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With that said, Gong Wan’er understood her meaning, it was that she did not want Xuan Xuan to go.

"Then …" Gong Wan’er originally wanted to say "Then forget it", but before he could finish, he looked at Xuan Xuan and changed the topic:

"I promise, I will take good care of Xuan Xuan." As she spoke, she raised his hand, taking a vow.

"All of you invited relatives, right?" Seeing Gong Wan’er being so persistent, Chu Ning asked.

Gong Wan’er nodded, the current plan was like this.

"Then we … For those who aren't related to each other, it would be inappropriate for you to bring Xuan Xuan. Besides, he's just a kid, so maybe I'll have to trouble you when the time comes. "

Although these words seemed to be said for Gong Wan’er's sake, but it was already very obvious. Xuan Xuan is not one of you, Gong Wan’er, so you do not have the qualifications to bring him to the banquet.

After Chu Ning said this, it was not good for Gong Wan’er to continue, she could only give up. Just looking at Xuan Xuan turning his head around in three steps was a little … There was an indescribable feeling.

It was as if she had unknowingly started to treat Xuan Xuan as her own child.

When this thought popped out from Gong Wan’er's mind, she couldn't help but shiver.

"I must be overthinking it."

she whispered, and closed the door.

Because he was rejected by Chu Ning, and because he was in a bad mood, even when Mo Zhaoyun entered the door, Gong Wan’er did not notice, and only sat on the sofa in a daze.

Mo Zhaoyun took off his jacket, and walked to Gong Wan’er's side.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly.

Since when did he have someone by his side!?

Gong Wan’er's body froze for a moment, and then, seeing that it was his own husband, he slowly relaxed.

"Chu Ning won't let me bring Xuan Xuan to the banquet." she said, annoyed.

"Just this?"

So what? Wasn't it enough to affect his mood? Gong Wan’er shot Mo Zhaoyun a glance, and continued:

"Furthermore, Chu Ning seems to be very against Xuan Xuan coming close to me."

So that was how it was, Mo Zhaoyun had a look of understanding, but he did not say anything, and only allowed Gong Wan’er to vent.

Gong Wan’er complained a lot in an instant. After a while, Gong Wan’er, who realized that he had talked too much, closed his mouth and looked towards Mo Zhaoyun.

"You're done?" Mo Zhaoyun asked as he placed his right hand on Gong Wan’er's shoulder.

Gong Wan’er weakly nodded like a rabbit.

Seeing this, Mo Zhaoyun laid back leisurely on the sofa, his left hand touched Gong Wan’er's earlobes, as if he did not want to talk.

At first, it was itchy, but then Gong Wan’er couldn't help but feel soft. She turned her body, and got rid of Mo Zhaoyun's … Tempting.

Are you trying to take liberties with me?

"Aiya, why aren't you saying anything?" Gong Wan’er looked at Mo Zhaoyun, blaming him a little.

"I'm punishing you." Mo Zhaoyun said somewhat playfully.

Punishment? Punishment? Punishment?

"I don't think I offended the CEO today, right?" After Gong Wan’er finished speaking, he moved a little further away from Mo Zhaoyun, afraid that he would be … "Dismembered!"

"Ever since I entered, you've been talking about Xuan Xuan, Chu Ning." Mo Zhaoyun spoke very plainly, but his tone sounded as if he had suffered a great grievance.

Gong Wan’er laughed and went closer to Mo Zhaoyun.

"Are you …" Gong Wan’er paused for a moment, then asked: "Are you jealous?"

His eyes flickered, but he still could not stop Gong Wan’er from smiling.

Mo Zhaoyun did not say anything, but pulled Gong Wan’er into his embrace, and covered his mouth with Gong Wan’er's. Since his words were unable to stop her, he could only use... The mouth.

At first, it was still very gentle, but in the end, the person heavily bit the tip of his tongue, and then immediately let go. A feeling of numbness spread from his tongue to his heart, as if he had been electrocuted, and then he felt pain.

"Mo Zhaoyun, what do you belong to?" Gong Wan’er asked Mo Zhaoyun who was walking towards his bedroom as he pressed his teeth against the tip of his tongue.

"It's yours."

Mo Zhaoyun did not even look back as he casually walked into the bedroom. Soon after, the sound of flowing water could be heard.

Hearing Mo Zhaoyun's words, Gong Wan’er was stunned at first, but then warmth started to spread.

Her? It was hers!

… ….

Due to the lack of time and the heavy workload, Gong Wan’er decided that the moxa's recovery celebration would be held two days later. The location was a five-star hotel, the Sidon Hotel.

Mo Zhaoyun naturally had no objection to his wife's decision.

The next day, just before dawn, the noisy ringing of a cell phone filled the entire space.

First, Gong Wan’er used a blanket to cover his head, but it was to no avail, and pushed Mo Zhaoyun who was beside him.

"Summon Yun, call." As he was still in a drowsy state, his voice was a bit soft.

Mo Zhaoyun fished with his arm, and pulled Gong Wan’er into his embrace, and even covered his ears with his hand.

"It's still early, let's sleep a bit more."

After the bell rang for a long time, it finally began to gradually leave. However, a few seconds later, it rang again. Now, even a gentle embrace would not be able to stop Gong Wan’er's anger.

"Mo Zhaoyun."

Hearing his wife's unkind tone, Mo Zhaoyun reached for his phone on the table and sleepily pressed the answer button:

"Speak!"

