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A few minutes later, Sheng Yuan brought over a bowl of fragrant instant noodles and placed it in front of Lin Mingmo.

"It's a little hot, let it sit for a while."

As he spoke, he sat down on the carpet and blew gently towards the bowl of noodles.

Lin Mingmo looked at Sheng Yuan. From her perspective, Sheng Yuan's eyes were slightly drooping, and his eyes were submerged in the shadows cast by his eyelashes, making it impossible to see his expression.

But his nose bridge, skin, even pores and hair are so clear and soft.

Lin Mingmo was somewhat surprised that this cold and arrogant man in a high position had such a tender side that he could "make soup for himself".

What was even more surprising, of course, was that... she actually liked someone like this.

What was even more surprising was that compared to the previous situation where she was forcibly dragged into Sheng Yuan's plot, now, Lin Mingmo was actually writing the plot herself...

Although, the ending of the story is destined to be BE.

"Sheng Yuan." She called softly.

"Hmm?" Sheng Yuan responded.

"I..." Lin Mingmo suddenly became nervous, her fingers entwined tightly, "I feel it's fake."

"Hmm?" Sheng Yuan's tone rose, and he finally raised his eyes and looked at her.

He had changed from his usual cold and sharp demeanor to a gentle smile.

Lin Mingmo couldn't help laughing.

"Pinch me quickly." As she said that, Lin Mingmo slid down the sofa, sat on Sheng Yuan's legs, and put her face in front of him. "Pinch me, I want to know if I'm dreaming!"

Sheng Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and his deep eyes were lost in thought again.

He raised his hand and gently pinched Lin Mingmo's cheek.

"Why do you have such a question? Could it be that... I am in your dream?" He wrapped his fingers around a strand of Lin Mingmo's hair, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The slight pain in my cheek was very real.

Not a dream.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Mingmo rubbed his palm and deliberately avoided the obvious question.

If she said that she always thought about him, she would definitely be laughed at.

Lin Mingmo would never give Sheng Yuan any evidence.

She just raised her head and blew air towards Sheng Yuan's neck.

Then he watched Sheng Yuan's ears slowly turn red.

She did it on purpose.

"I remember you said..." Sheng Yuan stared at Lin Mingmo's eyes with a gloomy look and said in a hoarse voice.

"What did you say?"

Sheng Yuan's eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

"You hate me."

Lin Mingmo was so ashamed that she buried her face in his chest. "Nonsense...why do you remember something so clearly from such a long time ago?"

"And...and at that time..." Lin Mingmo was embarrassed to continue.

At that time, the shackles on her were very heavy, and she was full of hostility towards Sheng Yuan.

Really, I wish I could travel back to an era of advanced technology and use the one-click blocking function to block him forever so that he can never appear in front of me again.

Lin Mingmo told Sheng Yuan this idea truthfully.

Sheng Yuan was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Momo..." He shook his head, a trace of loneliness flashing in his eyes, "Do I really disgust you so much?"

"Really!" Lin Mingmo said in a resentful tone, "How could I have imagined that Fourth Master Sheng's pursuit method would be so persistent!"

"Oh..." Sheng Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a deep voice, "Then I should be thankful that technology is not very advanced in this era."

He lowered his eyes, looking a little hurt.

Lin Mingmo felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. Her previous words had intended to make him dislike her, but she hadn't expected that she would end up getting sucked into it instead...

"Don't talk about that." Lin Mingmo held his hand tightly.

His palm was broad, warm, and large. Even with both of Lin Mingmo's hands, it wasn't enough to completely cover her.

"Okay, I won't say anymore." Sheng Yuan agreed in a low voice, smiling cunningly.

He grabbed her wrist, pulled it to his lips, and kissed her hand gently, cherishing it extremely.

When everything was over, the sky was already slightly bright.

In the hazy morning light, Sheng Yuan's chuckle was particularly gentle.

"Go get some sleep." He coaxed softly.

It wasn't until Lin Mingmo closed her eyes and her breathing became even that Sheng Yuan sighed, "Lin Mingmo, it really feels like a dream."

"So... what do you want?"

*

The doorbell rings.

Sheng Yuan carefully pulled his arm out.

Lin Mingmo muttered unconsciously in her sleep, her brows furrowed slightly. Sheng Yuan couldn't help but stare at her a little longer, a smile etched across his face.

He walked barefoot to open the door.

As An Xun handed a large bag of food to Sheng Yuan, he couldn't help but glance at him out of the corner of his eye.

He was wearing a loose pair of pajamas, unkempt, with dense stubble around his lips and chin, but it still couldn't hide his radiance.

If An Xun had to use one word to describe Sheng Yuan's appearance, she could only say - "perfect".

Unlike the cold and aloof Mr. Sheng we usually see, the current Mr. Sheng has a layer of gentle glow. To use the popular Internet term now, it is the "husband feeling".

An Xun is also an adult. Seeing Sheng Yuan in this state, he naturally knew that his boss had a passionate and happy night last night, otherwise he would not have asked him to buy a lot of ingredients so early in the morning.

Her intuition told her that it was definitely not the hysterical "fiancée" she had met before. After all, the letter of breaking off the engagement had caused quite a stir last night.

Although An Xun was very curious about what kind of woman could win over the aloof and aloof Mr. Sheng, her professional ethics and personal character prevented her from crossing the line.

"By the way, President Sheng." An Xun spoke at the right time, "President Sheng can't contact you and has asked me several times. I always replied that I don't know where you are."

Sheng Yuan listened to this with an indifferent expression.

"I know. Go back to work and ignore anything that doesn't concern you."

"Got it." An Xun closed the door.

Sheng Yuan walked into the kitchen with the ingredients and turned on his phone which had been turned off all night.

In just a few minutes, hundreds of notification messages kept popping up, and the phone was hot to the touch.

Finally, when things calmed down a bit, Sheng Yuan called Sheng Changhong.

"Sheng Yuan! What are you doing? You're thirty years old, yet you're still acting like a young boy! Have you considered the consequences?"

Sheng Changhong's angry voice came from the phone.

Sheng Yuan turned on the speaker, put his phone on the table, and started fiddling with the ingredients An Xun brought.

At this moment, the only thing left in his mind was: Lin Mingmo must be starving because she didn't eat anything last night.