Mo Xiaonong felt relieved to hear that Ye Qianmo was still so concerned about her safety.

From this point of view, she felt that he would not be particularly angry with Xia Youxin.

After Mo Xiaonong returned to the room, she was still sleepy, so she slept for a while. When Xia Youxin came back, she was the same as when she left.

"Xiao Nong, wake up, don't you have class today?" She called her standing by the bed.

Mo Xiaonong rubbed her eyes and got up. When she saw the insulated lunch box in Xia Youxin's hand, she felt a little strange.

"Sister, what is that?"

"It's breakfast for Mr. Ye." Xia Youxin didn't hide it from her.

"Okay, okay, sister, you are finally enlightened. Brother Qianmo must be happy."

"I hope so." Xia Youxin smiled at her, then put the insulated lunch box on the bedside table.

Ye Qianmo usually takes a shower in the bathroom of his bedroom after exercising in the morning, and then goes to the main restaurant to eat.

When Xia Youxin heard Ye Qianmo's return, she calculated the time accurately. She estimated that he had almost taken a shower and changed clothes, and then she went out carrying the insulated lunch box with some nervousness.

When she reached the door, Mo Xiaonong couldn't help but shout: "Sister!" She wanted to remind Xia Youxin that if Ye Qianmo got angry, tell her to be careful.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, no, I want you to come on!"

After thinking about it, she still didn't dare to say it or disobey Ye Qianmo's order.

After Xia Youxin went out, she knocked on Ye Qianmo's door. His voice was no different from usual.

"Enter!"

After twisting the door and entering, Xia Youxin said softly: "Mr. Ye, I prepared a breakfast for you when I got up in the morning."

Ye Qianmo glanced at her indifferently, and then asked calmly: "What is it?"

If he asked this, would he refuse her kindness? Xia You felt happy, so she quickly walked towards him with the thermos box, stood in front of him, and opened the thermos box.

Ye Qianmo looked at the breakfast she made calmly, neither saying he liked it nor saying he didn't like it.

He was just wondering, in what mood did she do this? It was different from the last time she made cookies for him. This breakfast was just like last night when she treated herself as a supper for him.

Because I was afraid that Mo Xiaojun’s case would not be investigated.

It's really rare for a conservative woman like her to take the initiative to put on revealing pajamas and whisper to him that she wants to make him happy.

Last night, he didn't torment her lightly. She was so tired that she could still get up and make breakfast for him in the morning.

This is so thoughtful. Unfortunately, this heart is not for him, Ye Qianmo, but for others.

He was really, really disappointed with this woman. He was so disappointed that he didn't even want to ridicule her or treat her roughly.

He didn't show any expression, and Xia Youxin felt a little uneasy again. She looked at his face and said softly: "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at cooking, and it may not be as good as what you usually eat. But this is my heart.

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"Bang bang bang", in the middle of her words, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter!"

The person who entered the door was Song Wanting. She was holding a dinner plate in her hand. There were several golden cakes in a small plate on top of the dinner plate. They were made by the chef next to her that Xia Youxin saw in the kitchen.

In addition to the cake, there is also a cup filled with pure milk.

"Qian Mo, morning, I got up early this morning and made a small cake for you. Do you want to try it?" Song Wanting smiled with a smile on her face.

Ye Qianmo's mouth curved, "Did you make it yourself? It looks good, bring it over!"

"Okay!" Song Wanting still smiled and glanced at the thermos box Xia Youxin held in her hand, with a faint joy of victory on her face.

"Mr. Ye, the things made by Miss Song are better than mine at first glance. Please use it slowly. I'm going back to the room."

Xia Youxin didn't say that Song Wanting's cake was not made by her at all. She felt there was no need to say it. Whoever he chose to believe, it was made by his own hands. If it was not made by his own hands, it would still be made by his own hands. Whoever he didn't believe, even if
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