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"Alright, Auntie won't ask you anymore." Gong Wan’er took out a few packs of snacks from the drawer of the table and placed them on the table, "Auntie wants to cook, you can eat some snacks in the living room and watch TV."

Xuan Xuan squeezed his hand, nodded, and did not look at Gong Wan’er. He paused for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "If Auntie was my mother, it would be fine."

"Hmm?" Although Xuan Xuan's voice was low, Gong Wan’er still heard what he said and was puzzled. Could it be that Chu Ning was not good to him?

Thinking about this possibility, Gong Wan’er felt that he was overthinking it. Since Chu Ning had the courage to become a single mother and had raised him all by herself, how could she not treat Xuan Xuan well?

Probably because Chu Ning was busy with work and did not have time to accompany him, Xuan Xuan had such a strange thought.

"Xuan Xuan, you can't say such words anymore. Your mother will feel sad after hearing them, do you understand?" Gong Wan’er naturally knew how sad this would be for his mother.

Xuan Xuan's expression became gloomy, his hammer lowered, and he said in a low voice: "Auntie, I'm sorry."

Seeing Xuan Xuan being so upset, Gong Wan’er did not say anything else. He rubbed Xuan Xuan's head and gently said: "Auntie does not blame you."

Xuan Xuan nodded, feeling dejected.

Gong Wan’er sighed from the bottom of his heart, without saying anything further, he turned around and returned to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients.

Xuan Xuan held onto his injured arm, and looked at the television listlessly. His expression was wooden, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Gong Wan’er busied himself in the kitchen for a few hours. Finally, when it was almost noon, he finished preparing the lunch and put it into the lunchbox.

She found a thermal container and left a small bowl of it behind. Then, she poured the rest into the pot and decided to go to the company to have lunch with Mo Zhaoyun.

Gong Wan’er came out with a bowl of fish soup and a bowl of rice, and shouted towards the living room: "Xuan Xuan."

Hearing the voice, Xuan Xuan jumped off the sofa and jogged into the dining hall, "Auntie."

"It's almost noon, you should be hungry. Auntie has cooked, have some food." When Gong Wan’er was cooking, he had calculated that Xuan Xuan would be in there, and when he placed the food into the lunchbox, he had left Xuan Xuan's food.

Xuan Xuan rubbed his stomach, which had long been starved to death. Inexplicably, he felt ashamed, he thanked her with a blush and a low voice: "Thank you, Auntie."

"It's nothing, hurry up and eat." Gong Wan’er placed the dishes and fish soup in front of Xuan Xuan and instructed him softly, "There's a fish bone in the fish soup, be careful."

The fish soup had been simmering for a few hours, but the fish had already been stewed to a pulp.

Although Gong Wan’er had already filtered some fish bones from the bottom of the soup, there were still quite a few of them.

"Yes."

Although Xuan Xuan was hungry, he ate very slowly and carefully. Even after finishing the bowl of fish soup, he did not eat a single thorn.

Gong Wan’er sat across from Xuan Xuan. Looking at how he was chewing on his food slowly, she couldn't help but smile and ask softly: "Xuan Xuan, Auntie is going to go out later. Are you going back to school, or go home?"

Xuan Xuan paused while pinching his chopsticks, raised his head and nervously asked, "Where is Auntie going?"

"Go and deliver lunch to your Uncle Mo. He works really hard and often forgets to eat. If I don't go, he'll starve." Gong Wan’er thought about when Mo Zhaoyun had slept soundly last night, and his heart immediately ached.

Xuan Xuan seemed to have thought of something, as his small face paled and he muttered: "Aunty treats uncle so well, if daddy can be like this too, it would be great."

Gong Wan’er thought back to what Chu Ning had said before. She was a little surprised, could it be that Xuan Xuan already knew who his father was?

However, even though Gong Wan’er was curious, she would not beat around the bush with children. Furthermore, this was Chu Ning's private matter, and had nothing to do with her. It wouldn't be good for her to know too much.

After Xuan Xuan finished eating, he watched Xuan Xuan go upstairs to his room. She took the lunch box and the thermal container to the Mohist.

… ….

But when Mo Zhaoyun saw Gong Wan’er's text message, he was still filled with anticipation. It was just that because he had worked too hard, he had completely forgotten the time. It was only when Gong Wan’er pushed open the door and came in that he knew it was time for his afternoon nap.

"From your expression, you can tell that if I didn't come, you wouldn't be eating lunch!" Gong Wan’er was a little angry, but in this regard, he was simply a model who could not be changed.

When Mo Zhaoyun saw Gong Wan’er's expression, he knew that it was going to be bad and quickly got up. He walked over and hugged her tightly, and admitted his wrongs sincerely: "Wife, it's my fault. Don't be angry, I'll definitely take care of it in the future."

Gong Wan’er lightly snorted, and said with dissatisfaction: "Don't bite my words, if you say you will be more careful in the future, isn't this just giving us a way out in the future?"

Mo Zhaoyun was also helpless, "My wife, I can't promise you anything that I can't promise, or else I'll just lie to you!"

"I can't be bothered with you!" Gong Wan’er did not want to continue arguing over this unknown issue. Pushing Mo Zhaoyun aside, he walked to the sofa and sat down, opened the lunchboxes one by one, twisted open the thermal container, scooped up a bowl of fish soup and placed it in Mo Zhaoyun's hands, "The fish soup I made today, please drink a little first."

Before Gong Wan’er entered the office, he had already went to the tea room to heat up the food using the microwave.

So the fish soup was still hot.

"Thank you, my wife." Mo Zhaoyun quickly kissed Gong Wan’er on the lips, and laughed like a cat trying to steal something.

Gong Wan’er looked at Mo Zhaoyun in annoyance. He also poured a bowl of soup for himself and started to drink slowly.

After the couple had lunch, Mo Zhaoyun was once again pressed onto the bed to rest.

Mo Zhaoyun did not sleep much last night, so he carried his soft and tender wife and quickly fell asleep.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, but Mo Zhaoyun showed no signs of waking up.

"I slept for a long time?" Mo Zhaoyun sat up and rubbed between his brows. His voice was still hoarse.

Gong Wan’er also sat up, and replied: "No, just half an hour."

Mo Zhaoyun turned around and kissed Gong Wan’er, then got off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up. Only then did Gong Wan’er get off the bed, walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Come in." Gong Wan’er said indifferently.

Mo Zhi pushed open the door and entered. He did not see Mo Zhaoyun, so he turned to Gong Wan’er and asked: "Madam, where is Boss Mo?"

After washing his face and rinsing his mouth, Mo Zhaoyun walked out of the bathroom, walked to the desk and sat down.

"It's Tianyi's matter." Mo Zhi replied, "Things have already gotten the picture. After Tianyi lost his order with Mohist, the few new orders companies that he signed were all leather bag companies. At present, we still haven't found out whether these leather bag companies were actually one or several people."

"Since it's a leather bag company, let's call the police and have them investigate." A cold glint flashed past Mo Zhaoyun's eyes, without a shred of mercy.

This kind of leather bag company usually had an unclean source of funds. If they were to really investigate it, there would be a lot of questions.

Regardless if the person behind him was Chen Chen or not, Mo Zhaoyun would let him know that not only did he have to pay the price to plot against him, he even had to prepare for this loss.

"Yes, I understand." Mo Zhi nodded. Without anything else, he left the office.

"Why didn't you check who was behind the leather bag company and call the police?" Gong Wan’er frowned slightly. Since Tianyi dared to sign a contract with this kind of leather bag company, he must definitely know the identity of the person behind this.

"Rather than wasting time investigating, it's better to let him jump out himself." Mo Zhaoyun sneered, "The existence of a leather bag company is itself illegal, they cannot afford to investigate it. Without us doing anything, the police would have already pulled him out."

Gong Wan’er was completely speechless. Mo Zhaoyun was really unscrupulous to the extreme, not only did he take the other party's company away, he even wanted to go to the police station to drink a cup of tea.

"However, since the accounts of the leather bag companies are not clean, that person must be clear about it. He won't let himself be involved with these companies in public. When the time comes, those people might not be the real masterminds." Gong Wan’er thought about her little uncle's scrubbing of black money.

If not for the account book, everyone would have believed that the money launderer was her father.

At the same time, Gong Wan’er's phone rang. She opened her WeChat to see a message from Liu Beibei, "There are two tickets for the photographic exhibition.

Gong Wan’er thought about it and agreed, "I'm going, but since you are here, I need to buy some things."

"Alright."

After making an agreement with Liu Beibei, Gong Wan’er lifted his head and looked at Mo Zhaoyun with a beaming smile, "Hubby, Bei Bei and I will be going to the photographic exhibition later. After you get off work, give me a call.

It was a special situation yesterday, so Mo Zhaoyun had to definitely have to work overtime today. The time he had to work was uncertain, so Gong Wan’er was not sure when he would get off work either.

"Photography exhibition?" Mo Zhaoyun raised his eyebrows, and said with a tone full of regret, "Next time, I'll accompany you there."

"Got it."

After Gong Wan’er packed everything up, he left the Mohist building and went to the coffee shop on the first floor to buy two cups of coffee. Not long after coming out, he saw Liu Beibei's figure.

"Evening." Liu Beibei rushed over and gave Gong Wan’er a big hug.

Gong Wan’er carried two cups of coffee with both hands, and upon being hugged by Liu Beibei, he nearly flipped over, and immediately shouted: "Hurry and let go, the coffee is about to be poured."

Liu Beibei pouted and released Gong Wan’er. She took a cup of coffee from her hand and said: "You have hurt my enthusiasm."

"If I respond to your enthusiasm, then the two cups of coffee are on you right now, not on you. Kiss me!" Gong Wan’er glared at her unhappily.

"Alright, I was just joking." Liu Beibei took Gong Wan’er's arm and asked with a smile: "What are you asking me to buy?"

"Buy wool. I want to knit a sweater." Gong Wan’er said as he pulled Liu Beibei into the shopping mall.

Liu Beibei took a sip of her coffee. Before she could even swallow his words, she almost choked on it.