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Chapter 142 - Men's Sentencing Ground

No. South Bridge shook her head. That was not the result she wanted to see.

Nanqiao turned her head to look at Mo Cheng. From her point of view, she could see that Mo Cheng's face was still red and swollen, and some parts of his face had already turned black. His palm was placed on the back of his hand, and for the first time, Nanqiao sincerely smiled, "Thank you."

After a pause, he added, "Thank you, brother!"

Hearing this, Mo Cheng's body stiffened, the tears on the South Bridge's mouth opened up slightly, and he opened his mouth wide, revealing two small canines. With a sweet and cute look on his face, he said, "Thank you, for being so concerned about my matters, we are all members of the Mo Clan, calling you big brother, do you mind?"

Mo Cheng smiled unnaturally and shook his head. "Of course, I don't mind."

Mo Cheng sat in the driver's seat, but the hot blood in his chest slowly cooled down. He thought that he was overthinking things. That's right, no matter how he and South Bridge thought about it, it was impossible.

A look of disappointment quickly flashed across his eyes and the arc of light quickly disappeared. The South Bridge didn't see anything unusual with Mo Cheng, nor did it notice anything strange. It slightly turned its body and opened the car door, "Let's go. There's a Chinese dumpling restaurant nearby. It's tasty, let's go."

This topic had really moved on quickly. Mo Cheng was dumbfounded, and he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

This person from the South Bridge was quick to come and go!

Mo Cheng straightened his collar, pulled out the car keys, and followed, "Okay!"

Returning to the villa, Yu Cen Ran didn't say a word and immediately sank back into the sofa. His actions were obvious, he was very angry, and couldn't suppress his anger right now.

Zhou Yu Chen followed behind, still blabbering, "Young Master Yu, your Taekwondo has been a black belt for a long time. It's really more than enough to beat that Mo Cheng. He didn't even utter a word after being beaten so badly. What a tough guy!"

Before he could finish, Yu Cen Ran's cold gaze swept over him. Zhou Yu Chen held his breath and took a deep breath, feeling as if he was courting death.

Yu Cen Ran was still fuming and didn't have the time to bother about Zhou Yu Chen. After the fight with Mo Cheng, some parts of his body were dyed green, but he was still fine.

It started to snow again. The house was new and he didn't even have time to buy anything. There wasn't even an aunt cooking in the house. Zhou Yu Chen lifted his hand and touched his starving stomach, his stomach rumbling with hunger.

Luckily, Zhou Yu Chen managed to wipe the remaining snow water off his face. He rummaged through the refrigerator in the kitchen and found a few pastries and some eggs.

In the living room.

Yu Cen Ran sat on the sofa with her legs crossed elegantly and her arms crossed before her chest. She hadn't slept well or eaten well for many days. He was a little angry.

There was no medicine in the villa, so Yu Cen Ran didn't bother to play around with it. She picked up the mug and filled it with hot water, taking a mouthful after mouthful. She didn't care about the boiling temperature at all as she gulped it down.

After drinking the third cup, Zhou Yuchen stuck half of his head out from the kitchen and said with interest, "Today, I personally cooked for you, Young Master Yu. What would you like to eat?"

Yu Cen Ran cast a sidelong glance at him and said indifferently, "Whatever. Just don't poison it."

"Damn." Zhou Yuchen withdrew his body, and the sound of a ping-pong could be heard from the kitchen.

The sound echoed around the empty villa. Finally, Yu Cen Ran was quite popular. She raised her hand as she held her cellphone. Her eyes fell on the screen before tossing it to the side and closing her eyes.

He slept for about half an hour. When he opened his eyes again, the scenery outside the window had completely darkened. He pressed his hands to his temples. Yu Cen Ran turned her head and looked at the time. Hmm, it was 7: 30.

Remembering that a certain man said that he would cook dinner, Yu Cen Ran raised her eyebrows. She stood up and moved her long legs, but before she even got close to the kitchen, she keenly smelt a scent, as if something was burnt.

The moment he opened the door, thick smoke immediately gushed out of the door. Yu Cen couldn't stop coughing. He reached out his hand to push away the smoke, and saw Zhou Yu Chen busy with work beside the gas stove.

He leaned over to take a look, then his valiant and threatening eyebrows suddenly frowned. "What the hell is this thing?"

Zhou Yu Chen was not in a good mood. He opened the window to take a breath of fresh air and hurriedly said, "What the hell is this? This is something you and I are going to eat tonight!"

Yu Cen Ran's temples throbbed as the corners of his mouth twitched, "I refuse."

Above his head was the blower. According to what he remembered from cooking at the south bridge, Yu Cen Ran effortlessly found the key to turn it on and pressed it. The light immediately turned on and the machine turned on.

Zhou Yu Chen was stupefied. Earlier, he had been complaining that the giant over his head was too short, obstructing his stance. He had even foolishly moved back and forth as he opened the window to take a breath of fresh air …

Yu Cen Ran cast a sidelong glance at him. She could not hide the disdain on her face as her long fingers lightly poked at a lump of something inside the pot. She asked in surprise, "What is this black charcoal for?"

Zhou Yuchen: "…"

What black charcoal? Zhou Yuchen roared in his heart. This is dough! This is dough!

