After the car drove for a while, Tang Suiyu finally cald down and suddenly asked, "Brother Bei, why did you park illegally?"
"For convenience. It’s just a fine! Didn’t expect to park so long though!" Jin Mobei leaned back leisurely, "Little Sui Sui, you need to learn to adapt. It’s just a fine!"
"Don’t teach bad habits! I’m a law-abiding citizen!" Tang Suiyu’s lips were red and shiny, like cherries about to drip juice.
"Right, our Little Sui Sui is law-abiding. I’ll do the non-law-abiding things. Brother Bei will be in Jing City for a while, so I’ll cover for you. If you get into trouble, I’ll take the bla!"
"No need. If she gets into trouble, I’ll handle it. No need for Mr. Jin to worry." Ye Gushen said coldly, his eyes serious as he looked ahead at the road.
"Hehe..." Tang Suiyu nodded repeatedly, "If I get into trouble, Uncle Ye will handle it. Brother Bei, just enjoy yourself!"
"I’m not here for fun. Work. The Tech Institute."
"I get it! Secret work, can’t disclose!" After all, she had done a lot of secretive things, so she understood the importance of confidentiality.
Despite staying abroad for ten years, Jin Mobei always loved hot pot, and preferred it particularly spicy.
In the Seven Degrees Spicy private room, Ye Gushen took an apron and tied it around Tang Suiyu, gently and naturally drawing close to her, "Drink so soup first, eat less spicy food."
"I know!" Tang Suiyu blinked at him and suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck playfully, pulling him close.
Ye Gushen’s handso face ended up against her chest, the soft touch, the faint dicinal scent, and a hint of a girl’s fragrance.
Oh my God!
She just wanted to tease him a bit, definitely didn’t intend for Ye Gushen to rest his face against her chest.
Panicking, she let go of him, her little face nervous and staring at him. If she wasn’t mistaken, there seed to be a faint smile in Ye Gushen’s eyes just now.
"Eat properly. We can ss around at ho!" Ye Gushen’s stern tone had a hint of reproach, but his cold handso face clearly showed his current delight.
"I wasn’t ssing around..." Her voice grew smaller, as if she was indeed ssing around a bit.
"Little Sui Sui is still as mischievous as ever." Jin Mobei’s voice was llow, and his speech was neither too fast nor too slow.
This affectionate tone made it seem like they had only been apart for ten days, not ten years.
Tang Suiyu smiled shyly, lowered her head, and casually took a sip of juice.
Oh no, she really might have upset Ye Gushen!
Thinking about his suppressed desire this morning, she felt timidity creeping in.
At twenty-eight years old, Jin Mobei’s dark blue suit perfectly highlighted his calm and restrained deanor. It seed he also had a slight cleanliness obsession.
The table, already very clean, was wiped over and over again by him with a silk handkerchief.
Ye Gushen’s gaze was indifferent, quickly shifting away, and throughout the al, he kept attending to Tang Suiyu’s needs.
"I’m feeling a bit hot, I don’t want to eat anymore. Uncle Ye, I want to eat the noodles you make!" Tang Suiyu pouted, looking at him pitifully.
Ye Gushen wiped the sweat off her face and stood up, "Wait for ."
"Huh? Here? We’re not going ho..." Are we going to make it here?
Her voice got smaller and smaller.
"Just borrowing the kitchen for a bit."
But are you sure the hot pot place has noodles?
Tang Suiyu watched him leave, resting her chin on her hand, looking like a little fangirl!
Uncle Ye is so handso!
"Snap out of it! Little Sui Sui! Doesn’t Brother Bei look handso?" Jin Mobei’s handso face suddenly appeared in front of her.
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