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After staying in Shen Mo's arms for a long time, Meng Ziyi's voice finally rang out again, carrying a languid quality of being half-asleep.

"Brother Mo, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? Me neither. Let's eat together."

Shen Mo looked down at her. "What do you want to eat?"

Meng Ziyi thought for a moment, then raised her head, her eyes sparkling, "Hot pot."

"But will hot pot restaurants be open on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year?"

"There are no hot pot restaurants that close down in Beijing!"

Meng Ziyi stood up and, the moment Shen Mo stood up, reached out and took his arm.

Shen Mo glanced down at her hand, said nothing, and didn't pull away, but simply led her out of the office.

He didn't want to be a spoilsport; at least in this company, he wasn't worried about what anyone would say.

The corridor was quiet, and the footsteps of the two people overlapped, one heavy and one light, like a simple duet.

When Olivia at the front desk saw them come out, her gaze lingered for a second on Meng Ziyi's hand linked with Shen Mo's arm, then quickly looked away, a professional smile on her face.

"Take care, Mr. Shen. Take care, Sister Meng."

"You've worked hard, get off work early."

"Okay, Mr. Shen, Happy New Year."

Once inside the car, Meng Ziyi rested her face on Shen Mo's shoulder, her arm still clasped around his.

Without Shen Mo's instructions, when Meng Ziyi said she wanted to eat hot pot, Wang Zheng immediately drove them to the hot pot restaurant that Shen Mo frequented.

Meng Ziyi ordered a table full of dishes: tripe, duck intestines, shrimp paste, beef aorta, beef, gizzard flowers...

The red soup was bubbling, and the spiciness made her eyes red, but she just couldn't stop, stuffing it into her mouth while sniffing.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Shen Mo pushed a plate of freshly cooked beef in front of her, the dipping sauce dish already piled high with it.

Meng Ziyi gave a mumbled reply, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's.

"Brother Mo, you eat, don't just watch me eat."

She finally swallowed what was in her mouth, picked up the plum juice next to her and took a big gulp, sticking out her tongue from the spiciness.

"So spicy! So spicy! So spicy!"

Shen Mo smiled and pushed the tissue box over.

"Eat less spicy food."

"no."

Meng Ziyi wiped her mouth, then picked up a piece of tripe and dipped it in the red soup.

"Besides, it's not easy for Brother Mo to take me out to eat alone for the first time, so it would be a waste not to eat more."

Shen Mo's lips twitched, he reached out and touched the top of her head, then slowly raised it again.

Seeing how happily she was eating, the smile on his lips never faded.

The heating in the hot pot restaurant was on full blast, and Meng Ziyi's face was flushed from the heat. Her wisps of hair were damp with sweat and stuck to her forehead.

She took off her down jacket and draped it over the back of the chair, wearing only a white sweater with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms, revealing a section of her fair wrist.

"Brother Mo, guess what I saw at Tian Xiwei's house today?"

She suddenly looked up, her eyes sparkling, with a gossipy expression on her face.

Shen Mo raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"A blue scarf."

Meng Ziyi bit the tip of her chopsticks, her gaze sweeping over Shen Mo's neck.

"It's exactly the same as the one you wore before."

Shen Mo didn't say anything, but picked up his teacup and took a sip.

When Meng Ziyi saw that he didn't respond, she chuckled and didn't press him for details, but the meaning behind that smile was all too clear.

"I want one too, I want the purple one."

Shen Mo pursed his lips, then nodded. "Okay!"

The two ate for a while longer, finishing most of the dishes on the table. Meng Ziyi finally put down her chopsticks, leaned back in her chair, patted her slightly bulging belly, and sighed contentedly.

"I can't eat anymore."

"Let's go then."

Meng Ziyi stood up, put on her down jacket, zipped it up, rewrapped her scarf, put on her mask, and then naturally reached out and took Shen Mo's arm again.

As they stepped out of the hot pot restaurant, a night breeze blew in their face, and Meng Ziyi shrank her neck, leaning closer to Shen Mo.

"cold."

"I told you to wear something warmer."

"I'm already wearing thick clothes, it's just too cold in Beijing."

Wang Zheng had already parked the car at the entrance. The two of them got into the back seat, closed the car door, and kept the cold air out.

Meng Ziyi leaned on Shen Mo's shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns on his sleeve.

"Brother Mo."

"Um."

"Would you like to come over to my place for a bit?"

Meng Ziyi looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, with a hint of guilt.

"My dog, Chocolate, can do backflips!"

Shen Mo looked into her eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved up.

"Alright, if you don't see the backflip, I'll punish you!"

