"..." Qiao Qian pinched the towel, "Mr. Jue, I'll give it to you first..."

"Go out!" Mo Nanjue's handsome face was gone, his eyes were extremely cold, "I don't want to say it for the third time."

“…”

Qiao Qian bit his lip, his eyes fell on his side, and then he quickly lowered, "Yes, then I'm in the small compartment next to me. If you have any needs, you can call me at any time."

Mo Nanjue looked cold and turned his gaze out the window indifferently.

Qiao Qian put the towel on the small coffee table next to him, turned around and walked towards the small compartment.

It's right in the master bedroom, similar to a separate lounge.

Qiao Qian closed the door, sat down on the edge of the bed, and took out the cell phone in her pocket.

She clicked on the secret text message and rubbed her fingers back and forth on the screen...

Qiao Qian looked up at the closed door, and a cold-looking face appeared in his mind...

She bit her lip, but she couldn't walk away. Qiao Qian hesitated for a long time and finally put her phone back.

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The next day.

Tong Ran woke up very early. Although she was very sleepy last night, she couldn't sleep well. She tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep completely.

The servant came to knock on the door on time, "Miss Eve, breakfast is on the third floor of the main hall, I'm responsible for taking you there."

"good."

After washing up, Tong Ran went to the fitting room and wanted to make do with it, but she didn't expect that the wardrobe had all the clothes all seasons.

She chose a simple light blue long dress, changed it and walked out of the room.

...

...

In the restaurant, the waiter was serving breakfast.

When Tong Ran came, everyone had arrived. Mu Chengfei took her hand and said, "I was about to call you."

Tong Ran smiled at her, and the servant pulled open the chair and sat down.

On the right side of the long dining table, Mo Nanjue sat with his legs on his face, and his slender fingers flipped through the Financial Weekly in front of him.

Qiao Qian stood beside him, spread the baked toast slices with sauce on a white plate, and carefully served a bowl of hot soup.

Tong Ran's eyes sank and his hands tightly clenched.

Mo Nanjue never raised his eyes and looked at the weekly magazine with a focused look. Mu Bailiang smiled when he saw this and spoke first, "Eve, why did he come so late? We are all waiting for you."

"I slept late last night." Tong Ran said coldly.

Mu Bailiang raised his eyebrows, "Why, what are you thinking?"

Tong Ran pinched the spoon and stirred the soup in the bowl, "You are still alive, why do I sleep well?"

"You really want me to die?"

"Since you know, you still ask?"

“…”

Mu Bailiang laughed instead of anger. He turned his gaze to Mo Nanjue beside him, "Mr. Jue, did you sleep well last night?"

Mo Nanjue flipped through the weekly magazine, without raising his head, and made a cold voice, "Yes."

"It's Xiao Qiao who serves you?" Mu Bailiang looked at Qiao Qian behind him with a smile. "Young Master Jue is still injured now, so you should not exercise excessively, so don't ignore it."

"Yes..." Qiao Qian blushed and nodded in a very small voice, "Young Master, I will pay more attention next time."

...

next time?

Tong Ran tightened his hand holding the cup. Although he knew they would not have anything, he felt inexplicably confused when he heard such an answer.

She took the toast slices, tore them into strips, and stuffed them into her mouth.

Mo Nanjue turned another page, and Yu Guang swept towards her from the weekly magazine. Tong Ran stuffed her mouth and was eating with a frown.

While eating, he scooped porridge into his mouth...

Tong Ran held the spoon angrily and tried to swallow the things in his mouth, then grabbed another bacon fried egg.
Chapter completed!