Never deeply in love

It was not until she realized that the sofa was sinking that she was awakened from her half-sleep. When she opened her eyes, she saw Mo Zihan sitting next to her.

"You're back?" She opened her mouth and yawned.

Mo Zihan stared at her for a long time, his eyes gentle and calm. His cold face was rarely gentle when he was alone with her. He raised his hand and touched her hair. "Are you tired? Why did you fall asleep here?"

Bai Mingyue stood up and tried to get up. Mo-tse took her into his arms and kissed her soft lips. Bai Mingyue hugged his arm like a cat. When she woke up, her voice was still a little soft.

"All day long, don't do anything. You won't be tired." She touched her stomach and said with a smile, "Mom said that pregnant women are all sleepy."

"Then I woke you up. Do you want to sleep a little longer?" Mo-tse han covered her with a blanket.

"No need." Bai Mingyue said, "By the way, Jiang Qi came to see you."

"Yes, I know about her." Mo Zihan's expression was faint. He pinched her face and looked a little displeased. "What are you doing out of the house on such a cold day?"

Bai Mingyue immediately thought of something. Ah, just a few hours later, he ran to the french window. Outside, it had become a white world, and a thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the roads and buildings of the city.

For the first time since winter, it had snowed so heavily. It didn't melt much before, but today it's rare to get so big, and the world has turned white. It seemed to be quite comfortable to the senses.

"I came out to see the snow." Bai Mingyue turned around and waved at him with a smile. "Zi Han, come and take a look. I didn't do much when I came out, but now it's getting worse."

Mo Zihan bent down and put her shoes at her feet, frowning. "Put them on."

Fortunately, the office was well heated, and it was a little hot without a coat. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to stand barefoot walking on the ground in the middle of winter. Bai Mingyue looked at his face, which was so nervous that it made her a little angry. It was still the same as before. It scared her.

She put on her shoes and shook his hand. "Are you angry again?"

Mo-tse narrowed his eyes. He liked the way her little woman looked, but what did that "Angry again" mean? Before he could speak, the office door was knocked on.

Bai Mingyue immediately let go of his hand and sat back on the sofa wisely, not affecting his work. Mo-tse looked at her coldly. "Come in!"

He said and sat back in his seat.

Qi Fen pushed the door open and entered with a smile on his face. He put some documents in front of Mo Zihan.

"Young master Mo, here's the document you asked for."

Mo Zihan nodded. "I'll see later. Is there anything else?"

"No, young master Mo. Near the end of the year, the budget of each department has been reported, and the most important work at hand is almost done."

"Okay, you go out first." Mo Zihan lowered his head, casually took a document and spread it out. After a rough look, he picked up his pen and signed his name firmly.

Qi Fen turned around and looked at bai Ming Yue as he left. He smiled at her and said, "Young madam, it's rare for you to come to the company. If you have time, let's have dinner together."

Bai Mingyue was a little embarrassed. "Okay." Embarrassed, she said, "Elder sister Qi, you should call me by my name."

She was really not used to hearing that. And before Jiang Qi called her Mrs. Mo, although she did not say it, her heart was still very uncomfortable.

He paused, looked at Mo Zihan, smiled and said, "I'm afraid not. After all, your identity is there."

They can call their names in private, but in front of Mr. Mo, who dares to call the president's wife by her first name? Qi Fen said with a smile and saw Bai Mingyue's uneasiness. Pointing to the door, Bai Mingyue nodded and smiled, and Qi Fen left the office.

Looking up at Mo Zihan's dark eyes, he looked back at her as if nothing had happened. Keep busy with your own business. Bai Mingyue couldn't help but pout and look away without disturbing him.

He got up again and went to the french window to look at the snow. Mo Zihan's office was on the top floor, overlooking the entire city a section. The effect of looking at the snow scenery here is naturally incomparable to other places.

It was warm as spring in the office, but it was a world of ice and snow outside. Snowflakes and catkins fluttered in the air. A city has a warm climate. In recent winters, it has rarely snowed so heavily.

Bai Mingyue looked at it and couldn't help but be a little absorbed. She thought of an allusion when she was in the coffee shop. When it snows, two people who love each other can walk all the way to whitehead without an umbrella. It sounds childish when you think about it, but it still sounds romantic.

"Mrs. Mo, it's only snowing. You've been watching it for a long time. Is it that beautiful?" At some point, Mo-tse han walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Bai Mingyue pursed his lips and leaned back, his back against his warm chest. Smiling sweetly, she said, "Who's Mrs. Mo? I haven't married you yet. Don't shout."