Meng Ziyi's lips instantly curled into a wide grin, and she began nodding frantically before burying her face in his shoulder and nuzzling him.

"That's great!"

The car stopped in front of Meng Ziyi's villa in the capital. As soon as they got out of the car, Meng Ziyi took Shen Mo's arm and walked inside, her steps light and quick, like she was dancing.

Shen Mo couldn't help but laugh when he saw her nervous yet excited expression.

"It's not like this is my first time here, why are you so nervous?"

"It's different." Meng Ziyi pursed her lips, her lips curling up.

The moment the door opened, a rapid sound of paws slapping the floor came from inside. Immediately afterwards, a white Pomeranian rushed over like lightning, its short legs moving incredibly fast, its rear end wiggling back and forth, and its tail wagging like a little motor.

The moment the door opened, a rapid sound of paws slapping the floor came from inside. Immediately afterwards, a white Pomeranian rushed over like lightning, its short legs moving incredibly fast, its rear end wiggling back and forth, and its tail wagging like a little motor.

"Chocolate! I'm home!"

It rushed to Meng Ziyi's feet, put its front legs on her calves, tilted its head back, stuck out its tongue, its eyes were bright, and made a "woo-woo-woo" sound.

Meng Ziyi bent down, picked it up, and kissed it on the head.

"Chocolate, do you miss your mom?"

Chocolate barked and wagged its tail even more enthusiastically.

Meng Ziyi, holding the chocolate, turned around and looked at Shen Mo with a proud expression.

"Brother Mo, this is chocolate. Chocolate, this is Brother Mo."

Chocolate tilted its head, looked at Shen Mo, twitched its nose a few times, then poked its head out from Meng Ziyi's arms, moved closer to Shen Mo's hand, sniffed it, and then stuck out its tongue and licked his finger.

Shen Mo reached out and gently rubbed its head. Chocolate squinted its eyes, let out a comfortable "woof," and wagged its tail like a propeller.

"It seems to like you quite a bit."

Meng Ziyi's tone carried a hint of surprise, but also a hint of satisfaction. "It's not usually very friendly to strangers."

Shen Mo smiled. "Maybe it's because I smell like you."

Meng Ziyi blushed, smiled, put down the chocolate, changed her shoes, and walked into the living room. Shen Mo followed behind her, took off his coat, and hung it on the coat rack by the door.

Chocolate circled around Shen Mo's feet, glancing up at him every now and then.

"Chocolate, come here!"

Meng Ziyi squatted down, clapped her hands, and Chocolate's ears immediately perked up. It turned to look at her and then ran over.

Meng Ziyi picked up a yellow rubber ball from the sofa and waved it in front of the chocolate.

Chocolate's eyes lit up instantly, its whole body tensed up, and its tail held high. He stared intently at the ball, not moving an inch.

"Brother Mo, watch carefully."

Meng Ziyi tossed the ball into the air, and Chocolate's body soared into the air, rolled over in mid-air, landed on its back, and caught the ball precisely with its mouth before crashing to the ground with a thud.

Seeing this, Shen Mo couldn't help but laugh. "So this is what you call a backflip?"

"Of course!"

Meng Ziyi stood up and clapped her hands, her face full of smugness.

"How about it? My chocolate is amazing, isn't it!"

Chocolate placed the ball at Meng Ziyi's feet, tilted its head back, and wagged its tail like a small fan, waiting for the next round.

Meng Ziyi bent down to pick up the ball and handed it to Shen Mo.

"Brother Mo, why don't you give it a try?"

Shen Mo took the ball, weighed it in his hand, and then gently tossed it. Chocolate's body leaped into the air again, caught it steadily, ran back, placed the ball at Shen Mo's feet, sat on the ground, looked up at him expectantly.

"Is it addicted?" Shen Mo laughed.

"It just loves playing with balls."

Meng Ziyi squatted down and rubbed Chocolate's head.

"Alright, alright, that's enough for today. I'll get sick of flipping through this."

Chocolate seemed to understand, wagged its tail twice, then lay down, rested its head on its front legs, and half-closed its eyes, looking as if it hadn't had enough.

Meng Ziyi stood up and looked at Shen Mo, her expression slowly softening from smugness.

"Brother Mo, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for coming."

Her voice softened a little, "Actually, it doesn't matter if Chocolate can do a backflip, I just want you to come to my house for a visit."

Shen Mo looked at her, the light falling on her face, making her eyebrows and eyes look very soft.

"I know," Shen Mo smiled slightly.

Meng Ziyi's eyelashes trembled, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved upwards.

She pulled Shen Mo to the sofa and sat down, lying in his arms.

