The butler's words made Han Zhiqing pause the movements in her hand, raised her eyes and looked at Mo Junhao's handsome face with a slightly frown, and said, "You haven't eaten either?"

But seeing a trace of guilt flashing across Mo Junhao's face, he smiled at her unnaturally, and sat down beside her, "I'm not hungry."

"Young Master, you have not eaten all night with Miss Han, so why are you not hungry?"

The butler's rebuttal voice came again, which made Mo Junhao frown impatiently, "Don't be too troublesome! Why are you coming out if you don't go to bed so late?"

He was scolded by innocent again, and an innocent expression appeared on the old housekeeper's face again, "I saw the light suddenly turned on, thinking there was a thief..."

"If this kind of villa thief can come in, they can go to FBI to take office!"

Mo Junhao angrily interrupted the butler's innocent explanation. This childish look of calculating made Han Zhiqing unable to help but twitch the corners of her mouth a few times.

His eyes touched the butler's innocent and pitiful expression. Han Zhiqing finally couldn't bear to see it anymore. She put down the spoon in her hand and spoke to the butler:

"Butler, go and rest, the young master has me."

What if the young master has me? What if the young master has me?...

When Mo Junhao heard this, his mind began to repeat the sentence foolishly again, with a sweet look in his eyes.

But when the butler heard Han Zhiqing say this, he still left unconsciously. He was about to speak, but he received Mo Junhao's warning eyes.

It seems to be telling him that if you don’t know the truth, you will leave the kitchen and let you pack up your bags and leave the Mo family tomorrow.

The warning signs from the deep blue eyes made the butler shook suddenly for several times, then lowered his head and left in shame.

Looking at the butler's pitiful appearance and seeing someone's domineering and childish expression, Han Zhiqing hooked the corners of her lips a few times again, reached out to pull Lamo Junhao, and said:

"Are you really not hungry?"

"Hungry."

Mo Junhao looked at her and suddenly nodded seriously at her. His originally domineering gaze suddenly turned hot and stopped on her, and then he said with a grievance:

"But, I can't eat anything I want."

Her hand restlessly looked at Han Zhiqing's chest, but she patted her back.

"If you are so picky about food, then be hungry."

After saying that, he just picked up the spoon and ate the bowl of porridge that Mo Junhao made for her in his own hands.

Seeing that Mo Junhao didn't say anything, he just watched her eat, and his eyes were filled with a satisfied smile.

Finally, Han Zhiqing couldn't help it anymore and pushed the remaining half of the bowl of porridge in front of him, and calmed down her face as if she was displeased:

"I won't eat it."

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

Looking at the rice porridge left, Mo Junhao's originally smiling face immediately became nervous, "How can you eat so little? Be good, eat a little more."

He took the remaining half bowl, scooped a small spoon, handed it to Han Zhiqing's mouth, and said, "Take a few more bites, okay, I'll feed you."

But seeing Han Zhiqing avoid the spoon he handed over, then looked at him and said:

"I don't have much appetite for eating alone."

Her words naturally made Mo Junhao hear something. His expression was slightly stunned for a moment, and he showed a doting smile to her:

"Then I'll eat with you."

"Um."

After receiving his answer, Han Zhiqing nodded with satisfaction, with a faint smile on her face.

She didn't need to persuade him to go to dinner like a housekeeper. As long as she was a little human and put on a little unhappy expression, he would submit.

Han Zhiqing smiled proudly and happily in her heart. Only in this way can she hide the most real pain in her heart.

Mo Junhao had no choice but to deal with Han Zhiqing, so he finally took some vegetables from the refrigerator and cooked a bowl of noodles for himself.

Although he had no ingredients, he just put a few vegetables down, but Han Zhiqing saw that he was eating very deliciously. It was obvious that he had been hungry for a long time.

If others knew that the young master of the Mo family, who was used to eating delicacies and food, was so happy to eat with so much interest, he would probably lose his eyes.

