Mr. President is too paranoid

An Yan turned his head and glanced at Gu Mo, his eyes clearly said that you are indeed a rich young master who does not touch the sun, such eyes actually made Gu Mo feel a little embarrassed.

When An Yan opened the room, he asked for a single room, but Gu Mo said next to her, "A double room." An Yan turned around in astonishment: "What? You don't want to live here too, do you?"

Gu Mo shrugged: "Why not?" An Yan said speechlessly, "You're kidding Mr. Gu, shouldn't you live in a five-star hotel? There are Four Seasons not far from here, and Hilton..."

Gu Mo said: "I will live here, a double room." An Yan gritted his teeth and said: "No, two single rooms are fine, at most I will live next door to you."

Gu Mo said bluntly, "Everyone should give in. I want a business suite with two bedrooms." An Yan nodded helplessly, but when she handed over the credit card, Gu Mo had already handed over his credit card. Gave it to the front desk.

Regarding Gu Mo paying the bill, An Yan was not hypocritical enough to have an affair with him, and accepted the fact that the boss paid the bill with peace of mind, and then the two followed the waiter to the room.

Just like what An Yan said, although the scale of this hotel is far from that of the big hotels like Four Seasons and Hilton, and the rooms are relatively small, it has complete facilities and is clean and tidy. Gu Mo seems very satisfied.

"Take a break, Mr. Gu, when are you going back to China?" An Yan asked Gu Mo while taking out his luggage in the second bedroom, but Gu Mo's voice came from the master bedroom: "I will go back to China with you."

"Ah? You came out for two days just after returning to the Supermarket Group, isn't it good?" An Yan asked, and Gu Mo replied: "This is not something you worry about. I think there is no problem if there is no problem."

An Yan stuck out his tongue, and sure enough, the domineering president Fan came out again.

For the next two days, An Yan led Gu Mo around the place where he lived for several years during the day. Harvard University's law school is world-renowned, but the best is Harvard's business school. Gu Mo actually went to attend. One class, this made An Yan who was sitting with Gu Mo in the back row of the classroom very messy.

Two days later, An Yan's dissertation was successfully passed, and she had already obtained the qualification for the JD degree, but it would take some time to get the degree certificate, so An Yan and Gu Mo flew back to China together.

An Yan took the economy class when he came here, and he sat in the business class with Gu Mo when he went back. It really felt different, but An Yan was catching up on sleep along the way, and Gu Mo watched sitting next to him put on the An Yan, who was sleeping soundly with blindfolds, had an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the past two days, I accompanied myself to visit Harvard during the day and was busy with my dissertation at night. It seemed that this girl was very tired.

It was already afternoon when we returned to Gu Mo’s villa in China. Gu Mo was about to call to ask Mama Wu, a part-time worker, to come to the villa to cook, but An Yan stopped him: “Mama Wu finally took a few days off, so don’t bother her. gone."

Gu Mo stopped dialing and turned to look at An Yan: "Then let's go out to eat, which restaurant do you want to go to? For Chinese food, let's go to Tan's mansion, for Western food, Gus is good."

An Yan stuck out his tongue. The two restaurants that Gu Mo mentioned are the kind of luxury restaurants whose consumption is so high that An Yan gets dizzy. The official dishes in Tan’s mansion are very famous, but the price is also scary. Gus Needless to say, the authentic French restaurant with Michelin three-star chef, it is said that even the waiters inside are handsome French guys...

"Why do you want to go out to eat? Today, this girl cooks a few dishes by herself, so it's a celebration of Mr. Gu's reinstatement." An Yan said, Gu Mo's eyes showed a strange light: "Okay."

An Yan looked at the refrigerator with great interest: "Let me see what ingredients are there..." After seeing it, An Yan was speechless for a while: "Mr. Gu, your refrigerator is so empty..."

The huge refrigerator was empty, except for milk and beer, not even a tomato.

"Mama Wu buys fresh vegetables for cooking every day, so of course there is nothing in my refrigerator." Gu Mo said, "What should I do if there are no ingredients?"

An Yan snorted, "Go shopping." When the Mercedes Benz stopped at the entrance of the largest supermarket under the Shangchao Group, An Yan looked at Gu Mo speechlessly: "I really want to buy vegetables here. ah?"

Gu Mo frowned and said, "What? You are an employee of a supermarket, and you don't believe in the quality of the ingredients?" An Yan pouted, "But shouldn't you go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables..."

Despite what he said, An Yan and Gu Mo walked into the supermarket together, and then went straight to the fresh food area.

With Gu Mo's rich wallet as a base, An Yan immediately turned into a shopaholic, and started the shopping mode: "This, this, this..."

