Seeing that she was unwilling to say anything, Mr. Duan stopped asking any more questions.
As he drove all the way back to his residence, he didn't want to talk and just drove quietly.
He cooked dinner for her, but she felt a low pressure around Mr. Duan, and she felt uneasy, so she stood at the door of the kitchen and watched him cook.
"Go to the living room and wait!" Mr. Duan saw her acting like a loser, and another smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Oh." Ran Ran touched his nose and came out of the kitchen.
She sat cross-legged in the living room, and after thinking about it, she took out her mobile phone and made a call.
"mom."
"are you home yet?"
"I won't come back for dinner." Ran Ran took a deep breath and said.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier if you weren't coming back?" Zhao Qing raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard what his daughter said.
"Mom, can I, can I..." Ranran bit her lower lip, unable to speak.
"Can it be anything?"
"Can I not go home today?" Ran Ran finally asked.
"...Are you with him?" Zhao Qing understood immediately and his heart sank.
"Um."
"He told you not to go home?"
"No, he is cooking in the kitchen."
"He can cook?" Zhao Qing was extremely surprised at this time, he didn't expect it at all.
"Yes, his cooking is delicious." Ranran immediately praised him, "When I was in Manchester City, he also cooked for me."
Zhao Qing really didn't expect that a woman could actually cook. She thought about it and said, "Why don't we let him have a meal at home one day?"
"Okay." Ranran agreed happily, "I'll tell him."
"Mom, did you agree?"
Zhao Qing thought for a while, sighed and said, "Pay attention to safety."
"Yes, I understand." She blushed slightly when she responded. He had been doing this all the time, so she felt reassured.
After finishing the phone call, Mr. Duan's dinner was ready. He made spaghetti and added a lot of vegetables. The colors were bright and beautiful.
Some people say that perhaps a man is most attractive if he is successful in his career, but at this moment she really felt that the most delicious dinner was made by a man.
Ranran was very satisfied with the meal, but the man kept silent and didn't speak. That's what Mr. Duan was like. When he didn't speak, he was as cold as ice and so depressing that no one dared to speak.
"It's delicious." Ran Ran opened her eyes with satisfaction.
Mr. Duan just ate quietly, then said: "You wash the dishes."
"Okay, I'll wash the dishes." Ranran said willingly.
"By the way, my mother said you would come to my house for dinner when you are free."
Mr. Duan paused slightly, quite surprised: "Did you tell your mother about my existence?"
"Of course I did." There was no reason why she didn't let her parents know even though she knew he had a father.
"I have a day off tomorrow," Mr. Duan said.
"What a coincidence, I have a day off tomorrow too." Ranran smiled.
Duan Zhian stared at her, said nothing more, and continued to eat.
She was really angry! He was rarely angry. It wasn't that she didn't tell her on purpose, but she didn't want him to worry about her. Moreover, she felt that she could solve work matters by herself.
After dinner, she washed the dishes and he went to take a shower.
She washed the dishes half-heartedly, and her dishwashing skills were not good at all. Sure enough, she heard a snap and the bowl broke.
"Yeah!" She sighed and started to pick up the broken bowl. Who knew that when she picked it up, her fingers stung for a while, and she made a cut and started to bleed profusely.
"Are you injured?" Mr. Duan came in after hearing the voice. When he saw the blood on her hands, his brows tightened.
"It's okay, it's just a small cut." Ranran said, it didn't hurt very much.
Mr. Duan wouldn't let her touch these things, so he took her out and took out the medicine box to treat the wound.
"It's really okay, just put a band-aid on it and it'll be fine." Ranran said hurriedly.
"Don't move." He took out the iodine solution to disinfect her, and then carefully put a band-aid on her.
"Am I useless?" Ranran really felt that she was stupid. Even when she was cooking, she was always mediocre and couldn't even do housework well. Inexplicably, she became a little depressed.
"Finally you have some self-awareness, huh?" Mr. Duan raised his eyebrows and looked at her.
"..." Ran Ran was unhappy again when she heard what he said. It was true that she couldn't do well, but her mother didn't say anything about her!
"Sit down and rest while I go clean the kitchen." Mr. Duan said, tidying up the things in the kitchen.
Ran Ran went over and saw how neatly men did housework, and felt that she was not suitable to be married as a wife.
Mr. Duan finished cleaning up and looked at her pitiful look. He put his hand around her waist and went to the living room: "Are you thinking wildly again?"
"No." Ranran shook his head, "Do you feel a little bit at a loss?"
"What's wrong?" He pulled her to the living room and sat down.
"I don't know how to do housework. I used to organize your things until they were gone when I was in Manchester City. I have been learning from you for a long time, and the food is not that good. You are always taking care of me." However, the more he talked, the more he said.
I feel that my shortcomings make me even more unworthy of him.
"There are quite a few shortcomings, but I like it." Mr. Duan said, holding her chin and kissing her.
Ranran smiled with bright eyes. What she liked to hear most was when he said he liked her. No matter what she looked like, he liked her.
