The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 894 - 891: Just Listen to Her

Chapter 894: Chapter 891: Just Listen to Her

Ye Ranran had become so confident, and Jun Mochan also played a part in this.

"I’m eighty percent sure, just waiting for the news now," Ye Ranran said, not speaking in absolutes, for after all, no one can predict the human heart completely.

"That’s already very good, so do you plan to head back now or?"

Ye Ranran slightly moved the microphone away: "Mom, shall I take you home first?"

"I’ll go back with you. It’s been a long time since I cooked for you, I’ll make something nice today."

Hearing that Ms. Huo intended to cook personally, Ye Ranran almost couldn’t hold onto her phone.

"There’s no need to go to all that trouble, you should rest," Ye Ranran weakly suggested.

"What? Afraid I’ll ask you for help?" Ms. Huo saw right through Ye Ranran’s reservations.

"Mom, I chose my wife myself, I don’t expect her to cook," Jun Mochan’s voice, increased in volume, came from the speaker.

Ms. Huo snatched the phone from Ye Ranran’s hand: "I didn’t even say anything, and you’re defending her already?"

"Mom, that’s not what I meant."

"Alright, as if I would devour her. I never demanded her to cook; just standing by is good enough," Ms. Huo said with a hint of acidity in her tone, Jun Mochan’s protective attitude toward Ye Ranran really made one envious.

"Then I misunderstood you, Mom. There’s a meeting I need to attend now, we’ll talk when I get back." Not giving Ms. Huo a chance to reply, Jun Mochan hung up the phone.

"My son only listens to you," Ms. Huo pressed the phone heavily back into Ye Ranran’s hand.

Ye Ranran smiled sheepishly: "Mom, that’s an exaggeration, he doesn’t always listen to me."

"But he loves you very much." It was evident to anyone with eyes.

Ye Ranran said nothing, just smiled, a radiant smile that spread from her face into her eyes.

Ms. Huo couldn’t bring herself to voice further complaints.

"Never mind, as long as you two are happy, that’s enough."

"Yes, we are very happy."

Through the rearview mirror, seeing the smile on Ye Ranran’s face, One’s facial expression also softened quite a bit.

Back at the Jun residence, Ms. Huo plunged into the kitchen.

Although she said Ye Ranran’s help wasn’t needed, and didn’t mind her just sitting and waiting to eat, Ye Ranran felt she needed to offer some assistance.

Otherwise, it just wouldn’t be right.

"There are no outsiders at home, so don’t bother with the formalities, otherwise Mo Han will blame me again," Ms. Huo shooed someone.

"I really want to help, and I can learn if I don’t know how, as long as you don’t mind," Ye Ranran’s face was full of shyness.

She didn’t like the kitchen; the oily smoke was too much for her skin to handle, so she hadn’t learned cooking skills.

She should have just endured and learned some basics earlier.

"Alright, then wash these vegetables," Ms. Huo handed Ye Ranran the vegetables in a basket.

As Ye Ranran reached out, Ms. Huo saw the large scar on her hand, suddenly thought of something, and took the basket back: "Never mind, you just go sit outside, don’t add to the chaos here."

Ye Ranran’s fingers slightly contracted, covering the hideous scar on her palm: "It’s healed."

"Go away, don’t bother me here," Ms. Huo pushed Ye Ranran out.

Seeing her insistence, Ye Ranran had to give up the idea of helping: "Well, if you need help, just call me. I’ll be in the living room."

"Fine, fine, fine."

Ye Ranran went upstairs and brought down her design notebook, just as she sat down, One appeared behind her like a ghost.

The cold air made Ye Ranran turn around, and seeing it was One, she patted her chest: "Can you make some noise when you walk? You could scare someone to death."