I bought a large piece of tenderloin from meat products, shrimp and fish from aquatic products, and a bunch of various vegetables and fruits from fruit and vegetable sales. If you recognize him, your jaw will drop in surprise, because Gu Mo not only has a rare smile on his face, but also pushes a shopping cart...

The sound of ding ding dong dong in the kitchen was the sound of intimate contact between kitchen knives and cutting boards. Gu Mo was never close to the kitchen, but this time he ran to the kitchen door from time to time to have a look. The busy figure wearing an apron gave Gu Mo an indescribable peace and joy in his heart, and he never felt this feeling since he was ten years old.

Braised fish, anchovy prawns, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, served with a few fresh and pleasant vegetables, and finally a pot of fragrant big bone soup.

All of them are the most common home-cooked dishes. Gu Mo looked at the table full of dishes, and took out a bottle of red wine and put it on the table. An Yan took the bottle of red wine over with a little curiosity and looked at it. It was not the familiar Ba Er Not Lafite, but a bottle of Mouton.

This bottle of French Mouton is older than Lafite in [-], and it is a [-] wine. If An Yan knew the value of this bottle of red wine, she would probably feel trembling, but now she doesn't I know, so when she took a sip of the dark red wine, she really didn't feel like drinking gold.

To An Yan, this meal didn't actually have much special meaning, but she didn't know how this meal had an impact on Gu Mo's heart.

Although Gu Mo's family was so wealthy when he was a child, his mother Wang Xin insisted on cooking by herself, but after he was ten years old, he never tasted food that made him feel like home.

This is also the reason why Gu Mo seldom eats out even though he lives alone, and prefers to eat home-cooked food prepared by part-time worker Wu Ma.But although Wu Ma's dishes tasted great, they couldn't make Gu Mo feel at home.

But the table of dishes cooked by An Yan today made Gu Mo feel as if he had eaten the dishes cooked by his long-lost mother. When this usually indifferent and calm man picked up a bowl of rice, An Yan was shocked to find that there was something in his eyes. Tears flicker.

An Yan looked at Gu Mo eating, and the softest part of her heart seemed to be gently twisted by something. At this moment, she had an urge to hug this man in her arms. It had nothing to do with the relationship between a man and a woman, but a kind of Warmth, a kind of tenderness.

After dinner, there was still half a bottle of red wine. When An Yan was packing up the dishes and cleaning the battlefield, Gu Mo sat there and kept looking at her. His gaze never left her side. When An Yan finished packing and took off his apron, Gu Mo picked up a glass of red wine and handed it to her: "Let's talk?"

An Yan pursed his lips and smiled, and the two of them sat on the floor of the living room and chatted. Even though there was a luxurious sofa next to them, they still sat on the floor.

When An Yan saw Gu Mo imitating himself and sitting on the floor, the first thought in his mind was that this guy is so serious about cleanliness, he wouldn't jump up screaming next.

But this scene didn't happen. Gu Mo and An Yan sat on the ground. They were far apart at first, but they leaned together while drinking and chatting.

"An Yan, your cooking skills are really good." Gu Mo asked casually, "You don't know how to be a chef, do you?"

An Yan let out a laugh, and stretched out his hand to push Gu Mo: "What, I also learned to be a chef. Let me tell you, I was forced out..."

Gu Moqi said: "You can be forced to cook? Who forced you?" An Yan laughed loudly: "When I was young, my parents divorced... At first I followed my mother, Later, my mother found another man, and I added younger brothers and sisters..."

"You know, my mother is a person who doesn't work hard and doesn't distinguish between five grains. Except for playing cards, I play cards. I was about five or six years old at that time, and I started cooking by myself..." An Yan ate, Gu Listening to An Yan's narration, Mo seemed to see a little girl standing on a bench busy on the stove.

"Later, my father found out with conscience and took me away from my mother..." An Yan said lightly: "He is a bachelor who can't even wash clothes. Cook and wash his clothes..."

Gu Mo reached out and touched An Yan's head. He didn't know why he would make such a move: "Your father didn't treat you well either..."

"It's not like that." An Yan defended his father: "My father just doesn't know how to take care of others. I follow him, at least I haven't been beaten..."

Gu Mo's eyes changed slightly: "Your mother still beats you?" An Yan giggled, "Why don't you beat me? Beat me and scold me if I lose at cards, beat me and scold me if I burn the rice, Brother and sister dirty their pants when they were young, they still beat me and scolded me..."

Gu Mo sighed: "Before I was ten years old, I was happier than you. At least my mother is a very gentle person. She never beat me and scolded me. Even if I was naughty, she would only criticize me softly... ..."

An Yan chuckled: "I'm quite envious of you, you are happier than me."