"Boss Mo, there's a cross-country video conference. It starts in 45 minutes." It was Mo Zhi. After he reported the situation briefly, he did not say anything else.

Mo Zhaoyun paused for a while, and then said: "I understand. "It's just that don't call me at this time in the future."

Disturbing people's sweet dreams! The most important thing was to disturb the beauty's sweet dreams!

Mo Zhi tactfully hung up the phone, and Mo Zhaoyun also opened his eyes, slowly adapting to the light. He looked at Gong Wan’er, who was in his arms, and gently rubbed her forehead.

"Alright, let's sleep a bit more."

He then embraced Gong Wan’er and kissed his lips. Then, he gently lifted the blanket away from Gong Wan’er's body and got off the bed.

After around half an hour, Mo Zhaoyun appeared at the company and began working for the whole day.

After the video conference, Mo Zhaoyun felt a little tired, so he went to the tea room and brewed a cup of coffee to refresh his spirit.

Coincidentally, Chu Ning was there as well.

"Boss Mo." When Chu Ning saw Mo Zhaoyun, she shouted respectfully.

Mo Zhaoyun only nodded, and did not bother with Chu Ning anymore.

"Boss Mo, I heard that your mother was discharged from the hospital. I truly congratulate you. I don't know who donated the bone marrow to him, but he really is a good person. "

Chu Ning talked to herself, while Mo Zhaoyun ignored her. She leisurely brewed a cup of coffee, her movements graceful and lazy.

"I also heard that there's going to be a banquet. Which hotel might it be?" Chu Ning continued.

Hearing that, Mo Zhaoyun slowly raised his head, his eyes revealing a sense of majesty:

"Didn't you say you couldn't go?"

Then what else was there to ask? Can you ask? Does it have anything to do with you?

Chu Ning was a little embarrassed, she pushed the hair on her forehead to her ears and then said: "Oh, I know a few hotel managers, and I wanted to help out. Miss Gong has to put in a lot of effort to manage all this by himself. "

"No need."

"So what can I do for you?" Chu Ning did not give up as he said this, he still had the same standard smile on his face.

"Even less so."

With that, Mo Zhaoyun finished brewing the coffee and walked out.

When he reached the door, Mo Zhaoyun suddenly stopped and turned around.

Seeing that, Chu Ning immediately smiled, she did not expect the words Mo Zhaoyun said to be not what she had imagined.

"Miss Chu." Mo Zhaoyun paused, then continued, "Some things, even if I don't say it, it doesn't mean that I don't know. I don't want to hear any more of the company's rumors! You know, I can let you into this company, or I can let you out at any time. Besides, our family is very happy, and we don't want you, an outsider, to interfere in our family's affairs. After all, you are just a former university classmate of mine, you are no different from a stranger. "

After he finished speaking, Mo Zhaoyun left the tea room. Without any hesitation, his footsteps went further and further away.

This was probably the longest and most ruthless sentence Mo Zhaoyun had ever said to Chu Ning. Chu Ning stood there in a daze, both of her fists were clenched tightly, her knuckles were already white, her face was ugly too, her mouth was tightly shut, as though she was holding in a breath.

"A stranger?" Chu Ning muttered. She then threw the paper cup on the ground. Hot water spilled all over the place and was still steaming. It was a stark contrast against the ice-cold atmosphere.

After a few minutes, the grieving expression on Chu Ning's face completely disappeared, and was replaced with a strange smile.

"Boss Mo, you will regret this."

… ….

Two days later, in the afternoon. In the gift shop.

The sales clerk brought out a few sets of clothes for Gong Wan’er. After putting it on, the sales clerk clearly said it was pretty and it showed off his temperament, but Mo Zhaoyun shook his hand and insisted to change it again.

was sitting on the sofa, playing with his little temper.

"I don't want to wear it anymore!" She folded her arms across her chest, looking extremely angry.

How could Mo Zhaoyun not be happy when his wife was angry from embarrassment? But Mo Zhaoyun was sitting on the left side of Gong Wan’er, so she turned her head to the right side and sat on the right side, and then she turned her head to the left side, not looking at Mo Zhaoyun at all. In a moment of desperation, Mo Zhaoyun stood up, bent down, supported himself on the sofa with both hands, and wrapped Gong Wan’er in his arms.

"Evening, while you're sleeping, your husband would be happy if you didn't put on any clothes." Mo Zhaoyun laughed and said, his tone rising.

"Rogue!" Gong Wan’er snorted, and turned his head to the side.

Mo Zhaoyun retracted both his hands and sat on the tea table in the back. He held Gong Wan’er's face and let her look at him. But Gong Wan’er just refused to cooperate. He twisted his body and tried to pull Mo Zhaoyun's hand away to escape from his restraints.

"If you continue like this, I'll kiss you!" Mo Zhaoyun's words were actually threatening Gong Wan’er.

"You, you …" Gong Wan’er's face flushed red. He was so angry that he couldn't say a word, but he still obediently looked at Mo Zhaoyun.

If Mo Zhaoyun was really close, with so many people watching, it would truly be embarrassing to death!

Seeing such a rebellious and obedient Gong Wan’er, a certain string in Mo Zhaoyun's heart couldn't help but be strummed. Unable to hold it in for a moment, he kissed it firmly.

"Leave them alone!" he said, kissing her.