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"Do you dare turn your back to me? You think wearing a kitchen apron is enough?"

"I didn't ask you to see it, I was just blocking the wind."

Jiang Wanfeng seemed to be doing it on purpose; her voice became much more delicate, and she deliberately exhaled with each sentence—not a soft breath, but a gentle, orchid-like breath...

If this were married life, it would indeed be quite comfortable. Having a very sensitive and shy wife who likes to work in the kitchen wearing practically no apron, despite having terrible cooking skills, simply waiting for her husband to come to the kitchen and choose the "food" to taste...

"Lin Mo, you're swallowing your saliva, that's so lewd."

Jiang Wanfeng twisted around his waist.

"The fish I bought here is so fresh that my mouth is watering."

"You're lying! The fish isn't even cooked yet, it's all fishy, ​​and you're still drooling!"

"It's okay, I just like fishy food."

"..."

Jiang Wanfeng was stunned for a moment. At that moment, Lin Mo turned his head and looked directly at her.

She realized something and her face instantly turned bright red.

"nausea!"

The haughty girl ran out as if fleeing, but because she was really afraid that he would see everything, she could only quickly back away from him, waiting to avoid his gaze before darting back into the bedroom.

Lin Mo heard a muffled thud from the bed, followed by Jiang Wanfeng's whimpering and fussing.

The girl's affection always subtly seeped into his heart like honey, and Jiang Wanfeng increasingly understood the boundary and difference between being willful and being spoiled.

You can really feel her cuteness in everyday life now, instead of the way she expresses her emotions as before.

"Ring ring ring..."

The phone rang again. Lin Mo sighed, wiped his hands, and picked it up.

[Ranbao]: When are you coming home? Qingran will have a meal ready for you.

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The picture shows a girl posing with a large table of ingredients. Shen Yanxi is making a peace sign in the distance and smiling brightly, while Li Qingran, who occupies half the screen, has a blank expression.

Lin Mo thought for a moment and replied, "Around ten o'clock."

Li Qingran replied with an "okay," and then there was no further communication.

Yesterday, Li Qingran was unusually quiet. I wonder if she noticed something. She seemed to have returned to the obedient and lovely person she was when we first met.

However, what rang was a telephone ringing. If Lin Mo wasn't mistaken,

At this time, the phone kept ringing, all from Hu Yu'en, who had been bombarding him with calls since last night.

Because Lin Mo was the first to tell her the truth, the fox, who had just been pampered, couldn't accept it at all.

Opening the chat history with Hu Yu'en, his message stopped at "I've made up my mind, it's about the person I like."

The following chat log shows Hu Yu'en initially acting cute and charming, then becoming confused when he didn't reply, followed by panicked rambling, and then launching into a barrage of phone calls...

I've put my phone on silent, so it's not a good time to reply right now. Jiang Wanfeng hasn't explained things clearly yet.

Lin Mo guessed that given the fox's current state, it would probably come and block the door.

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace considerably. Although it was just a meal he had with Jiang Wanfeng, it had a bit of a "last supper" feel to it.

You have to put some effort into it.

In the blink of an eye, the morning had passed. At noon, Jiang Wanfeng bothered him again for a while, then he went to wash the sheets from last night, and ate some desserts that Lin Mo had made to fill his stomach.

Their New Year's Eve dinner didn't begin until three or four in the afternoon.

"Are you sure your aunt and uncle won't come back? They're not coming back for such an important day?"

Lin Mo placed the dishes on the table.

"They're going back to their hometown, but I'm not going back."

Jiang Wanfeng said calmly, her eyes filled with the aroma of the New Year's Eve dinner, completely unaware that not spending the New Year with her parents was, in a way, a form of filial piety.

"It's so good to be with you," she suddenly added sweetly.

The girl tilted her head slightly, and casually picked up a piece of the very "fishy" fish meat, using it to shut her up.

On a winter afternoon, the outside light was already close to that of a summer evening. The living room lights were on, casting the silhouette of her meticulously sculpted features onto the table.

Even its shadow is breathtakingly beautiful, but unfortunately it has a sharp, unforgiving mouth, which can only be shut up when it's eating.

"Hey, why did you make so many snacks, and so many glutinous rice cakes..."

"Keep it for you to eat over the next few days."

"Oh..."

The girl nodded blankly, oblivious to the suspicious detail. Blushing, she picked up a piece of abalone and put it in her own bowl, then, after a moment's thought, placed it in Lin Mo's bowl.

"Here, have some. I don't like this."

I suspect you're implying something to me.

"No way! You pervert!"

After calming down and eating about half a bowl of rice, Jiang Wanfeng gradually became irritable, tapping her chopsticks rudely against the bowl and gently kicking him with her little feet under the table.

"Hey, say something."

"What did you say?" Lin Mo asked without looking up. He had been eating for a while, but he hadn't actually eaten much. He had been picking and choosing foods that wouldn't fill him up, because he had to rush to another New Year's Eve dinner later.

They might even have to make two trips.

"Tch, pretending not to know what's going on." Jiang Wanfeng grumbled in dissatisfaction, as if she wanted to yawn, but then she remembered that today was a special day and everyone should be happy, so she held back.

"Then why are we eating so early today?"

It's already dark.

"It gets dark early in winter, but it's not late."

"We can't even finish a meal before going to bed..." Jiang Wanfeng thought to herself.

"because..."

Lin Mo looked up and saw the girl's incredibly earnest and expectant eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, feeling dazed. Did he really have to do this?

But... now that I'm being soft-hearted, that ideal of a happy family is even harder to achieve. We've done so many intelligence simulations, and this is the only way, and it's the only option...

