Chapter 72 The chicken that doesn’t lay eggs

Cheng Mohan turned his back to Mo Jinghan and didn't know that she was secretly wiping away tears. He only knew that he was in a very depressed mood now. It was obviously a good thing, but why did he think of that woman's face and her shy touch at the critical moment?

Like this, thinking about how she looked like crying, suddenly looking at another woman under her, I suddenly didn’t feel like doing that kind of thing!

What happened to me? How could I be so obsessed with that woman's body?

Damn it! What kind of drug did that damn woman give herself to make him unable to be sexually interested in anyone except her?

The next morning, Cheng Mohan went to the company in a depressed mood. He was in a daze the whole day, always wanting to look at her, but he knew that there was a troublemaker in the company who had been staring at him, making him want to see her.

Can't see it either.

When he returned home in the evening, as soon as he entered the door, he realized that the atmosphere in the house was not right today.

Seeing the servants busy in the living room, he asked a middle-aged man, "Uncle Zhang, are there any guests at home? Where is your wife?"

"Go back, young master, my wife is here, she is accompanying them upstairs!" Uncle Zhang said with a respectful look.

"Them? Who else?" Cheng Mohan narrowed his eyes and asked in a bad tone.

"Madam brought a very beautiful foreign girl!" At this time, a young maid said naughtily.

Cheng Mohan hurriedly walked upstairs. Every time her mother came, she always made things difficult for Jinghan. This time she even brought a woman back? What else was she up to?

The little maid looked up and asked, "Butler Zhang, the young master won't have a quarrel with his wife, will he?"

"Go to work and don't talk too much!" Uncle Zhang scolded seriously.

When I arrived at the teahouse on the second floor, I heard Long Youran (ps: Cheng Mohan's mother!) laughing and speaking broken Chinese before I even got close, but I didn't hear Jinghan's voice.

"Mo Han, are you back?" Suddenly Mo Jinghan shouted in surprise as if she had found a savior.

Long Youran glared at her displeasedly, so scared that Noila Mo's smile that had just been raised froze and she hurriedly lowered her head!

Of course, Cheng Mohan saw this in his eyes. He frowned slightly and sat next to Noila Mo, gently hugged her and said to Long Youran: "Mom, when did you come back? Why didn't you say anything?"

"What? When I come back to see my son, why don't I give you a report?" Long Youran felt very unhappy when she saw her son's distressed expression on his wife, and his tone was naturally not good!

"I didn't say anything, you are so angry!" Although Cheng Mohan was unhappy in his heart, he did not dare to say anything, because he knew that after he contradicted his mother, it was his wife who suffered the anger.

"Humph!" Long Youran angrily glared at Noila Mo.

"Ahan, this is Miss Lisa, two years younger than you, the apple of the eye of Mr. and Mrs. Smith!" Long Youran looked at the girl beside him and introduced Cheng Mohan with a smile on his face.

"Hello!" A beautiful smile appeared on Lisa's fair face, and she extended her hand to say hello cheerfully and generously.

Out of politeness, Cheng Mohan shook his hand gently and said, "Hello!"

"Ahan, Lisa is a doctoral student at Oxford University. She will come to China as an exchange student this year, so I plan to let her live at home for half a year. You must take good care of her!" Long Youran took Lisa's hand.

Said hehe.

Cheng Mohan frowned slightly and asked uncertainly: "Live at home?"

"Yes! Is there a problem?" Long Youran proudly glanced at Mo Jinghan who lowered her head and said nothing, hum! A chicken that can't lay eggs, I don't think she dared to say anything!

A note to readers:
Chapter completed!