Even though her face was not too obvious, only she knew in her heart that she had to expect Mo Junhao to appear.

Even though, she never imagined that Mo Junhao would appear at her doorstep early in the morning.

"Yeah, something is wrong."

Mo Junhao nodded, put the thermos in his hand on the dining table, and turned to her with a smile and said, "Come here and let you have breakfast with me."

His seemingly joking words once again touched Han Zhiqing's calm heart.

He stared blankly at Mo Junhao, taking out the bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard and putting them on the table, and then poured out the thick porridge cooked in the thermos pot.

After everything was ready, he looked up and saw her standing foolishly watching him stare at him in a daze. He chuckled and raised his feet and walked towards her.

"I guess you're going out before you have breakfast."

There was still a natural doting in her unhappy tone. She glanced at the briefcase in her hand and said.

Here, he had already pulled Han Zhiqing's hand up and walked towards the dining table, "I made it lighter, let's try it out if it tastes delicious."

He said it was unintentional, but Han Zhiqing heard it intentionally, and her calm eyes moved slightly at this time.

She felt a little shaken in her heart and moved her eyes. She obediently picked up the spoon handed over by Mo Junhao, scooped a spoonful and handed it to her mouth.

I pursed my lips and tasted it. The seemingly light porridge contained some indescribable umami flavor.

It is not like the freshness that comes out of MSG, it is a little refreshing in lightness.

I have to say that this kind of porridge tastes really good.

After taking a bite, she looked up at Mo Junhao and asked in a low voice: "Is this what you did?"

Although it was not the first time she ate what he cooked, she ate all of them unexpectedly and extremely enjoyable, like the pot of porridge and the table of dishes she had in her last time.

However, this time, the breakfast he personally delivered filled the coldness that had never been warm in her heart for a long time.

The movement in her eyes was well concealed by her, but the throbbing emotions still stirred up several layers of ripples in her heart.

"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"

Mo Junhao felt a little nervous when he heard her question.

For the first time, he looked nervous about a woman eating what he made.

In other words, the first time his eldest son of the Mo family cooked for a woman, and this woman was the only one, Han Zhiqing.

"No...no."

Han Zhiqing's eyes felt a little sore, she lowered her head like dodge, scooped a bite of porridge for herself and sent it to her mouth again, trying to hide the... faint touch in her heart.

“It’s delicious.”

She added again, her head drooped very low, her voice sounded dull, and her hands did not stop eating.

But Mo Junhao was excited because of her simple praise, and all the joy was reflected on his face.

However, the next second, he saw something wrong with Han Zhiqing.

Seeing her head buried low, recalling the dullness in the voice just now, his heart suddenly became nervous.

He immediately got up and walked to Han Zhiqing, leaned down nervously, and said with a worried look: "What's wrong? Zhiqing, is your stomach hurting again?"

He put nervously on her shoulder, turned over her body, and leaned down to look at her buried head.

"No...no."

Hearing the tension in Mo Junhao's tone, Han Zhiqing immediately restrained the emotion in her eyes and shook her head repeatedly at Mo Junhao.

"I'm fine."

She rarely smiled at Mo Junhao, as if comforting him, and actually explained:

"It's just that I rarely eat something so delicious."

She had a rare explanation and a rare smile at him. Mo Junhao obviously felt like he was in a dream.

This cold woman really smiled at him?

The smile just now seemed to be comforting him...

She knew...he was nervous about her?

Thinking of this, he was so happy that he looked at Han Zhiqing again, and his expression became at a loss.

"What are you doing while standing there? Go and eat quickly. I'm going to rush to work after I finish eating."

Seeing Mo Junhao standing in front of her again and staring at her foolishly, Han Zhiqing seemed a little uncomfortable.

She took the initiative to reach out and pull Ramo Junhao's sleeve, pulling someone back from her excitement.

"Oh, OK."

He still smiled foolishly in a good mood, picked up the porridge in front of him and started eating.

Every time this woman takes the initiative to him, or occasionally one or two intimate small actions that make him happy for a long time.

When Mo Junhao met her, Han Zhiqing, it was considered to be in her hands, but he admitted it.

The two of them sat at the dining table and, with their own mood, ate all the pot of porridge.

It is very rare that the two of them solved the bowl of porridge in such a peaceful manner, and they had no idea what was left.

"It's almost time, I'm leaving."

Putting down the spoon, Han Zhiqing stood up from the dining table, and she didn't think about how amazing her actions were. She picked up the tissue on the dining table and handed it to Mo Junhao.

Then, he also picked up a few tissues and wiped his mouth, said this to him, then picked up his briefcase and walked quickly towards the door.

Behind her, Mo Junhao once again stood there with a silly smile at her actions.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the tissue Han Zhiqing handed him to wipe his mouth, and the smile in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Han Zhiqing, you really make me love more and more..."

He stood in the restaurant, laughing more and more happily. Then, he picked up a tissue, wiped his mouth, glanced at the car keys on the dining table, picked them up and played with them for a few times, then threw them into the drain of the dishwasher.

Then, seeing him walking out of the restaurant in a good mood, the moment Han Zhiqing started the car and was about to leave, he quickly opened the driver's seat door and sat in a good mood.

Han Zhiqing was about to drive and was stunned by his appearance. She looked at him sideways and asked blankly:

"There's something else?"

"fine."

Mo Junhao replied with a faint smile, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, turning his gaze, facing Han Zhiqing's confused eyes, and his blue eyes, which were obviously extremely cunning, flashed with a bit of clarity and innocence at this time.

"When I was cleaning up the dishes just now, I dropped the car keys into the drain, so I had to ask Director Han to carry me for a while."

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his azure blue eyes were extremely clear.

Han Zhiqing was stunned by his words and asked subconsciously: "What are you doing when you pack your dishes and pick up your car keys?"

The problem of hitting the key points made Mo Junhao feel unnatural guilt in his originally clear and innocent blue eyes.

Covering his mouth, coughed twice with guilt, and replied:

"I was going to go out with the car keys, but when I saw that the dishes were not cleaned up, I planned to clean up the dishes first, so..."

Instead of continuing, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly at her.

He didn't plan to find too many excuses that were too perfect.

Now this answer is just to block this guy's question.

No matter what she asked, his key was indeed in the ditch now, and this...is a fact.

As for how it fell in, it doesn't matter at all.

Mo Junhao thought badly in his heart, and Han Zhiqing never liked to ask questions about these issues. Since Mo Junhao said that, she would just listen to it and forget about it.

Her eyes were withdrawn from Mo Junhao's strange smile, and she started the car again, followed by the black crv slowly out of the villa and headed towards the DKS building.
Chapter completed!