Never deeply in love

She did not believe that a rich man like Mo Zihan would not be able to find a rich lady who knew the etiquette of the upper class to accompany him.

Other people don't say it, Mirin can do it. Mirin is also a etiquette teacher. He is a walking etiquette book.

Her appearance and temperament were also dignified and elegant. Not to mention her, she dared to say that she was much better than all the rich and famous ladies.

Although Mirin was almost three years old.

But Mo Zihan, the eldest son of the Mo corporation, is at least 27 or 28 years old.

How did she know that Mo Zihan had so many twists and turns in his heart, let alone his intentions?

As Bai Mingyue thought about it, he raised his leg and was about to leave. Staying with such a cold and venomous man would have scared him to death if he didn't freeze to death.

Cherish life and stay away from Mo Zihan - she was always smart, so there was no need to mess with her life.

"Stop."

Before he could take two steps, a low drink sounded again.

Bai Mingyue asked heaven, almost speechless. What's the matter?

She turned around and saw Mo-tse han taking off his coat and throwing it on the sofa. He leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his brows wearily.

Without waiting for her to ask, he said, "Make a cup of coffee."

Bai Mingyue glanced at him without saying anything and turned to walk towards the wine cabinet in the living room.

These days, she stayed in the villa and became familiar with everything in the villa.

As expected, aunt Fang did not live in the villa. He only came to the villa for a look in almost three or two days, occasionally replenishing the ingredients in the villa.

In addition to the training classes, she stayed in the villa every day and got hungry so she took out the ingredients from the fridge and cooked for herself.

Anyway, she knew how to cook, and she did a good job. It was fun to just stay indoors - not to mention the identity that Mo Zihan had forced on her.

While Bai Mingyue was thinking about it, he went to make coffee. After he was done, he brought it directly to Mo Zihan.

Mo-tse looked at her coldly, and the girl's eyes were half lowered. Her thick eyelashes were like a small fan, arranged in a graceful arc.

Without saying anything, he took the coffee cup from her hand and took a sip.

Bai Mingyue looked at him. He didn't say yes or no. He still looked expressionless.

"Go get something to eat."

Her eyes touched those bright eyes, which were as bright as the stars, but seemed to contain a pool of water. When she looked at people, her bright eyes were moist and particularly frightening.

Mo Zihan was a little annoyed by the large autumn eyes of the cold pool and spat out a word impatiently.

He tore off his tie and threw it aside. He picked up a financial magazine on the coffee table and started reading it.

Bai Mingyue looked at the time strangely. It was already half past eight in the evening.

She had lived in the villa for so many days that she had never seen Mo-tse han eat at home, not to mention dinner, three meals a day.

"Haven't you eaten yet?" Bai Mingyue couldn't help but ask.

"Nonsense."

There were only two words that answered her, not loud, in a low, cold voice, and very impolite.

She looked at her as if she were looking at a pig, despised or despised, as if she had asked such a stupid question.

Bai Mingyue curled his lips and ignored the meaning in his eyes.

She was as smart as she would have died a long time ago if she could have been so angry at him for just a few words.

She was a smart person, not like this impatient and bad-tempered man.

"Then what do you want to eat?"

Bai Mingyue asked again. Seeing him lying on the sofa idly, his lazy posture could not hide his exhaustion, and he could not help but complain. He had to work and act every day. Could he not be tired?

It's hard for him to pretend to be disabled for so long.

It's so powerful that people with disabilities in front of them and normal people behind them don't have schizophrenia.

Sure enough, psychopaths can't be measured by normal minds.

Mo Zihan was impatient. "Whatever."

Why does she have so many questions?

This kind of college student who just graduated and still hasn't worked is troublesome. If it were someone under him, he would have fired him if he had asked him why.

Such an underling with no eyes and no ideas, anyone else would have to fire him.

Bai Mingyue gritted his teeth. It was hard to serve him.

"It's late at night. I'll get you a bowl of noodles. It'll help you digest."

As she spoke, she saw that Mo Zihan did not respond. Although she did not say yes, she did not refuse. She took it as he agreed and did not bother to ask any more questions.

He turned to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

There were fresh and fresh fruits in the fridge, which aunt Fang usually bought.

There are also frozen foods, dumplings, dumplings, dumplings, noodles, eggs, pork, beef and so on.

Aunt Fang was very considerate, but unfortunately, she didn't even understand that if she wasn't in the villa, who would need these things?

Mo Zihan? How is that possible? The eldest young master probably wouldn't touch anything even if it was all rotted in the fridge.

Bai Mingyue didn't think much about it and started working in the kitchen after taking out the ingredients he needed.

The villa quieted down, and a moment later, the kitchen rang with the crisp sound of Bai Mingyue cutting shredded meat and the knife hitting the chopping board.

In the quiet villa, it was very clear, but also extraordinarily warm.

Mo-tse han leaned back on the sofa, put down the magazine in his hand, and listened, his eyes unfocused.

In this villa, in the dead of night, how long had it been since there were any other sounds, and there was no smoke like tonight?

As expected, he was still a normal person. Hearing such a voice, he felt a trace of long-lost warmth of home.

At this moment, he didn't have to do anything, think about anything, act in front of an outsider, and act with his so-called family.

A certain corner of his heart seemed to relax.

At this moment, the villa was no longer cold and quiet.

Bai Mingyue didn't know what Mo Zihan liked or disliked.

After thinking about it, he carefully prepared shredded pork and vegetable noodles.

The shredded meat was finely cut and mixed with the noodles into the boiling water. The thick soup was collected and two poached eggs were beaten.

She picked up a large bowl and put it in it. On the green leaves, there were two poached eggs lying on the bed. The aroma was overflowing.

In terms of food, Bai Mingyue had always used limited ingredients to make it as delicious as possible and refused to upset his stomach.

In the past, when she had time at home to cook herself, Cai Shuya always smiled and said that she was used to making these things. If it was good, it would be fine.

But she was really good at cooking.

She always said with conviction that cooking was also a skill. If she did well, it would be better to open a restaurant when she graduated.

Every now and then, Cai Shuya looked at her intelligent and sensible appearance, always pleased and sad.

Perhaps there were other emotions in her eyes that were complicated and she had never understood them.

Thinking of his mother, Bai Mingyue's eyes warmed up in the rising heat.