"Yes, it's going to be a holiday tomorrow. Everyone is planning to go out and have fun. Do you have any plans?"

“Uh…no.”

She shook her head honestly, but saw Yao Xuefei looking like she said, "You don't care" and said:

"Actually it's okay. You didn't plan it. My nephew had already arranged the plan half a month ago. Just wait for him to take you out for fun."

Han Zhiqing was stunned again by Yao Xuefei's joke. Then, her smile slowly rose to the corner of her mouth and spread out from the bottom of her eyes.

Even, for the first time, she began to look forward to a long holiday like everyone else.

His eyes quietly turned toward Mo Junhao's office, and he was stunned with a smile. Even Yao Xuefei didn't know when she left.

At night, as usual, Mo Junhao would take her to the supermarket to buy some fresh vegetables she likes to eat and make them for her to eat.

Even if he just followed her to walk around the supermarket, he would feel extremely satisfied.

"Oh, stop making trouble, go take a shower, I'll wash the dishes."

After dinner, Han Zhiqing was cleaning up the dishes. Someone who didn't plan to stay calm for too long every day began to move around her.

Han Zhiqing avoided the kiss he came up with, reached out and pushed him, and said, "You have a lot of smoke smell on you, go take a shower."

"Okay, can I wash it clean?..."

Her hand was slapped at her chest badly, but Han Zhiqing slapped her openly, "When can you be more serious?"

"There is no way to be serious in front of you."

He lazily wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his chin between her shoulders, too lazy to move.

Han Zhiqing was unable to do anything by him, so she stopped cleaning up the dishes and moved his hand away from her waist, then turned around and smiled at him, saying:

"Then you don't have to come here in the future, so you can keep being serious."

"That won't work."

Mo Junhao refused, and Han Zhiqing pushed him to the bathroom, "Then go and take a shower, it's so stinking."

"All right."

She left her a resentful look, and then Han Zhiqing pushed into the bathroom and closed the door. After sending the childish eldest child, Han Zhiqing returned to the kitchen, cleaned up the dishes on the table, walked to the living room, and turned on the TV.

On TV, a news that made Han Zhiqing curl her lips was being broadcasted at this time—

"The stock price of Hanshi Group suddenly fell sharply today, and compared with previous periods, it fell by 20% year-on-year. This is the new low that Hanshi Group's stock price has always hit. According to current experts, Hanshi's stock price will continue to fall..."

Han Zhiqing watched the news on TV, and a cold feeling slid across her eyes, and her thin lips gradually curled upwards.

Mo Junhao had already come out of the bathroom at this time, looked at the smile that caught the corner of her mouth, glanced at the TV, and then walked towards her.

Sitting next to her, she put her long arms over Han Zhiqing's shoulders, and asked with a smile: "What are you laughing at?"

Seeing Han Zhiqing withdraw her gaze from the TV, then looked at him sideways, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

He pointed to the news reported on TV and asked, "Your masterpiece?"

Mo Junhao's eyes swept lazily to the TV as she said, without denying it, nor admitting it.

He just tilted his body suddenly towards her, pressed her down on the sofa, gently leaned over, and kissed her slightly raised lips.

The voice was low, and he was only wrapped in a bath towel, and his body was full of strong chest, and his whole body exuded a bit of charm and sex:

"You know me, the punishment for those who play the game on my head is not just about reducing it by 20%.

Her slightly moved lips rubbed against Han Zhiqing's smiling thin lips, and her eyes were filled with smiles.

Han Zhiqing chuckled because of his answer. Her beautiful glasses blinked gently, and her hands hooked her neck. The voice was filled with some playfulness and coldness:

"Of course, this 20% is just the beginning."
Chapter completed!