He had just lost a little water and played a game along the way. When he came back to his senses, he had become such a black thing. Of course, when he saw Yu Cen Ran about to kill him, Zhou Yu Chen did not dare argue.

She lowered her head and looked at him obediently, not daring to make a sound, like an angry wife: "Ai, you can't blame me for this. This kitchen is a man's execution ground after all!"

He picked up the pot and smacked Zhou Yu Chen's head. Zhou Yu Chen cried out, "It's just a little late. As for releasing your anger on me … Young Master Yu, over ten years of old friends, you've treated me like this …"

"F * ck off." He moved his thin lips and spoke concisely.

Yu Cen Ran's throat felt as if it was going to burst into smoke. A hot air kept rising and her body was extremely uncomfortable. She turned around to see that the ingredients had been wasted to only a few eggs.

He should not have believed in Zhou Yuchen! Bastard!

Elegant and reserved, Yu Cen Ran loosely rolled up her sleeves, exposing half of her muscular arms. She picked up the discarded food from the boiler and threw it into the trash without hesitation.

Then, turning around, he took out another pot from under the kitchen, turned on the tap, and turned on the stove to boil the water. At the same time, he scattered the eggs in a blue and white porcelain bowl, sprinkled them with oil and salt, and sprinkled them with soy sauce and thin green onions.

Ten minutes later, two bowls of piping hot egg soup came out of the wok. Zhou Yu Chen couldn't wait to scoop up a spoonful of soup. His mouth was burning hot as he cried out in admiration, "Hey, this thing looks ordinary. It tastes so tender and delicious!"

Pausing for a moment, Zhou Yu Chen thought of something and turned his head over, "Did the South Bridge teach you this?"

The stuff that this woman was making, people like him and Yu Cen Ran, who had lived for eight lifetimes without touching the kitchen, would truly be godly if they wanted to be able to do it without a teacher.

But in reality, Yu Cen Ran only sat to the side and watched the South Bridge once. It wasn't that difficult, so she naturally started it.

Speaking of the South Bridge, Zhou Yu Chen seemed to remember something. When they were fighting today, Mo Cheng blurted out a few words. Now that he thought about it, something didn't seem right. It was as if Mo Cheng was hiding something from strangers.

Zhou Yu Chen thought that he should tell Yu Cen Ran directly. What if she didn't, then he should ask her about it!

Hesitating for a moment, Zhou Yuchen finished the bowl. He put down the spoon and asked in a low voice, "Young Master Yu, I only have one question. When you and South Bridge were making the soup, um, did it happen?"

Yu Cen Ran raised her head at the mention of such a sensitive word. Her expression became more and more tense as she said, "If you have something to say, then say it."

"Yeah, that's right. Did you guys do any safety measures while you were at it?"

It had been a while since he had sex with South Bridge. There was only one big man in the villa. The straight man indicated that his body was suddenly hot and he didn't want to think about that small and tender body for the time being.

However, if he didn't answer, that meant he had to agree.

Zhou Yu Chen slapped his thigh and pointed at Yu Cen Ran, cursing her, "I told you, be careful. You might get killed here!" "It hurts!"

Yu Cen Ran clutched at Zhou Yu Chen's ear with all her might, turning it 90 degrees while Zhou Yu Chen screamed like a pig that was being butchered. Only then did her mood relax a little.

He dared to say anything in the face of death!

Zhou Yu Chen's tears were almost flowing out. Yu Cen Ran let go and took out her handkerchief to wipe her hands. After a while, her lips moved. "Even if she does have one, I'm not afraid."

Zhou Yu Chen pointed at Yu Cen Ran and chuckled, "Eh, Young Master Yu. You're playing a hooligan now, aren't you? You and South Bridge are already divorced!"

"Did I say I would give up on remarriage?" Yu Cen Ran's deep, magnetic voice was filled with coldness and displeasure. "Women and children, I want both. If I really have children, I will tie them up, and I will tie South Bridge back to my side."

There was no point in continuing the discussion. Yu Cen Ran only wanted to find the South Bridge as soon as possible. It seemed like Mo Cheng wouldn't be able to get his mouth open for a while, so he could only send out more spies.

Zhou Yuchen seemed to have the interest to continue the conversation. He couldn't stop talking about the children of South Bridge. He began to wonder if the children in the future would be as cocky as his father.

Yu Cen Ran pursed her lips into a straight line and didn't bother to say anything more. She raised her leg and kicked out. With a cold tone, she said, "You have nothing to do after you've eaten your fill, so get lost."

Caught off guard, Zhou Yu Chen was kicked down from the sofa. He looked to be in a very sorry state. He stood up, glared at Yu Cen Ran, and was immediately terrified when they met eyes.

He was really suppressed by Yu Cen Ran!

Zhou Yu Chen was patting his clothes as he walked to the lounge on the second floor. He was still cursing when he was stopped by Yu Cen Ran from behind. He turned his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

Heh, he really did change his face so quickly. One second he was a resentful wife, the next he was wishing he could cleanse himself and become a eunuch.

Yu Cen Ran scoffed coldly. She pursed her lips and said, "Continue investigating further in the next few days and follow along with the clues from Mo Shaohai. Pay particular attention to the direction of the bone-marrow match."