"You are already." Mo Zihan frowned and pulled her over unhappily, looking at herself. "You still say that, huh?"

Bai Mingyue smiled and deliberately angered him. "Anyway, I haven't married you yet. I don't want to be named after you. Mrs. Mo, Mrs. Mo. People who don't know how old I am think I am."

Mo-tse looked at her coldly for a long time and smiled. "Well, I did."

"What?" Bai Mingyue looked at him in confusion.

"Nothing. Are you hungry? I'll take you out for dinner." Mo-tse han looked at the time. He went out for a meeting in the morning. When he heard that Bai Mingyue came to the company, he rushed back and did not eat out.

"Okay, are you done with your work?" Bai Mingyue glanced at the document on his desk and asked casually.

"Nothing today, just leave the rest to Su Zhe and Qi Fen." Mo Zihan said softly, "Get dressed. Let's go out."

Bai Mingyue didn't think much and nodded. Mo-tse looked at her calmly, turned around, walked to the bathroom in the office, took out his cell phone and called Su Zhe. "I have something important for you... I'll see you at the door of the civil affairs bureau in two hours."

Su Zhe, who was on the other end of the phone, was petrified, holding the phone that had been hung up. He was very confused. Young master Mo was... Why did he think of this all of a sudden? It was so quick and sudden - it didn't even give a person a second to think about it.

Mo Zihan finished, washed his hands, thought about it, and washed his face with water. He took a rare look in the mirror and tidied up his instrument. Finally, he smiled and walked out of the bathroom thoughtfully.

Bai Mingyue didn't know anything. After putting on his coat and bag, he was standing by the door waiting for him. Mo-tse thought about it and was too sudden to scare her. She might as well tell her directly when she got there. It would be too late for her to go back on her word.

Mo-tse han thought about it, made up his mind, and smiled at Bai Mingyue, who was unaware of it. "Mrs. Mo, what would you like to eat later?"

"Whatever." Bai Mingyue had never been particularly picky when she was eating out. Her beautiful brows furrowed and her mouth flattened in dissatisfaction. "I'm not married to you yet. Don't shout."

"Soon you will have nothing to say." Mo Zihan was not angry either. He led her into the president's elevator and narrowed his eyes at her face, smiling especially indulgently.

Bai Mingyue said without thinking, "I'm not married yet."

Mo Zihan smiled but did not say a word. He drove to a very emotional western restaurant. Bai Mingyue went to the bathroom. Mo Zihan waved for the waiter to give him some orders and gave him a tip to buy a bouquet of flowers.

When Bai Mingyue came out, the dining room was filled with melodious piano music. She didn't quite recognize the song, but she felt very happy. Mo Zihan had already ordered the order.

After being together for so long, no one knew her taste better than Cai Shuya. This feeling, similar to family, made her feel very happy. The dishes were soon served, and Mo-tse han poured red wine into her glass.

Bai Mingyue stopped him quickly and reminded him with a frown, "I can't drink now."

The man was careless, he couldn't remember that she couldn't drink when she was pregnant.

"It's special today, just a little." Mo-tse han said as he poured her half a glass.

Bai Mingyue was puzzled and asked him strangely, "Is today a special day?" Today should be january 19. She didn't remember the day very much. She thought about it. It wasn't a special holiday.

Mo Zihan smiled and nodded. "Well, that's it from now on."

Bai Mingyue looked confused and asked, "What?"

Mo Zihan had already picked up his glass and motioned to her. There was a faint smile on his lips, and his dark eyes flashed with an unknown emotion.

"Let's have a toast and wish you the real Mrs. Mo." Mo-tse squinted at her and smiled like a fox. But his face was still tense, so calm that he could not see anything unusual.

Bai Mingyue did not expect him to be so entangled in this matter. He smiled slightly, picked up his glass and touched it with him. Bai Mingyue only took two sips and stopped drinking, as the cold liquor stained his lips and tongue and took into account the child in his stomach.

She didn't take it seriously, nor did Mo Zihan. Just after eating two mouthfuls of food, a waiter came up to her with a huge bouquet of bright roses in his arms. The flowers were huge and the waiter held them in his arms.

There were ninety-nine roses by sight, and the beautiful red roses were very dazzling, attracting the attention of everyone in the restaurant. Until the waiter came to Mo Zihan's table, the women in the dining room looked at Bai Mingyue with envy or jealousy and whispered.

Mo Zihan did not expect such a big bouquet. He had never sent flowers to anyone. He did not expect the number of a hundred flowers to be so considerable. He just wanted to make a good start. It was a happy couple for a hundred years. So she gave him money to buy a hundred roses.