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

The office quieted down, with only the sounds of keyboards and paper turning.

Two knocks came from the door.

He Wanqing didn't even look up; her cool voice carried on: "Please come in."

Xiaoqian pushed the door open with the documents in her hand. Ever since she caught her boss acting coquettishly in a man's arms, she hadn't dared to push the door open directly.

Looking at the two sitting side by side from behind, she secretly sighed: These two are such a perfect match, their looks are off the charts.

"President, these are the documents from this afternoon. The electronic version has been sent to your computer."

He Wanqing nodded: "You can just put it there."

Xiaoqian put down the documents, tiptoed out, and closed the door.

Mo Ye opened the electronic folder Xiaoqian had sent and glanced at it: "That's all?"

He Wanqing nodded.

He started working on it, asking questions whenever he encountered something he didn't understand.

He Wanqing put down the documents in her hand and leaned over to explain to him.

She discovered that Mo Ye was incredibly smart; he could remember anything after hearing it only once and even apply what he learned to other situations.

She finally understood why teachers all liked top students.

Aside from being lecherous, I haven't found any other bad qualities in Mo Ye so far.

However, I seem to quite like his lecherousness... because I feel quite comfortable with it.

As she thought about it, her face turned red.

Mo Ye glanced at the little woman beside him, her face flushed, and a smile played on his lips. What was she thinking about now?

The two of them worked until four o'clock and finally finished processing the backlog of documents.

Mo Ye stretched and said, "Being a CEO is really tough, the workload is huge."

He Wanqing smiled and said, "Everyone envies the CEO's high salary, but they have no idea how much workload and pressure he faces."

There's still an hour until Tongtong gets out of school at 5 p.m.

"I'll teach you how to use a computer," Mo Ye said. He Wanqing nodded.

Mo Ye picked her up from the chair next to him and placed her on his lap.

He Wanqing did not refuse, leaning against him with her back against his warm chest.

His chin rested on her shoulder, and his breath was right next to her ear.

"You type too slowly," he said. "I'll teach you a method to improve your speed."

He Wanqing's typing speed seemed like a chicken pecking at rice to him.

Mo Ye's teaching method was passed down from his master Ye Qin. Hackers value time the most, and speed is life.

He Wanqing practiced for a while and found that it really worked. Her fingers seemed less stiff and her speed was much faster than before.

"If you make a mistake, you'll have to do it again tonight," he whispered in her ear.

He Wanqing's hand trembled, and she pressed the wrong key. "Once," Mo Ye's voice was calm.

She mistyped again.

"twice."

My fingers are becoming increasingly unresponsive.

"Three times. Four times. Five times. Six times. Seven times."

He Wanqing made seven mistakes in a row.

Mo Ye leaned close to her ear, his voice laced with amusement: "Not bad, deliberately trying to get yourself an advantage?"

He Wanqing blushed crimson: "Only a fool would dream of such a perk!"

She clearly didn't agree, so how come she owes him seven times?

It's like being saddled with a high-interest loan without ever borrowing money, inexplicably accumulating a mountain of debt.

"I haven't agreed yet." She decided to protest.

Mo Ye's tone suddenly became aggrieved, as if she had been bullied:

"I'm doing this for your own good, so you can learn faster. It's all my fault, I shouldn't have made things difficult for you like this..."

He Wanqing was annoyed by his tone, which was even more teasing than a girl's, and turned around to rub his face.

"I admit I was wrong, okay?!"

Mo Ye continued, sounding aggrieved: "You admitted your mistake so reluctantly... Sigh... It really was my fault..."

He Wanqing wanted to kill him.

"So what do you want?"

Mo Ye said with a smile, "You owe me seven times."

He Wanqing blurted out, "Why don't you just say you owe me seven times?"

Mo Ye's eyes lit up: "Mhm, I owe you seven times."

He Wanqing was stunned, and for the first time doubted her own intelligence.

Has she lost her mind?

How come I'm in arrears seven times again?

This time I'm really in debt, fourteen times.

He lasts so long each time, one night isn't enough.

She opened her mouth to bite him.

Mo Ye lowered his head and kissed her precisely.

He Wanqing felt that her position had been breached again.

Why am I always the one who suffers the loss?

That scoundrel.

Unconvinced, she simply spread her legs, knelt on him, and began to kiss his face indiscriminately.

He always takes advantage of her, and she wants to take advantage of him in return.

Mo Ye's hands slowly explored her legs, and she didn't resist at all.

As the two were playing, Mo Ye glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen.

It's 4:50.

He Wanqing jumped down with a "whoosh," her legs went weak and she almost fell, but she managed to stand up by holding onto the table.

"Oh no, we're going to be late to pick up Tongtong! It's all your fault!"

She hurriedly tidied her hair and clothes, and when she looked down, she noticed that two buttons on her shirt had been undone.

She glared fiercely at Mo Ye.

Mo Ye stood up, straightened his suit, and said casually:

"Leave it to me." He took her hand and quickened his pace a little more than usual.

The car drove out of the underground parking garage and merged into the traffic.

Mo Ye increased the car speed slightly, but drove very steadily.

He Wanqing looked out the window at the street scene rushing past.

Tongtong, that little girl, is getting impatient.

At 5:00 sharp, the car came to a smooth stop in front of the kindergarten.

The children lined up and came out under the guidance of their teacher.

Mo Ye spotted Tongtong at a glance. She was standing at the very front of the line, her two little pigtails swinging back and forth, her little hands behind her back, looking like a little leader.

Tongtong saw them too, and her little face immediately lit up with a smile. She waved to Teacher Chong and ran over.

Mo Ye opened the car door, and the little dumpling buried its head in his arms.

"Mom and Dad~"

He Wanqing reached out and took her, then kissed her on the cheek.

Tongtong hugged her mother's neck and asked in her childish voice, "Mommy, aren't you going to work today?"

He Wanqing pinched her little nose: "I came to pick up Tongtong after I finished work."

Tongtong nodded: "Yay~ Can Mom and Dad always come to pick me up together like this from now on?"

Both of them fell silent after hearing what Xiao Tuanzi said. Children's wishes are pure and simple, but they couldn't promise her that.

Mo Ye patted her head: "If Mom and Dad are both free, please come pick up Tongtong together, okay?"

"good!"

The car was restarted and drove home.

Tongtong sat in the back seat of the children's chair, swinging her two short legs back and forth, and began to chatter about what happened at kindergarten today.

Mo Ye drove the car to the entrance of S University, slowed down, and turned in.

The sycamore trees on campus are full of leaves, and sunlight shines through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Tongtong leaned against the car window, watching the groups of college students outside, her eyes sparkling.

She recognized it as her father's school and turned to ask, "Dad, are we playing badminton today?"

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