The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1183 - 1206: Stay Home Properly

Chapter 1183: Chapter 1206: Stay Home Properly

"It’s just a little conflict with Gu Yan, and now it’s perfectly resolved," she lectured the person and even got an extra apology, feeling quite satisfied.

"If you don’t want to say it, then don’t," Jun Mochan said, rubbing her hair and smiling.

That smile was still gentle as ever, but Ye Ranran felt there was a knife hidden within it.

"I’m going to say it, but you’re not allowed to get angry, okay?" Ye Ranran set the condition first.

"Then you might as well not say it," Jun Mochan didn’t accept her terms.

He’s angry, Ye Ranran took a sly glance at him.

Jun Mochan’s smile remained at his lips, but his eyes were veiled with ice.

He really was angry.

Well, a chop to the neck if you stick your head out or in.

May as well meet your maker sooner rather than later.

Ye Ranran closed her eyes and briefly recounted the events.

"That’s it, it’s not really a big deal," Ye Ranran deliberately left out the part about the thief.

This way, Jun Mochan wouldn’t get too angry, she couldn’t be smarter.

"Is that all?" Jun Mochan narrowed his eyes with a dangerous glint.

Ye Ranran nodded, "Yeah, that’s it."

"Not bad," Jun Mochan praised.

"Thanks for the praise," Ye Ranran smiled sweetly.

"Yeah, I’m going to take a shower," Jun Mochan said, picking up his bathrobe and walking toward the bathroom.

After he entered, he first contacted One, always feeling that Ye Ranran hadn’t told him everything.

Unaware that Ye Ranran had only told half the story, One narrated the day’s events to Jun Mochan, naturally including Song Ze’s appearance.

Ye Ranran watched the bathroom while trying to contact One, but for some reason, she couldn’t get through.

It took her about five minutes to finally make contact.

"One, if my husband asks you about today’s events later, just talk about the restaurant part and what happened afterward. Leave out the part about the thief," Ye Ranran pleaded.

"Why?" It’s not a secret, what’s the big deal if the young master knows?

"He’ll definitely not let me go out if he finds out," Ye Ranran said, looking downcast.

"Uh," One hadn’t considered that consequence.

"So for the happiness of me going out, can you help me? I’ll treat you to candied hawthorn next time."

"Uh, I’m afraid it’s too late, I’ve already told the young master," One said in an unchanged tone, without a hint of apology.

In his view, a high-risk creature like Ye Ranran was better off staying safely at home.

Why bother causing trouble for herself and others?

"Do you have any sympathy?" Ye Ranran clenched her fists.

Just like that, sold out so casually, could they ever have fun again?

"Who doesn’t have sympathy?" A somewhat sinister voice sounded from behind.

Startled, Ye Ranran dropped her phone onto the bed.

Jun Mochan glanced at the person communicating with her, and the smile on his face, well, it looked more menacing no matter how one saw it.

"Ranran, don’t you have something to tell me?" Jun Mochan’s fingertips lightly grazed her cheek.

Why can’t every conversation be straightforward, without the need for physical maneuvers?

"Mercy, please, I beg the organization for a light punishment," Ye Ranran said with a righteous expression.

"How about Ranran stays at home for the next few months, is that okay?"

"No way," Ye Ranran immediately protested loudly. Just over two months left and she had to squat at home—how long would that be?

Plus, there’s a month of confinement.

She would grow moldy, okay?

"You wouldn’t be that cruel, would you?" Ye Ranran shook Jun Mochan’s hand.