He gambled that the girls couldn't live without him, provided the bet was even placed on the table...

The bet is placed,

They need to adapt in advance and compromise with each other; otherwise, not only will Lin Mo feel suffocated, but the girls will also be forever trapped in an abyss of mutual exclusion and hatred...

It's incredibly difficult to say it to a girl who has given him almost her entire being, body and soul; it's like having a lump in your throat...

"Because of what?"

"I've found a place to live."

"Huh? What does that have to do with anything... You're still buying a house?"

"I found it yesterday."

"Hmm? You were nowhere to be seen all day yesterday, looking for a place to live?"

"Ah."

"Ha..." Jiang Wanfeng instinctively wanted to laugh out loud, but she felt it was absurd.

But upon seeing Lin Mo's dimmed gaze, she was momentarily stunned.

"You... are moving away?" Jiang Wanfeng suddenly felt her hands and feet were ice-cold, and an indescribable chill was creeping into her heart through her limbs.

"That's how it is." Lin Mo picked up his chopsticks, and whether out of guilt or something else, placed a piece of meat into the girl's bowl, and began to mutter to himself:

“The snacks are all your favorites. There are many ready-made bento boxes in the refrigerator. You can just heat them up and eat them. You don’t have a talent for cooking, but you always like to go into the kitchen. I bought you one of those molds to cut vegetables so you won’t have to use a knife and you won’t cut your hand.”

"If you want to cook, use an induction cooker and a frying pan. They're very light and you won't have trouble carrying them."

"The hairdryer is on the bathroom partition. Remember to come out to dry your hair. The bathroom is very humid and can cause short circuits. If there is a power outage, take the candles you usually use to pray to Buddha. If there is a water outage, go downstairs. There will be water in the water room on the first floor."

"Leftovers should be placed in the first compartment of the refrigerator and wrapped in plastic wrap. If they are more than two days old, they should be thrown away and not eaten."

"Wear more clothes in winter, don't always go barefoot or with your bottom exposed. Wash clothes in the washing machine, wash underwear separately from clothes, wash bed sheets separately, turn off the water heater at night and turn it on in the morning to save on electricity, and don't leave tissues on the bed as they breed bacteria..."

"Then, under your pillow, there's a red envelope. It's the New Year's money I've saved for you. I know you're being stubborn and not going back to your hometown, so Auntie didn't give you any New Year's money this year. You can use the money I gave you to buy something you like."

"Finally, remember to go to bed early."

He put down his chopsticks, making a crisp sound as he tapped them on the table.

"I'm stuffed."

Lin Mo finished speaking in one breath, his pace varying slightly, but without pausing. He also felt a lot of reluctance and concern, after all, Jiang Wanfeng was leaving him and often made small mistakes in her life...

She's a total idiot beauty, no exaggeration.

But at this moment, the foolish beauty's face was ashen, her gloom completely robbing her of any radiance. The chopsticks she gripped tightly were poked in the center of the bowl, mashing the piece of meat Lin Mo had just placed for her into a bloody pulp...

The juices from the splattered minced meat splashed onto her cheeks, but she didn't react.

Lin Mo looked at her calmly, feeling a pang of sympathy.

He wouldn't be surprised if Jiang Wanfeng pulled out a kitchen knife and tried to chop him up at that moment.

"Because of whom, Li Qingran?" she suddenly asked, her voice chillingly cold.

"No."

"Don't lie to me, Lin Mo."

"I do have someone I like, so..."

"It's that bitch Li Qingran!"

"No, calm down first..."

"How can you expect me to stay calm!" Jiang Wanfeng looked up. The cat, who should have been laughing and enjoying the joy of New Year's Eve, now seemed to be suffering immense pain, its face streaked with tears. Tears almost instantly filled its eyes, dripping in streams, forming a continuous flow of tears...

The cat stared at him pitifully, resentfully, and helplessly; tears and the man seemed to have become two separate images, neither able to control the other.

Lin Mo was stunned, for the first time having a concrete image of the phrase "tears streaming down her face."

His lips trembled involuntarily as he told himself that he should say it.

“Hu Yu’en,” he said.

"I like her."

Chapter 165 Forget Jiang Wanfeng, love me, okay?

After a lingering silence filled with lingering fear.

"you're lying."

Jiang Wanfeng chose not to believe it. The moment Lin Mo stood up, she grabbed his arm and then wrapped her whole body around him.

"You're joking, you're teasing me, aren't you?"

The girl's lips trembled incessantly, like ripples on the surface of water.

"It's New Year's Eve today, don't do this, I'm so scared."

A cat with a twisted personality and lack of love will always be wary of everyone. She is adept at arching her back, baring her sharp claws, and is like a spring that has been compressed to its limit, ready to unleash extreme emotions at any moment.

Fortunately, the owner can use gentleness and love to tame her in daily life. The still-wild cat will occasionally scratch her owner in a fit of anger, but once she realizes what's happening, she will immediately lie down on the ground, exposing her warm, white belly, and meowing to express her unspoken apology.

If you gently rub her belly, the cat will carefully and guiltily lick the wound she accidentally scratched you.

Because she loves her owner so much, yet retains such a primal, fierce wildness, she will not welcome the arrival of a second cat, treating the home and her owner as her possessions, and possessing a vigilant sense of territory.

Unless, of course, they find a fox who is just as quick-witted and vigilant as she is, but a hundred times more cunning and adept at flattery and coquetry.

The cat didn't understand.

She had only learned the art of acting cute from the fox, trying to use the beauty in her eyes to mask her panic.