down, he glanced at the contents on the board, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "A sweater? You want to knit a sweater? "

"It's boring to stay here. I plan to knit one for my parents and my dad after I learn it. What do you think?" Although Gong Wan’er was acting on impulse, Mo’s Mother was treating her really well, and this counted as a bit of his good will.

"Not much." Mo Zhaoyun looked at Gong Wan’er indifferently, and snorted lightly.

Gong Wan’er didn't even need to look to know that Mo Zhaoyun was already beginning to be jealous. She threw herself into his embrace, wrapped her arms around his waist and softly said, "Let's knit our parents first and then for you. We'll knit a couple's sweater the same way, alright?"

"I'm not sure if you'll knit for me first?" A smile flashed past Mo Zhaoyun's eyes, but he remained expressionless.

"Hubby is so filial, how can you say it's bad, right?" Gong Wan’er lifted his head, blinked his eyes, and looked at Mo Zhaoyun sincerely.

Mo Zhaoyun laughed at Gong Wan’er's crafty appearance, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, he kissed her and laughed: "Yes, anything my wife says is right."

Gong Wan’er proudly blinked his eyes, then suddenly thought of something, and said softly: "I met Chen Chen's wife at the supermarket, and she asked me about the Tianyi contract, I keep having the feeling that there's something in her words, and that Chen Chen must have done it all."

"What did she say?" Mo Zhaoyun frowned slightly.

Gong Wan’er thought for a bit, then repeated what Xue Qian had said at that time, and said puzzledly: "The feeling she gives me is very weird, it has been like this since the first time, and I also realized that she sometimes looks at me like that. Why do you say it like she pitied me?

Gong Wan’er really couldn't understand. It was obvious that her husband was cheating with Xue Qian, but how could her blissful marriage be so pitiful?

"If you suppress it too fiercely, your mind will be twisted." Mo Zhaoyun said indifferently, but his tightly knitted eyebrows did not loosen, as though he was thinking about something.

Although Gong Wan’er did not agree with Mo Zhaoyun's explanation, but thinking about it, he felt that it was reasonable. After all, Chen Chen's mistress had not only appeared in front of her, but her son also found out.

"Chen Chen has so many mistresses. Could it be that every single one of them has caused trouble in front of her wife?" Gong Wan’er snorted disdainfully, and said: "Look at him doing this, his wife even helped him pry into the enemy's situation, and in the end, how did he treat his wife, scum!"

Hearing Gong Wan’er's retort, the corner of Mo Zhaoyun's mouth hooked up into a profound smile, "That may not be so."

"Hmm?" Gong Wan’er did not understand what Mo Zhaoyun was saying.

"Nothing." Mo Zhaoyun was still unsure in his heart, so he did not say it out loud. Instead, he mentioned something else, "Didn't you say yesterday that you were going to accompany Father to eat?

"I see that you still have a lot of documents that you haven't processed. Don't you have to work overtime?" Gong Wan’er brought the red bean milk tea to Mo Zhaoyun's mouth, "I can go by myself."

"What is it?" Mo Zhaoyun asked, but before Gong Wan’er could reply, he took a deep breath and said indifferently: "Did I express the intention that my job is more important than my wife?"

Being asked this question by Mo Zhaoyun, Gong Wan’er knew that this stingy man was unhappy again, but the bottom of his heart was feeling sweet. She put down the milk tea cup in his hands, hugged Mo Zhaoyun's neck, and said tenderly: "Boss Mo, don't you dare not appreciate my kindness.

Mo Zhaoyun looked at Gong Wan’er deeply, he did not say anything, but the corner of his mouth raised, revealed his current state of mind.

Since he said that he would accompany his wife home to eat dinner, Mo Zhaoyun would not go back on his word.

Gong Wan’er called Gong Jiande first to tell him that he was going to eat lunch, so he did not stay at the company for long, and when the couple arrived home, Gong Jiande had already gone home.

The one who opened the door was Jiano. He looked indifferent, but there was a hint of a smile in his eyes. "Sis, brother-in-law."

"Yes." Gong Wan’er and Mo Zhaoyun entered the door. As they changed their shoes, Gong Wan’er asked, "Where's Dad?"

"Dad just came back and went to change."

Gong Jianuo looked in the direction of the kitchen and said softly: "My mom is cooking today."

It should be said that Hao Jinzhi had been cooking recently. Although the taste was average, both Gong Jiande and Gong Jiande were not picky people, so they did not feel anything when they ate.

But Gong Wan’er felt that it was unbelievable just hearing this news.

From the moment Hao Jinzhi entered the gates of the palace to become her stepmother, Gong Wan’er had never seen Hao Jinzhi cook.

"Are you and Dad okay?" Gong Wan’er's mouth twitched, and asked secretly.

Even if they didn't kill people, they could still eat shadows.

Gong Jianuo's face darkened, obviously understanding the meaning behind Gong Wan’er's words, and replied in a low voice: "It's still edible."

Gong Wan’er heaved an obvious sigh of relief.

However, in the next moment, he started to gloat again. Ever since Hao Jinzhi became a lady, she called herself a noble lady. Forget about cooking, she did not even wash her clothes.

Entering the living room, Gong Wan’er pulled Mo Zhaoyun and sat down. Gong Jiande coincidentally came out of the room and saw the two of them and was extremely happy: "I'm back."

"Yes." Mo Zhaoyun smiled faintly: "Father."

Gong Jiande walked to the living room and sat down on the sofa, then looked at Gong Wan’er and smiled: "If you're too busy, you don't have to come specially, your work is more important."

No matter how sincere his words were, Mo Zhaoyun knew that they were customary.

It didn't matter if this was the truth or not, Gong Jiande was still very happy in his heart. This showed that his son-in-law valued his daughter, if not, how could he take the time to go home and eat with his wife when he was so busy?

Gong Wan’er still remembered that he needed to knit a woolen sweater, so he hurriedly took out a soft ruler and a notebook from his bag. He stood up and pulled Gong Jiande up from the sofa, "Dad, let me measure your size."

"What for?" Gong Jiande allowed Gong Wan’er to straighten his arm as he smiled helplessly and lovingly.

"Don't ask, dad, this is a surprise. You'll know in the future if you can't say it." Gong Wan’er measured the dimensions of each piece of paper so that Mo Zhaoyun could write them all down in his notebook.

Although Gong Jiande did not get an accurate answer, he was secretly amused and obediently allowed Gong Wan’er to finish measuring the size.

After putting the ruler and notebook back into his bag, Gong Wan’er sat down and looked in the direction of the kitchen. He asked softly: "Dad, why do you want her to cook?"

"What's wrong?" Gong Jiande thought that his daughter did not know that Hao Jinzhi could cook, and replied in a low voice: "Your aunt can cook, but it's not as delicious as what you can cook.

Gong Jiande spoke softly, but was still heard by Hao Jinzhi, who was standing at the kitchen door. He was so angry that his face turned black, he rushed out with the spatula in hand, and shouted loudly: "You eat it everyday! Gong Jiande, are you sincere in tormenting me? If you want to eat well, that's fine. You can invite others to cook for you! "

Hao Jinzhi did not want to cook at all, every day she would be smeared by the oil fumes in the kitchen. She felt that her meticulously maintained skin would become a lot rougher, and that her entire body would be reeking of oil fumes.

But right now, she didn't have any nice clothes, no jewelry, or anything. She only had a few thousand yuan a month in her family, so she couldn't even buy a bag, much less clothes, shoes, or jewelry.

"Right now, I am the nanny of your palace, cleaning houses tirelessly every day. I have to cook and I don't even give you any money. Now, I have been rejected by all of you. Do you have any conscience?"

Hao Jinzhi was so wronged that she was about to cry. She clenched her teeth and looked at Gong Wan’er with anger.

If Gong Wan’er hadn't cried in front of Gong Jiande, she wouldn't have been ordered around like a babysitter. Even her son didn't help her speak up, watching her work so tirelessly.

Hearing that, Gong Wan’er could not help but sneer, and ridiculed: "You think you're our home's nanny just because you clean the house and cook?"

"Auntie, did you get something wrong?" You go out and ask, which married woman doesn't work at home, and doesn't wash, cook, and have children? "You must be feeling wronged. You must be feeling wronged to have gone out to work. If you have the money and have the guts, you can spend it however you want!"

"My dad worked so hard to make money, yet you were so extravagant. How many years have you been married for? How many meals have you made? "I know what you want to say. Isn't it just that my dad has money, so how can I hire someone to do all of this? Yeah, as long as I have money, who wouldn't do the same for you?"