Chocolate lay down at their feet, yawned, rested its head on Shen Mo's shoe, and closed its eyes.

After a while, Meng Ziyi suddenly stood up, pouting dramatically at Shen Mo, "Brother Mo, you need to take a shower, you smell so strongly of hot pot!"

Shen Mo smiled slightly and raised an eyebrow. "But I don't have any clean clothes here."

Meng Ziyi's eyes lit up. "I bought it a long time ago. Wait for me to get it for you."

After saying that, she got up and ran upstairs with a clatter. Halfway up, she suddenly stopped, grabbed the railing, and looked down at Shen Mo on the sofa.

"Brother Mo, come upstairs. There's a bathtub in the bathroom of the bedroom upstairs, so you can soak more comfortably."

When Shen Mo reached the master bedroom upstairs, Meng Ziyi pulled him around and led him into the walk-in closet, yanking open the closet door.

The entire row was filled with men's clothing, and the tags were still on.

Shen Mo looked at Meng Ziyi in surprise, "Why did you buy so much?"

Meng Ziyi proudly raised her chin, her face flushed, "Every time I miss you, I go shopping on Taobao, look at the clothes on the models and imagine how you would look in them, and then I can't help but place an order."

After saying that, she looked at the surprised expression on Shen Mo's face, suddenly tiptoed and gently pecked his lips, then lowered her head, her blush deepening.

On the left side of the wardrobe was a stack of unopened underwear. Shen Mo reached out and picked up the top piece, looking at Meng Ziyi with amusement. "You underestimate your brother Mo. This size is a bit small!"

Meng Ziyi suddenly looked up, playfully slapping his chest. "It's normal that I didn't know!"

"So I bought all sizes." She pulled one from the bottom of the stack and shoved it into Shen Mo's hand. "Hey, this is the biggest one!"

Shen Mo opened his mouth speechlessly, reached out and pinched Meng Ziyi's chin and shook it, "Your brother Mo can't possibly weigh more than 200 pounds."

Meng Ziyi chuckled, and Shen Mo put both of them back, then found the right size for himself in the middle.

After Shen Mo made his choice, Meng Ziyi pushed him out and pointed towards the master bedroom bathroom.

"Brother Mo, you go wash up first, I'll help you put together a really good-looking makeup and hairstyle."

Watching Shen Mo walk into the bathroom, Meng Ziyi smiled brightly. The things she had prepared for so long were finally going to have a use.

She turned and went into the dressing room, carefully selecting items.

This one is a bit too flashy; it doesn't suit me.

I wonder if Brother Mo likes cashmere for this one.

This one is too formal, suitable for work, but it's definitely not very comfortable to wear.

……

After selecting her clothes, Meng Ziyi subconsciously turned her head to look at another wardrobe in the dressing room.

She opened and closed her fingers, then secretly turned her head to look in the direction of the bathroom, pursed her lips, and finally opened the wardrobe door.

A few minutes later, Meng Ziyi rushed into the bathroom of the secondary master bedroom, clutching her stomach. There was a bulge under her sweater, as if something was hidden there.

When Shen Mo came out of the shower, he was wearing a white bathrobe. He threw his clothes into the washing machine on the first floor, made himself a cup of tea, and went back to his bedroom to sit in front of the vanity mirror.

He certainly knew that Meng Ziyi wanted him to watch the backflip.

When the character Qiuya was being criticized, she had already confessed her feelings to herself.

Today, I flew to Chongqing and then to Beijing during my roadshow, just to find myself.

How could he possibly betray her sincere heart?

When they were halfway through their tea, Meng Ziyi came out wrapped in a bath towel, her hair wet and draped over her shoulders. She wasn't wearing makeup, and her natural face looked even better than when he had seen her during the day.

When she saw Shen Mo sitting in front of the vanity mirror in her master bedroom, his face, already flushed from the steam, turned even redder, almost as if it were bleeding.

The belt of her bathrobe was tied tightly around her waist, clearly showing her slender waistline.

Meng Ziyi slowly walked over and sat directly on Shen Mo's lap, her long, straight legs dangling in the air and swaying gently.

She handed the hairdryer to Shen Mo.

"Brother Mo, could you help me blow-dry my hair?"

Shen Mo took it, plugged it in, and a buzzing sound rang out.

Meng Ziyi leaned directly against Shen Mo's chest, and Shen Mo suddenly raised an eyebrow.

Because he sensed something was off. When Meng Ziyi pressed against him, the skin was mostly soft, but there were also a few hard marks mixed in.

"This Sister Meng..."

"That's a bit daring!"

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