"Humph!" Su Rui turned her head, making it clear that she did not want to bother with her cousin Li Xueli.

Li Xueli was not angry, and only smiled awkwardly at Gong Wan’er, and said: "My parents and her parents are divorced, and I was divorced a while back, so Su Rui is a little extreme, do not mind it, from the looks of it, you know that your husband loves you, and is working so much, I probably want to keep it in my pocket!"

Gong Wan’er was also a little embarrassed, after all they had just met, divorce and other private matters were considered awkward to begin with, but looking at Li Xueli's indifferent look, Gong Wan’er had the illusion that he was overthinking it.

Especially after hearing Li Xueli's teasing, the originally awkward Gong Wan’er instantly became embarrassed. Bringing her wife to work or something like that, was like a bunch of dog food.

"I was bored at home, and he gave me a gym card for me to exercise, so I work with him every day."

Hearing that, Su Rui's eyes immediately lit up, and she laughed: "This is for the best, watching over him everyday, making it so that Little Three, Little Four and Little Four have no reason to hound him!"

Li Xueli smiled helplessly at Gong Wan’er, "My cousin is about to be tricked."

Gong Wan’er didn't mind it much. Although her parents weren't divorced, she was still unhappy about marrying her stepmother. She could understand Su Rui's feelings, especially the fact that there was more than one divorced family by her side.

The three of them sat and chatted for a while, drank coffee, and then went to the nearby shopping malls. Most probably, they had followed Li Xueli, who had a habit of shopping, and Gong Wan’er also bought a few sets of clothes, some for himself and some for Mo Zhaoyun.

Until Mo Zhaoyun's call came in, the three of them finally went back to their own homes.

After returning home, Gong Wan’er took out the newly bought clothes from his pocket as if he was offering a treasure, and brought it in front of Mo Zhaoyun: "I bought clothes for you, how about it, do you like it?"

Because Mo Zhaoyun's clothes were almost all formal, Gong Wan’er bought a set of casual clothes, a set of sports clothes, and even matching shoes.

"Yes." Mo Zhaoyun glanced at it, his expression indifferent, but his expression very gentle. "Why did you think of buying clothes for me?"

"Although you look good in a suit, you'll get tired of it after watching it for a while. That's why you need to change your clothes and wash my eyes!" Gong Wan’er playfully blinked his eyes, took his clothes to the bathroom and threw it into the washing machine.

"Really!" Mo Zhaoyun smiled meaningfully and followed Gong Wan’er into the bathroom, blocking her from the sink.

"What for?" Gong Wan’er raised his head and looked at Mo Zhaoyun's malicious smile. He glared and had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Fuck you!" Mo Zhaoyun lowered his head and fiercely kissed Gong Wan’er's captivating red lips. His warm big hands touched her back as he swiftly unzipped them and took off her skirt.

"Wait, uh .." Gong Wan’er pressed both hands on Mo Zhaoyun's chest, wanting to push her away, but his entire body was weak and he did not have the strength to do so.

"Obediently wash your eyes!"

As Mo Zhaoyun kissed her, he mumbled some vague words, took off all his troublesome clothes, and casually threw them aside as he hugged his wife, who was soft and smooth, and started to love him.

"Bastard..."

Gong Wan’er was gasping for breath, her back leaning on the cold sink, as though her body was on fire.

As a result of the ruckus, Gong Wan’er was unable to eat dinner in the end, and he was unable to wake up on time the next morning either.

"Beast!" Gong Wan’er carried his blanket and sat on the bed. Although his body was refreshed, the aching pain was something that could not be ignored. As he rubbed his stomach, Gong Wan’er felt weak and weak, "So hungry."

There was already breakfast on the table, all he needed to do was put it in the microwave to warm it up and eat it. After Gong Wan’er went downstairs to eat breakfast, his body was still sore and sore, and he did not plan to go back to the company.

"Let's go home to eat after work."

Gong Wan’er sent Mo Zhaoyun a message and went out to buy vegetables at the supermarket.

When he entered the elevator, he saw a young boy inside. It was rare for Gong Wan’er to remember a child that he had met before, he immediately recognized that the child was Chu Ning's son, Zi Xuan.

"Auntie." When Xuan Xuan saw that Gong Wan’er had actually taken the initiative to greet her, he obviously remembered her.

Gong Wan’er entered the elevator and pressed on the first floor. He looked at Xuan Xuan and realised that his arm had been cut by something, and had stopped bleeding.

"How did you get injured?" Gong Wan’er crouched down and looked at Xuan Xuan's arm carefully. He realized that the wound was not deep, but it was a little long.

Xuan Xuan pursed his lips, uneasily looked at Gong Wan’er, lowered his eyes and replied softly: "I accidentally got injured."

Just by looking at Xuan Xuan's expression, one could tell that he was not telling the truth, but Gong Jianuo would never tell the truth even if he was injured when he was young, so Gong Wan’er did not think much of it.

"You came from home?" After Gong Wan’er finished asking, he realized that it was not the time to get off work yet, and that there was no one at home, so he looked at Xuan Xuan's wound and asked gently: "Auntie, can I bring you to the pharmacy to treat your wound?"

Xuan Xuan raised his head to look at Gong Wan’er, and obediently nodded, "Mn."

