Late at night, Fu Mohan returned to Fu's house, exhausted.

The housekeeper reported Lin Jinran's situation truthfully. When he heard that Lin Jinran had not left Fu's house for a whole day, and even only left the bedroom once, his cold eyebrows frowned.

"Tomorrow, arrange work for her."

"What kind of work are arranged?" the housekeeper asked with some anxiety, trying to figure out what Fu Mohan meant.

Fu Mohan's dark eyes glanced at the housekeeper with a seemingly casual but cold look, "I need to arrange this kind of thing, what use do you need?"

"I know, I will make arrangements for Miss Lin tomorrow." The housekeeper trembled heavily and did not dare to say anything.

Fu Mohan strode to the kitchen, followed closely by the housekeeper. He thought that Fu Mohan would not come back because Lin Jinran was there, so he let the chef go after dinner without leaving any food.

Unexpectedly, Fu Mohan came back and came to the kitchen. At this time, the housekeeper became even more worried, "Master, do you need to ask the chef to..."

"No need." Fu Mohan knew that the chef would leave some food, so he could just eat whatever he wanted. There was no need to wake the chef up and come over to lie down.

He opened the refrigerator handsomely with one hand, and his cold eyes swept through the refrigerator, and instantly locked on the bowl of fried rice placed in the corner.

With his slender fingers, he picked up the bowl of fried rice and threw it to the butler, "Heat it."

The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the chef didn't leave any food, but actually cooked it behind his back.

Without hesitation, he immediately put the rice in the microwave, adjusted the time, and delivered the heated rice to Fu Mohan in about a minute.

At this time, Fu Mohan was sitting elegantly at the dining table, his stern face staring intently at the stock trend of Fu Group on his notebook.

He picked up the spoon with his long fingers, dug out a spoonful of fried rice, and put it in his mouth.

The rice has distinct grains, and the taste is neither salty nor bland, neither greasy nor bland. It is mixed with the aroma of chopped green onion and eggs, and is cooked just right.

The chef of his five-star hotel makes egg fried rice with more exquisite skills than this, but the taste is always the same as that of a hotel.

However, this one has a different smell. If he had to describe it, Fu Mohan could only think of the smell of fireworks.

It tastes like what my grandma made when I was a kid.

"Who made this rice?" He put down his spoon gracefully, raised his cold eyes, and looked straight at the butler standing upright not far away.

The housekeeper was startled, wasn't this made by the chef?

Who could it be if it weren't the chef?

Obviously, his uninformed expression made Fu Mohan's dark eyes darken slightly as he asked, "Find this person."

"Yes." The housekeeper agreed hurriedly. There were not many people in Fu's house, and there were even fewer people who could go in and out of the kitchen.

We will recruit all the servants tomorrow and ask who has been in.

After Fu Mohan had dinner, he wiped the corners of his lips elegantly and wiped off the stock monitoring on his mobile phone.

He got up and strode upstairs.

Fu Mohan opened the bedroom door. After opening the door, the bulging quilt on the bed was reflected in his cold black eyes. He squinted slightly.

Damn it, why is this woman still lying on his bed!

Is the housekeeper a jerk? Why didn't she arrange a room for her?

Fu Mo's cold eyes were filled with fire. With a cold face, he strode over and said in a deep, magnetic voice filled with deep displeasure, "Get out of here!"

However, the person on the bed did not move.

Fu Mohan's eyes suddenly turned gloomy, and with his slender fingers, he grasped a corner of the quilt and pulled hard.

He pulled off all the bedding covering the woman and threw it to the ground.

His black eyes were as sharp as ice as he stared at the woman lying on the bed. He reached out and grabbed her slender wrist, trying to throw her sleeping body off the bed.

The cold palm and the temperature of the clenched wrist were extremely high. Fu Mohan frowned tightly, let go of her wrist, and pushed her long hair away from her face. The flushed cheeks reflected in his dark pupils.
Chapter completed!