Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 73 - 073. Even in sleep he is in such a vigilant state, his past must have been so tough...

Chapter 73: 073. Even in sleep he is in such a vigilant state, his past must have been so tough...

Nan Wan looked straight ahead, focusing on driving, without realizing she was already caught in the trap set by the other party. She responded casually, "As long as Mr. Mu is willing, of course, we can go anywhere."

Qing City is so big, there must be a restaurant that catches his eye, right?

Mu Jin Huan curled his lips slightly, his tone seemingly somewhat reluctant, "Then... let’s go to your place."

To Nan Wan’s ears, the words sounded like a plot successfully executed.

Going to her place meant she would have to cook. Last time was an accident, and Mr. Mu’s final verdict was just mediocre at best. So Nan Wan wasn’t too keen on another surprise this time, "Didn’t you say my cooking didn’t suit your taste? It’s not worth torturing your stomach."

The phone in the pocket of his dress pants vibrated. Mu Jin Huan took out the phone, unlocked the screen, and glanced at the text message: Mu Huan, I bought your favorite seafood porridge at Jinyun Square. I’ll have the driver send it to your office. Remember to eat some when you finish working.

From Yu Qinglu.

Mu Jin Huan replied with three words: No need.

After sending, he put the phone back on silent mode, slipped it back into his pocket, and said flatly, "Once or twice is no problem, just consider it as a stomach cleanse."

Could he be any more sarcastic?

Nan Wan frowned, simmering internally but spoke calmly, "Why praise me for no reason? What if I get conceited, will you take responsibility?"

Mu Jin Huan chuckled softly twice, closed the car window, raised his hand to undo the collar button of his shirt, leisurely closed his eyes, his voice was lazy, almost roguish, "A bit tired, a bit sleepy, and a bit hungry."

Nan Wan, "..."

The car fell back into silence, and a few minutes later, Nan Wan vaguely heard the man’s slightly heavy breathing.

Stopping at a red light, she turned her head. In her sight was a face that looked as if it had been exquisitely sculpted by an artisan; the originally sharp lines now had a touch of softness.

It seems...he’s truly exhausted...

Yu Qinglu sat in the car, staring blankly at the phone screen that had gone dark a long time ago, her fingers clenched tightly, not saying a word for a long time.

Liu An cautiously looked towards the back seat through the rearview mirror and tentatively spoke, "Miss Yu, are we heading back to the hotel?"

Yu Qinglu lowered her head and responded coolly, "First, help me throw out the porridge."

Throw it out?

Liu An glanced at the neatly packed food container, utterly puzzled, "But, didn’t you just buy this?"

Yu Qinglu’s long hair fell over her face, hiding her expression thoroughly, her voice was indifferent, "I don’t want it anymore."

In Liu An’s mind, it was like a herd of horses galloping by.

He never expected that the trendy porridge he had queued for nearly half an hour to buy, still warm, would end up in the trash.

His mouth twitched, but he had to comply, "Okay."

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Lately, Nan Wan and Shen Zhimei have been very busy, rarely eating at home, so the ingredients in the refrigerator should no longer be fresh.

She stopped the car while passing by a supermarket.

Nan Wan gently unbuckled her seatbelt and, after pushing the car door open, just as she was stepping out with one foot, a hoarse voice sounded in her ear.

"Where are you going?"

Nan Wan paused, instinctively turning her head, coincidentally meeting the man’s sleepy eyes.

Even though she had been quiet when opening the door, somehow she still woke him up.

Being so alert even when asleep... How difficult his past must have been...