Gong Wan’er smiled slightly, and after going downstairs, he took Xuan Xuan to the pharmacy outside the small district.

After taking care of his wounds, Gong Wan’er then took Xuan Xuan to the supermarket to buy a few things before returning home.

Because Xuan Xuan said that there was no one at home, Gong Wan’er thought that it was not safe for children to stay at home by themselves. Even if they did not know Chu Ning, she would bring him home.

Gong Wan’er put away all the things he bought, washed some fruits and placed them on the tea table in the living room, turned on the TV, gave the remote control to Xuan Xuan and smiled: "You can watch TV, there are fruits and snacks here, take whatever you want to eat."

Xuan Xuan sat straight up on the sofa, raised his cute little face and looked at Gong Wan’er, asking softly: "Auntie, do you want to cook?"

"Right, what's wrong?" Gong Wan’er had a very good impression of the well-behaved child, and his expression was especially gentle.

"Let me help auntie wash the dishes." As Xuan Xuan said this, he got off the sofa and prepared to follow Gong Wan’er to the kitchen.

"No need, Auntie can do it herself." Gong Wan’er laughed and rubbed Xuan Xuan's head, "You are not even as good as the altar."

"It's okay, Auntie. I can step on the stool." Xuan Xuan was very persistent, his cute face full of seriousness.

Gong Wan’er looked at Xuan Xuan's serious face and could not bear to refuse. After thinking for a bit, he agreed, "Alright then."

"Auntie, I will wash the dishes clean." Xuan Xuan clenched his fist and said seriously.

Gong Wan’er smiled and did not say anything. In his heart, he still liked Xuan Xuan who was a clever and obedient child, he was not mischievous like what Chu Ning had said.

There were no small stools in the house, so Gong Wan’er poured a bowl of clean water on the ground for Xuan Xuan to wash.

Maybe because he often washed vegetables at home, although Xuan Xuan was young, he did things seriously. Not only did he wash the vegetables, there weren't many water stains on the ground.

"Xuan Xuan, do you often help your mother wash vegetables at home?" Gong Wan’er was very curious. A woman as gentle as water like Chu Ning should be someone who dotes on her child.

Gong Wan’er cut open the meat with his head lowered. He did not see Xuan Xuan's body go stiff the moment he heard these words.

"Such a good child." Gong Wan’er raised his head to look at Xuan Xuan and smiled. Thinking that he would also have such a cute and obedient child in the future, he felt as if his heart was going to melt.

"Auntie, can I play with you if I have nothing else to do in the future?" Xuan Xuan held onto the flow stage with her small hands, and raised her head to look at Gong Wan’er in anticipation.

He couldn't bear to refuse it so he smiled gently and replied: "Alright, in the future, when aunty is home, you can come over. However, Auntie will come to the company sometimes, and I won't always be at home."

"No problem, I'll come back when auntie is home." Xuan Xuan replied obediently.

Gong Wan’er felt that Xuan Xuan was too adorable. Although he was only a seven or eight year old child, he was still a little adult.

Thus, when Mo Zhaoyun returned home, he saw his beautiful wife and a little boy sitting in front of a television watching cartoons. He was laughing so hard that tears flowed out of his eyes.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Gong Wan’er got up, walked to the profound entrance, threw herself into Mo Zhaoyun's embrace, and said in a tender voice: "Summoning Yun, you're back."

"How are you feeling?" Mo Zhaoyun looked at his lively wife and felt that the question he had asked was basically just nonsense.

Gong Wan’er slightly paused, a crafty look flashing past his eyes, "I'm still a little sore, just press your hand on me tonight."

Obviously, he still held a grudge.

Mo Zhaoyun naturally remembered what he said before about wanting his wife to massage him. Hearing her words, he doted on her and gently bit her soft lips, saying hoarsely, "At that time, don't beg for forgiveness."

"I'm talking about massage." Gong Wan’er's eyes opened wide, emphasizing his point.

Mo Zhaoyun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile that was not a smile, "Of course it's a massage. What are you thinking about?

Gong Wan’er's face was flushed red. She snorted and pushed Mo Zhaoyun away, walking into the living room.

Mo Zhaoyun saw that Xuan Xuan, who was sitting in the living room and looked extremely nervous, slightly raised his brows and looked at Gong Wan’er, "What's going on?"

If he remembered correctly, this child should be Chu Ning's son. How could he be at home?

"I met him in the elevator. His arm was injured, and there was no one at home. So I took him to the pharmacy to treat his wounds and brought him home."

Hearing that, Mo Zhaoyun looked at Xuan Xuan, without saying anything, he went straight to his room to change, and Gong Wan’er went into the kitchen to cook.

Xuan Xuan sat on the sofa alone. He seemed to be a little uneasy, his back was ramrod straight, his small hands clenched into fists on his knees as he stared straight at the television.

Mo Zhaoyun changed into his house clothes and saw the nervous look on the little boy's face. He felt that it was rather interesting and smiled, ignoring the little fellow, he went straight to the kitchen.

Gong Wan’er had already prepared everything beforehand, now all he needed to do was to fry them a bit and it would be ready for eating.

Mo Zhaoyun stood behind Gong Wan’er, and his gaze landed on the frying pan, "Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs."