Daddy, Here Is Mommy

Jiang Zhaowu stood beside Ding Mo.    

He hadn't been here for quite some time.    

Originally, he thought Lu Yiyao would let him in and see if there were any changes.    

Unexpectedly, Lu Yiyao stopped them at the door.    

"Third Young Master, it wasn't easy for you to make the call, so you didn't plan to …"    

"Let's go back."    

Lu Yiyao took the paper bag from his hand, looked at him coldly and said.    

"Ugh …"    

Jiang Zhaowu was stunned for a moment. He glanced at Ding Mo beside him and said with his brows knitted.    

"Sigh, Assistant Ding, I'm afraid you'll lose your favor too in the future …"    

Ding Mo looked at him and said in a light tone.    

"Don't spout nonsense. I have never been spoiled before. How can I be spoiled?"    

After pausing for a moment, he seemed to have suddenly realized something.    

"Why do your words sound so weird?"    

As soon as they finished speaking, they heard the sound of someone slamming the door.    

Ding Mo and Jiang Zhaowu looked at each other.    

"Assistant Ding, is Third Young Master angry?"    

"Zhaowu, I'm not talking to you. You know it's inconvenient for the president, but you still have to go in and take a look. How can he not be angry? "    

"Didn't I just want to care about him?"    

Jiang Zhaowu pursed his lips and said with a smile.    

"Come on, you still care about yourself, don't you?"    

Ding Mo frowned, then turned around and walked towards the elevator.    

"What's wrong with me? I'm fine. "    

Jiang Zhaowu followed him.    

The two of them walked into the elevator. Ding Mo tilted his head and glanced at him before continuing the conversation.    

"How are you and my sister?"    

"Just like that."    

Jiang Zhaowu touched the back of his head and said helplessly.    

"Just like that?"    

Ding Mo stared at him and refused to let him go.    

"Sigh …"    

Jiang Zhaowu sighed and shrugged.    

"Xiao Pei is your little sister. It's not like you don't understand her." I'm afraid I won't be able to enter her heart for the rest of my life. "    

"He's discouraged just like that?"    

Ding Mo raised his eyebrows and squinted his eyes.    

The light from the four corners of the elevator hit his face, making him look even more handsome.    

"I'm not discouraged, I just feel that …" "Ugh, forget it …"    

A sliver of disappointment flashed across Jiang Zhaowu's eyes. He put his hands into his pockets and said as if resigned to his fate.    

"Xiao Pei and I are like clouds and mud. She should find a more compatible man …"    

"You …"    

When Ding Mo heard this, he frowned and his expression darkened.    

"Is Xiao Pei that kind of person? "You …"    

Jiang Zhaowu lowered his head and avoided the topic.    

"It looks like you haven't eaten yet either. "Let's go. I'll cook two dishes for you. Let's have a drink."    

Ding Mo thought that Lu Yiyao was accompanying Lin Ange tonight and probably didn't have any business with him. Thus, he nodded and agreed.    

The two of them drove to Ding Mo's apartment.    

"..."    

Lu Yiyao carried the food that Jiang Zhaowu brought into the room and saw that Lin Ange had not come out of the bathroom yet. He quickly placed the paper bag on the table and turned around to call for her.    

Lin Ange walked out of the bathroom in her pajamas with her hair tied up. Her charming face was covered with a watery sheen.    

"An An, do you want to blow-dry your hair first?"    

Although the temperature in the apartment was set to 28 degrees, Lu Yiyao was worried that she would catch a cold.    

"No need."    

Lin Ange glanced at him and lightly shook her head.    

Although she had just said that she wouldn't eat, she still felt a surge of hunger in her stomach. Her stomach was very delicate, and even the slightest bit of hunger would not suffice.    

"Come …"    

Lu Yiyao held her hand and slowly walked towards the restaurant. The straps of the bathrobe were loose, and the flesh and bones of the collar were exposed. When he spoke, his Adam's apple rolled. It was very sexy.    

Lin Ange hurriedly looked away.    

Lu Yiyao personally pulled out the chair for her and held her slim shoulder for her to sit on. Then he walked around the table and sat down opposite.    

Jiang Zhaowu's cooking skills were pretty good.    

This supper was not only light, but also refreshing. It didn't look greasy at all. It was like it was nourishing the stomach.    

Lin Ange had a good appetite. Not only did she drink a bowl of porridge, she also ate quite a lot of dishes.    

Lu Yiyao said faintly when he saw her reaction.    

"Looks like I really wasn't full just now?"    

"Hmm?"    

Lin Ange's mouthful of food was almost stuck in her throat as a layer of anger covered her face. Then, he reached out his hand to caress his chest.    

This man was getting more and more 'improper'.    

It was unknown if Lu Yiyao was alright or if he didn't want her to worry about pretending. In short, he appeared very relaxed in front of her.    

She wanted to ask, but dared not.    

He quietly put down the food in his mouth and stopped his chopsticks. He took the tissue and gently wiped his mouth.    

"An An, are you full yet?"    

Lu Yiyao looked at him lovingly and asked gently.    

"…"    

Lin Ange thought that no matter what her answer was, she would fall into his trap. Thus, she just pursed her lips and ignored him.    

Lu Yiyao also put down his chopsticks.    

The two of them were indeed a little hungry, and there wasn't much food left on the table.    

It seemed that Jiang Zhaowu had underestimated the two's appetite.    

Lin Ange rolled up the sleeves of her pajamas, ready to clean up the mess on the table. Lu Yiyao raised his hand to stop her.    

"An An, go sit on the sofa for a while." "Let me …"    

Lin Ange didn't argue with him. She pursed her lips and walked into the living room with light footsteps.    

It wasn't good to sit down right after eating. She then walked to the French window and looked at the bright lights in the distance.    

On the walls of the tall building not far away, there was still the promotional video of 'Yunjing No.1' rolling around.    

[Sitting within the Millennium Ancient City, sharing a lifetime of prosperity.]    

The advertising messages were all so magnanimous.    

Lin Ange looked at the unceasingly rolling promotional scenes as her beautiful brows tightly knitted together. The undeciphered 'letter' appeared in her mind once again.    

King?    

Who was this person?    

Between the lines, there was a faint sense of alienation, and there was also a sense of indistinct power.    

He (she) must be very familiar with Gu Anhe, moreover, his position is higher than Gu Anhe.    

The language they use is the international language.    

Thus, he couldn't determine which country this King came from.    

While she was still frowning with worry, Lu Yiyao had finished cleaning up and was walking over.    

"An An, let's go and blow on your hair …"    

"Hmm? "What?"    

Lin Ange was still thinking about the letter and couldn't make out what he had said.    

"Go blow your hair, good girl."    

Lu Yiyao saw the worry faintly emerging between her eyebrows and he gently caressed the skin with his fingers.    

"What are you thinking about?"    

"I'm thinking …"    

Lin Ange paused for a moment, choking back the words that were already on the tip of her tongue. She grabbed his hand and hurried forward.    

"Lu Yiyao, let's go to the study room."     2

"To the study?"    

Lu Yiyao smiled, wanting to tease her a bit. After some thought, he decided to forget about it.    

His big hand let her hold it, his fingers clasped. Heart Lake like a light feather glide, warm, crisp.