Only when he was unintentional could he see her truest side.

He walked around her with a faint smile and walked to the stove. He looked at the panic with some scorched eggs. He looked at Han Zhiqing who was following him in a panic and asked:

"Are you making breakfast?"

Seeing Han Zhiqing staring at him for a moment, biting her lower lip, hesitating and staring at him silent for a moment, then nodding in a little respectful way.

"Well, but... I don't know why, it's easy to get burned."

She stopped hiding and pointed to the uneasy fried eggs she had dumped into the trash can, and said honestly.

Looking at her cute and confused look, Mo Junhao couldn't help laughing out loud again, and his long arms wrapped around Han Zhiqing's body, and his laughter became louder and louder in her blank eyes.

Han Zhiqing looked at his crazy laughing look without revealing her face, and the confusion in her eyes became even more serious.

He was laughing at her not know how to cook?

She was calculating unhappily in her heart, frowned and said in a deep voice:

“Is this funny?”

In fact, she also admitted that her cooking skills were not very good, or that she could only describe it as a word "bad".

However, seeing Mo Junhao laughing at her like this, I still minded it.

She may not care about anyone's opinion of her, but she cares about Mo Junhao's eyes very much.

That time, she said to his mother so confidently, please believe your son's eyes, but now she was stumped by a simple breakfast.

Listening to her question, Mo Junhao smiled happily and bent down and kissed her lips, and said:

"I'm laughing, and finally something can stump our smart and beautiful Director Han."

He jokingly looked at Han Zhiqing with his eyebrows down, and then he noticed the feeling of decay that flashed through her eyes, and his smile immediately calmed down.

He reached out and held her cheek seriously, his blue eyes tightly locked her lower eyes, and said softly:

"Silly girl, what does it matter if I can't cook? I'll just make it for you to eat."

Han Zhiqing raised her eyes because of his words, frowned a little solemnly, and asked:

"What if I can't learn it in my whole life?"

"I can't learn it in my life, so I'll make it for you all my life."

He smiled and hugged her shoulders, with a hint of happiness in his eyes:

"As long as one of us can cook, if you learn, what opportunities do I have to show?"

His words made Han Zhiqing burst out laughing, and the depression in her eyes quietly passed away at this time.

Then, he nodded to Mo Junhao in a pretentious manner, "That's right, I can't deprive you of your right to show it."

She smiled and hooked Mo Junhao's neck, tiptoed, and pecked quickly on his slightly raised lips, saying:

"Then... Master Mo, I'm so hungry that I'm starting to scream. It's your turn to show it."

"Yes, Director Han, please wait."

Mo Junhao cooperated with Han Zhiqing, nodded to him, smiled and pulled over the chair next to the dining table, leaned forward and made an invitation gesture, and said:

"Please sit."

"Um."

He sat down on the chair that Mo Junhao pulled over with a smile. Seeing Mo Junhao turn around, pick up the oil from the cabinet, and pour it into the pot.

When the oil was halfway through, the eggs were beaten in. Finally, there was a clear look in Han Zhiqing's eyes.

"It turns out that we have to put oil first."

She looked at the pan and unknowingly said to herself.

Mo Junhao heard the clear voice of self-talking from behind, and the smile in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

After everything was done, he put the prepared eggs in front of Han Zhiqing and said with a smile:

"Director Han, please review it."

Han Zhiqing smiled and took the knife and fork he handed over, took a bite in a pretentious manner, nodded, "Give you 99 points."

"99 points?"

Mo Junhao sat down in front of her in a pretentious manner, "Where is the remaining point deducted?"

Seeing Han Zhiqing raise her eyebrows slightly at this time, she raised her eyes at him and said:

"The remaining points leave you with room for improvement. If you have full marks, what else can you make progress?"

Her answer once again made Mo Junhao laugh.

He reached out and hooked the tip of her nose with a docile, "You make sense."

As he said that, he suddenly approached her a few points and said, "Then you will give me 99 points from now on. In this way, I will have room for improvement in front of Director Han every day."

"good."

Han Zhiqing had a smile on her eyes. She took a bite of the breakfast Mo Junhao made for her with her own hands, and her eyes were filled with smiles from beginning to end.

I felt Mo Junhao approaching her a little bit, put his long arms on her shoulders, and his slender fingertips were restlessly drawing small circles on her body, his eyes ambiguously casting on a part in front of her chest, and his eyes darkened a little bit—

"Zhiqing..."

"Um?"

Ignoring the silence in his voice, his shoulders quietly avoided his restless hands and leisurely ate the fried egg in front of him.

Mo Junhao's hand once again reached into her waist restlessly, deliberately tightened his strength, and said ambiguously:

"I held you last night and did nothing. Should you...reward me something?"

His eyes deepened again, and the hand placed on her waist began to stretch out to the base of her thighs unrestrainedly, but was slapped open by Han Zhiqing's hand that was stretched over.

He looked at his blue eyes that were pretending to be resentful, glanced at him angrily, and said, "Didn't I plan to make breakfast for you?"

“Isn’t it successful?”

He looked at her with his resentful blue eyes, and his hand, which had just been slapped away by Han Zhiqing, became restless again.

"I'm giving you a chance to show off."

She slapped Mo Junhao's hand again with a calm expression, handed another egg in front of him, and said:

"Eat quickly and go to work."

"I don't want to go..."

He lay lazily in front of Han Zhiqing like a student who skipped class, with his eyes still extremely resentful.

Han Zhiqing completely ignored his appearance. After drinking the remaining fried eggs and milk, she picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth and said:

"You are the boss and don't go. I work for you. I don't want to deduct my salary. I'll leave first."

After saying that, he stood up from the dining table and walked towards the hall.

Mo Junhao stood up badly behind her and followed her.

He pulled her back from behind and smiled evilly, "I allow you not to go. You can accompany me for a day, so I will pay you twice the salary?"

"not good."

Han Zhiqing took away the hand wrapped around her waist and refused expressionlessly:

"I don't plan to change careers to be a third-companion."

After saying that, he patted Mo Junhao on the shoulder and continued:

"If you really don't plan to go to work, please help me wash the dishes, thank you."

After falling down these words, she lowered the smile in her eyes, turned around and opened the door and walked out.

When she was about to get on the car, Mo Junhao had already followed her, held her hand, and smiled slightly:

"I'll accompany you to work."

After saying this, he pulled her to his car, opened the door for her, and let her sit in.

Han Zhiqing did not refuse, but shook her head and pulled the corners of her mouth slightly, then cooperated to sit in the secondary seat.

Mo Junhao had also sat in the driver's seat and started the car, with a smile in his eyes that Han Zhiqing couldn't explain.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be in a good mood. Since he was with him, although the two have never clearly determined the relationship, they both tacitly agreed to such a relationship.

Since then, she often saw Mo Junhao smirking from time to time. His cynical appearance was completely different from his cold attitude of not showing his emotions in front of others.

She didn't know how many people he had expressed his expression, but at least, his attitude towards her could prove her uniqueness, right?

She dared not say that she was unique to him. She might have treated him differently, and she felt enough in her heart.

However, she never knew, or she never dared to think, that she was his uniqueness.

Mr. Mo, who never easily expresses his emotions in front of this person, can only express all his emotions thoroughly in front of her.

When she and Mo Junhao entered the DKS building together, the surprised eyes that were before had become natural now.
To be continued...