The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me -
Chapter 875 - 872: Where did you think of going?
Chapter 875: Chapter 872: Where did you think of going?
His gaze was too intense, intense enough to make Ye Ranran struggle to ignore it.
"What are you looking at?" She slightly dodged his eyes.
Song Ze was there, yet he didn’t seem to know to avoid suspicion, and the marks on her body hadn’t even faded yet, this lecher.
"Naturally, I’m looking at my wife," Jun Mochan’s gaze became even more focused.
Ye Ranran’s cheeks flushed even redder, as if they had been dyed with the glow of dawn, red as if bleeding.
Unable to stand it anymore, Ye Ranran closed the door to the kitchen, and soon, delightful laughter could be heard from the living room.
Ye Ranran rolled her eyes but felt as if she had eaten honey inside.
After finishing the cake, Ye Ranran carefully tried a bite, and apart from being too sweet, it had no other flaws.
As for what it looked like? What was that? Ye Ranran didn’t know.
So, as long as it was edible and not poisonous, that was good enough.
"Eat up." Ye Ranran put a bowl of unidentifiable, yellowish-white stuff in front of Song Ze.
Song Ze looked at the contents of the bowl and was displeased: "I want to eat cake, not this."
A trace of embarrassment appeared on Ye Ranran’s face: "Well, your sister’s hands are kind of clumsy, and this is the best I could do. But I assure you, it’s definitely not poisoned. I just tried it myself. Do you want to give it a taste?"
After a moment’s thought, she added, "Never mind, if you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it. I’ll order one for you."
"It’s made by sister?" Song Ze stared at the cake in the bowl as if he wanted to bore a hole in it.
Ye Ranran nodded: "Eat it? If not, I’ll throw it away."
"Eat," Song Ze declared with an expression of heroic sacrifice.
Ye Ranran couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time, rubbing his head: "I really can’t tell if you’re actually dumb or just pretending."
Calling him dumb, but sometimes he’s overly sensible.
But saying he isn’t dumb, there are times when he doesn’t understand anything, like an oblivious child.
"Not dumb, not dumb," Song Ze said, shaking his head while eating.
Ye Ranran smiled.
Jun Mochan, observing the smile on her face, narrowed his eyes and planned to take Song Ze to the hospital as soon as they got back.
No matter if he was truly dumb or just pretending, he had to make him become normal.
After Song Ze finished the cake, Ye Ranran let him go to rest.
"Is everything alright now?" Jun Mochan wrapped his arms around her waist.
The neckline of his long T-shirt was quite loose, and from his angle, the view beneath was totally exposed.
His gaze suddenly deepened, and Ye Ranran sensed danger, instinctively wanting to escape, but she was no match for Jun Mochan’s actions.
He lifted her up in one motion.
"I still have things to do later," she said, giving him a light punch to express her discontent.
Jun Mochan laid Ye Ranran on the bed, his body drawing near, but he remained motionless for a long time.
Before Ye Ranran could speak, Jun Mochan patted her head and said with a smile, "I just wanted to hold my wife, where did your mind wander off to?"
Ye Ranran: "..." This man, teasing her again.
"Let’s talk about anything after a bath, you’ve also been tired all day."
Though he was in the mood, he had been too excessive these past days and needed to restrain himself a bit.
Ye Ranran soaked herself in the warm water, sweeping away the fatigue of the day, closing her eyes briefly to reflect.
When she finished soaking and came out, Jun Mochan was on the balcony on a call. She also needed to make a call and searched for her phone, only to see Jun Mochan’s.
Her eyes couldn’t help but glance at Jun Mochan’s hand.
Sure enough, he was holding her phone.
"Mom called, saying that Xia Qing’s position has been removed, and the Xia Family hasn’t showed up yet, but it will happen in the next couple of days."
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