Chapter 2933: A Call From the Mo Residence
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
She knew that he was jealous.
She knew that he got upset every time Gong Zeli was mentioned.
Why did she have to be honest with him?
Couldnât she lie to him?
He couldnât really ask Madam Gong, anyway.
âHe and Madam Gong were just angry at each other. I called him to give hima
way out.â Qiao Mianmian glanced at Mo Yesiâs expression and deliberated over
her words. âI just conveyed Madam Gongâs intention. It was Madam Gong who
spoke to him.â
This meant that Gong Zeli agreeing to go back had nothing to do with her.
It wasnât because of her. Hence, she hoped that a certain jealous lover wouldnât get jealous again.
âThatâs all?â
She didnât know if Mo Yesi believed her, but she could tell from his tone.
As for his expression, it seemeda little better than before.
âYes.â Qiao Mianmian quickly nodded. âThatâs all. I only spoke less than five
sentences to him.â
âHmph, forget it this time.â âThe man snorted and pinched her slender waist
again. âIn the future, donât get involved in his matters. Moreover, this is an
internal matter of the Gong family, it has nothing to do with you.
âWhatever happens between them has nothing to do with you. If something
like this happens again, donât bother about it.â
âMm, I wonât bother about it in the future.â Qiao Mianmian was like an
obedient child. She listened to whatever Mo Yesi said. âI couldnât bear to see
Madam Gong cry so sadly this time.
âBut youâre right. This is between mother and son, it has nothing to do with
Anyway, I wonât interfere in other peopleâs business anymore.â
At least, she wouldnât bother about Gong Zeli anymore
Although she and Gong Zeli were innocent, since Mo Yesi minded it, shed
better keep a distance.
After all, family harmo
was more important than anything else.
Her husband was the most important.
Seeing that her attitude was very good, Mo Yesi finally didnât continue to be
cold towards her. His stern face also eased up a lot, and his thin lips curled up
slightly. âMm, Baby, good.â
Qiao Mianmian heaved a sigh of relief.
She wrapped her arms around the manâs neck and said coquettishly, âYou
havenât tried the pastries I made. Try them and see if they taste good. I spent
two whole hours making them. It was tiringâ
âAlright.â
Mo Yesi let go of her and opened the lunchb0x, taking out a green bean cake.
The lunchbox was heat-insulated, so the green bean calke was still warm.
Under Qiao Mianmianâs expectant gaze, Mo Yesi tooka bite of the cake.
âHow is it, is it good?â Qjao Mianmian blinked and waited for his comment.
âMm.â Mo Yesi swallowed the food and smiled. âThe sweetness is just right, not
bad.â
Qiao Mianmian was instantly happy. âI know you donât like it to0 sweet, soI
added just a little sugar. I didnât want to add any sugar at first, but I felt that it
wouldnât taste good if I didnât add any sugar at all.â
Mo Yesi had eaten all sorts of delicacies, so Qjao Mianmianâs culinary skills
naturally couldnât compare to those chefs who had served him before.
But he felt that his wifeâs pastries were the best in the world.
After Mo Yesi got off work, Qjao Mianmian was discussing with him what to
eat for dinner when someone from the Mo Residence called.
It was Uncle Zhang.
Qjao Mianmian watched as Mo Yesi picked up the call.