Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

He felt a surge of heat rising from his lower abdomen...

He Wanqing saw the light in his eyes and knew what he was thinking, so she glared at him fiercely.

Mo Ye felt a tickle in his heart after being glared at by her.

That look in her eyes, no matter how you look at it, seems to be seducing me, both fierce and alluring.

But he held back; he didn't want He Wanqing to think of him as just a teddy bear who only knew how to go into heat.

He started taking off his clothes right in front of He Wanqing.

He Wanqing exclaimed "Ah!" and raised her hand as if to block, but she didn't manage to block at all; her eyes peeked out from between her fingers. "What are you doing!"

Mo Ye tossed the T-shirt aside and said matter-of-factly, "What else can I do with changing clothes?"

He Wanqing pouted and muttered softly, "Pretentious. I'm still here."

Mo Ye glanced back at her: "You don't have to look."

He Wanqing thought to herself: Why not take advantage of this opportunity? So she put her hand down and watched him change his clothes with great interest.

Mo Ye took out the gray suit from the closet, put on the trousers first, and fastened the belt, his movements swift and decisive.

Then he picked up the shirt, which he hated most because it was all buttons, and buttoning them up one by one was such a pain.

Finally, I put on my tie and straightened my collar in front of the mirror.

He Wanqing watched with wide eyes.

She heard that men look particularly sexy when they wear only a suit jacket and no shirt, and she'd like to let Mo Ye try it sometime.

How come this person looks good in everything?

The gray suit made him look aloof and noble, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and an upright posture.

She quietly wiped the corner of her mouth.

He seduced me again, you scoundrel.

She had to admit that she was really attracted to his looks.

Mo Ye changed his clothes, walked over, and without saying a word, picked her up and carried her directly to the car.

He placed He Wanqing in the passenger seat and was about to fasten her seatbelt when Mo Ye leaned over and approached her.

His breath was warm on her face, carrying his pleasant scent.

He Wanqing thought to herself, "Here we go again." She closed her eyes.

Mo Ye cupped her face and kissed her.

It wasn't a fleeting, superficial kiss; it was a serious, warm kiss.

He pried open her pearly teeth, his tongue sweeping across her palate, carrying away the lingering sweetness of the dates in her mouth.

After a long while, he finally released her. He smacked his lips; it tasted sweet.

Then he pulled on the seatbelt, clicked it on for her, and started the car to drive to the company.

Once in the underground parking garage, Mo Ye parked the car, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door.

He squatted down with his back to her. He Wanqing looked around; it was empty, there wasn't a soul in sight.

She obediently climbed onto his back and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

Mo Ye supported her legs and stood up, bouncing slightly to adjust his position.

Her legs were very white and soft, encased in stockings, and felt incredibly good to the touch.

He took a few steps, then bounced uphill a bit.

He Wanqing couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing? Am I that heavy?"

Mo Ye shook his head: "Not heavy, you're very light."

He Wanqing was even more puzzled: "Then why are you bouncing around like that?"

Mo Ye laughed and said, "I want to take advantage of you."

He Wanqing choked, and after a long while, she managed to utter three words: "Pervert."

Mo Ye smiled: "Thank you for the compliment."

He Wanqing buried her face in his neck, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

But she couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

Mo Ye carried her on his back and slowly walked towards the elevator.

The underground parking garage was quiet, with only the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty space.

He Wanqing lay on his back, buried her face in his neck, and whispered, "Mo Ye."

"Um?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to call you."

Mo Ye smiled, lifted her up slightly, and held her steadily.

"Go ahead and shout, as many times as you want."

He Wanqing didn't say anything more, but simply pressed her face against his shoulder and closed her eyes.

He smelled faintly of laundry detergent, mixed with his own scent. It smelled very nice.

Mo Ye carried He Wanqing into her private elevator and pressed the button for the tenth floor.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and two people were reflected in the mirror. She was lying on his back, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder. Her hair was a little messy, and her dress was wrinkled, which formed a strange contrast with his meticulous gray suit.

Xiaoqian was organizing documents when she caught a glimpse of someone coming out of the elevator. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked up to greet them.

Then her mouth opened into an "O" shape.

The CEO was being carried on a man's back, his face flushed, completely unlike his usual cold and aloof demeanor.

This is the first time in all the years she's been with the company that the president has missed work for no apparent reason; today is the first time this has ever happened.

Is your leg injured?

But judging from the president's appearance, it doesn't seem like it.

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but she didn't dare ask a single question.

She's recently ruined a lot of the CEO's plans, and she doesn't want to lose her job.

The work environment is getting tougher and tougher these days, with salary cuts and layoffs everywhere. It's hard to find a job with such good pay and benefits.

Mo Ye carried He Wanqing into the office, placed her on a chair, and then pulled up another chair to sit down next to her.

The two chairs were very close together, like high school classmates sitting next to each other.

He Wanqing pushed a stack of folders in front of him and turned on her computer to start working.

Mo Ye glanced at the screen and asked, "Should I process the electronic version? That would be faster."

He Wanqing nodded. Then the office was filled with the rapid, heavy tapping of keyboards, as if it were raining. Mo Ye's hands flew across the keyboard, barely touching the mouse.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was just randomly banging on the door.

He Wanqing glanced at him enviously.

She's clumsy with her hands; while she's not particularly slow at typing, she's definitely not fast either.

She whispered, "Mo Ye, could you teach me how to use a computer?"

Mo Ye looked at her questioningly: "You should know how, right?"

He Wanqing's voice softened a bit, with a hint of coquettishness at the end: "Will you teach me or not?" Mo Ye's bones melted.

"Teach, you must teach." At this moment, He Wanqing asked him to kill someone, and he didn't even blink.

"Let's finish our work first before we teach," He Wanqing nodded in satisfaction. The two began to work diligently on the documents.

After finishing one of the papers, He Wanqing couldn't help but glance at Mo Ye.

He was very serious when he worked; his brows were slightly furrowed, his gaze was focused, and his fingers danced quickly and steadily across the keyboard.

She glanced at it for a few seconds before continuing to work on her own documents.

What she didn't know was that Mo Ye's seriousness was entirely due to his master, Ye Qin.

Ye Qin, a former soldier, is far more demanding than most people can imagine.

In the past, when Mo Ye didn't take coding seriously, Ye Qin would beat him with a stick—and it was a real beating, not a fake one.

The stick hit hard, but it didn't break any bones. It would heal in a day, but the pain was real.

Having been beaten like that, he would reflexively become serious when he sat in front of the computer.

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