With a distressed tone full of displeasure, he reached out angrily and threw the refrigerator shut.

Lifting his feet, he picked up a garbage bag of instant noodles that he had thrown away on the ground, picked up the house key that Han Zhiqing had placed on the coffee table, and drove out of the villa.

Not long after, the black Maybach re-entered the villa halfway up the mountain. When he got out of the car, he already had a bag of food bought from the supermarket in his hand.

Opening the door, she saw Han Zhiqing standing beside the refrigerator in a daze, looking at the empty refrigerator in a daze.

Seeing the movement coming from the gate, she subconsciously turned her head and saw Mo Junhao walking towards her with a smile on his face, holding several bags of things in his hands, and his face darkened.

"woke up?"

Putting the things in his hands on the kitchen stove, Mo Junhao stood in front of her, looked at her with emotion, and made a low sound.

Han Zhiqing didn't know whether he meant this question intentionally or unintentionally, but her face turned red uncontrollably.

However, her eyes narrowed at this moment. She avoided Mo Junhao's slightly fiery gaze and said in a cold voice, "Where are the things in my refrigerator?"

She spoke as if to divert Mo Junhao's attention.

"threw."

Two simple words came from Mo Junhao's mouth in an understatement, but Han Zhiqing's face instantly darkened.

He cast cold eyes on Mo Junhao's teasing handsome face and said in a deep voice: "Where did you throw it?"

"Outside."

He smiled and replied, still concisely, "I guess we should be on the way to the garbage station now."

"Mo Junhao, if you throw them away, what will I eat?"

Han Zhiqing growled at him angrily, her face turning red with anger.

Mo Junhao seemed to be in a good mood, especially when he saw her red face when she was angry at him, he became happy.

Hearing Han Zhiqing's low growl, he raised his eyebrows without hesitation, pointed at the things he bought, and said: "These are much more nutritious than junk food. You should eat more of these, so that...

It’s sensual.”

His last words were obviously ambiguous. He smiled lowly and looked at Han Zhiqing's face that changed instantly, and raised his eyebrows successfully again.

Han Zhiqing gritted her teeth in anger, glanced coldly at the materials that Mo Junhao had brought in on the kitchen stove, suppressed the anger aroused in her heart, and said:

"I can't cook, I don't need these things."

Before she met Mo Junhao, she never knew that she could be so helpless towards a person.

But she was equally annoyed with herself. Not only could she not drive Mo Junhao away, but she even exposed herself to him without dignity because of one or two provocative moves by him, allowing him to play with her.

What made her even more annoyed was that when she woke up from the pain in bed, she felt the familiar emptiness around her, without the breath of Mo Junhao that made her tired but inexplicably greedy. At that moment, she felt something in her heart

Once again, there was a sense of loss and emptiness that she didn't want to face.

She forced herself not to care about such a romantic relationship, but she was still extremely depressed in her heart, until she saw Mo Junhao's smiling blue eyes appear in her sight again.

She didn't want to admit to anyone or even herself that when Mo Junhao appeared at the door, she felt a flash of joy in her heart. Even though she concealed that joy almost perfectly, so perfect that even she took it seriously.
Chapter completed!