Han Zhiqing smiled and looked at Mo Junhao eating noodles, while looking at her cute and childish appearance with smiles from time to time, with several ripples in her eyes.

After Mo Junhao completely wiped out all the noodles, Han Zhiqing's rice porridge was almost done.

But when Mo Junhao put the bowl into the dishwasher, then walked back to her, looked at her with satisfaction, leaned down, and directly picked her up from the dining chair.

"Ah! What are you doing?!!"

Han Zhiqing exclaimed because of his sudden movement, and her hand reflexively hooked Mo Junhao's neck and her pupils widened.

Seeing Mo Junhao bent his thin lips, an ambiguous smile appeared in his eyes: "Go back to the room to show you the best place I look at."

"Hate!"

She pushed his chest shyly, successfully attracting Mo Junhao's clear laughter.

"Oh, whisper, don't wake up others."

"Okay, then let's go back to your room soon."

"Improper!"

“…”

When I returned to the room, I was joking, and when Mo Junhao held her, he was still very careful in every step.

He gently put her on the bed, kissed her forehead, and said:

"Do you still want to sleep?"

"I just had enough food, but I still couldn't sleep."

She shook her head at Mo Junhao, but her pregnant waist was still stiff and she couldn't help but want to lie down.

Seeing her lying down on the bed, she patted the seat next to her and said to Mo Junhao:

"Can you chat with me for a while?"

"Of course."

Mo Junhao lay down beside her with a smile, hugged her tightly from behind her long arms, letting her body approach her arms, and whispered in her ear:

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Talk about your childhood?"

"Why would you talk about your childhood?"

Mo Junhao suddenly suggested this, but he clearly felt his body in his arms suddenly stiffen.

Then, she heard her speak in an extremely relaxed tone:

"It was very simple when I was a child. When I was four, my parents divorced and went to London with my grandmother at the age of five. Until I returned to China three years ago, I worked as the director of the investment department of DKS Group, and then I met you."

She summed up her first twenty years of life in a few very concise sentences, and seemed to have no intention of explaining it in detail.

Moreover, as if he was afraid that Mo Junhao would ask questions, he immediately changed the subject, turned around from Mo Junhao's arms, faced him and asked with a smile:

"Tell me about your affairs. I'm more curious. Why can you, a senior master of the Mo family, cook so many delicious dishes?"

Mo Junhao could clearly feel Han Zhiqing avoiding his question. Although he was a little disappointed, he did not intend to ask.

Thinking of her painfully unwilling to explain during the day, he didn't dare to ask any further questions.

Hearing her ask him this question as if she was changing the topic, he followed her meaning and replied: "Because I calculated that in the near future, there will be a fool who doesn't even know how to add oil to the eggs, so I learned all her favorite dishes at that time."

When he heard Mo Junhao tease her about cooking breakfast in the holiday house again, Han Zhiqing pouted and pretended to be angry and hung his chest, and said angrily:

"I've said it, don't mention that matter!"

"Okay, okay, okay, don't mention it, don't mention it!"

Mo Junhao smiled happily and hugged Han Zhiqing's pretending to be angry, making her body tightly press into her arms.

Han Zhiqing's face was buried in his chest, and the familiar and steady heartbeat, the familiar fragrance that was exclusive to him, stimulated her eardrums and nose tips at this time.

Let her hide in his arms, her eyes red with emotion.

With both hands, she actively hugged Mo Junhao's waist, and her low voice came from his arms: "Hao, there is a problem, I have never understood."

“What’s the problem?”

"When we were at the Han family, wasn't it the first time we met?"

At that time, she could vaguely feel that Mo Junhao seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

When Mo Junhao heard her question, he let out a low sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Do you remember me?"

"Um?"

After hearing what he said, Han Zhiqing was even more sure that their first acquaintance was not in the Han family.

I heard Mo Junhao continue, "Three years ago, in London, when I drove past the Thames River, I saw you watching the Thames River quietly in a daze..."

"Then what?"

Seeing Mo Junhao stop, Han Zhiqing couldn't help but say curiously.
To be continued...