Today, Ranran was particularly docile and cooperative. Mr. Duan wanted to come to the living room, and she was very cooperative. The two of them were sticky and he was sweating on her body.
Ranran was wrapped in his arms, like a pitiful little girl.
Later she sat on him, both of them dripping with sweat. Mr. Duan stroked her vest and kept kissing her slender shoulders.
"Let's go take a shower and I'll take you home." He said and started to hug her.
Ranran didn't let him move and whispered in his ear: "I told my mother today that I won't go home tonight."
Mr. Duan was extremely surprised. Seeing that her face was like a cherry, he expressed surprise.
"Then we can take a bath and take a longer bath."
"..." Ranran was shy, anyway, just do whatever he said!
After taking a bath, Ran Ran was completely weak and even felt a little exhausted in his arms.
He carried her back to the room. It had been a long time since they slept together like this until dawn. He really hoped that they could do this every day in the future.
After she fell asleep, he made a phone call.
"You are responsible for this matter. If you hadn't asked me to do things for you, the company would not have spread such a scandal." Such a scandal cannot be explained clearly.
Mr. Duan said with a cold face: "You think of a way."
"I'll find a way, brother, I've helped you catch your woman, and you still want me to find a way for you." Yin Lingfeng was quite dissatisfied.
"Anyway, you think of a way." After saying that, he hung up the phone.
"Zhi'an." Ran Ran seemed to wake up and called him in his arms.
"I'm here, sleeping, be good." Mr. Duan hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead.
"Um."
After a good night's sleep, when she woke up, the pillow was empty, but his breath still lingered. She hugged his pillow, took a deep breath, and started to giggle again.
"It's time to have breakfast." Mr. Duan suddenly opened the door and said to her.
"Oh." Ranran quickly got up and realized that what she was wearing was his shirt. The shirt was longer than her thighs and was empty underneath. She had no clothes here. She washed her panties last night.
Mr. Duan came back from buying new toiletries, and after washing himself, breakfast was already laid out.
She went over to hug him: "Zhi'an, you are so kind."
Mr. Duan especially enjoyed her embrace. He put his hand on the back of her waist, slid it all the way down, and then gave it a squeeze.
"Don't..." His hands were so bad that he even lifted up his clothes.
Mr. Duan let her go at the right time and asked her to have breakfast first.
After breakfast, he put away his things and then looked at his panties. Sure enough, they were done, but as soon as she brought them in, Mr. Duan came over and hugged her.
"Zhi'an..." Although it was the weekend and she had nothing to do, she couldn't do such a thing in one day.
"Hmm." He unbuttoned the two buttons of her collar and kissed her. He squeezed her cute round buttocks back and forth with his hands, then buckled them tightly, keeping him close to him.
"Zhi'an..." Ran Ran was in his arms. The light in the living room was too bright. Although she had done this before, she was still shy.
"Call my husband to come and listen." Mr. Duan kissed her collarbone and said in a hoarse voice.
"None of them." She murmured.
"Sooner or later it will be." He said firmly.
Ranran's heart skipped a beat, he raised his head, their eyes met, and then they kissed each other heavily.
They hung out in the house all afternoon, but Mr. Duan was very well-planned. He knew that he was going to his future mother-in-law's house for dinner in the evening, so he carried her downstairs at four o'clock.
The two of them bought fruits, and Mr. Duan asked someone to prepare cigarettes and wine, and drove to her house.
As soon as she entered the house, she noticed that the house had changed a lot. Her mother had obviously done a thorough cleaning and tidied up the house thoroughly. It looked clean and tidy. She thought that her father and mother might not be too enthusiastic about Young Master Duan.
But when his mother saw him, her eyes burst into laughter, full of enthusiasm and satisfaction.
"Of course, you peel oranges for Zhi'an." Her mother went to the kitchen to be busy and winked at her.
"Oh." Ranran sighed, feeling that it had been so many years that he had been treated like this at home. Even when she saw a bouquet of daffodils in a vase that had not been used for a long time on the coffee table, she patted her forehead and said to him,
"You are treated like a VIP."
Mr. Duan smiled, got up and went to the kitchen: "Auntie, how about I do it?"
"No need." Zhao Qing hurriedly waved his hand, "No need, you don't need to come, just sit and wait for dinner!"
"Of course, you take Zhi'an to your room to play."
"oh."
Mr. Duan was very interested in going to her room, and the two of them got into her small room. The two of them looked at photos together, including those from her college days, and many of them from her time in Manchester City.
There aren't many photos of them together, but the ones at Windsor Castle have always been treasured by Ranran. When he saw the photo of them kissing together in her photo album, Mr. Duan's eyes softened.
"I've been keeping it, where's yours?" Ranran asked him.
Mr. Duan took out his cell phone and finally pulled out the photo, which he had kept hidden in his cell phone.
Ranran smiled, and then said with a bit of bad intentions: "Do you dare to set this photo as your desktop?"