Chief Designer: Mr. Mo's warm and lovely wife

"It takes so long to take a shower, is this bathroom contracted by you?"

Hearing the voice of the demon behind him, Bingru hesitated to turn around, with one hand still on the door lock, and his waist facing the door.

Looking at the woman in front of her, she seemed to be nailed to the door of the bathroom.

"After I told you, did you become a puppet?" Mo Gu, who was lying on the bed as if watching a joke, asked again when Bingru didn't know whether to advance or retreat.

There is no way, Bingru had no choice but to turn around slowly, pursed her lips slightly, and said cautiously: "Well, I just finished taking a shower, and the light outside has been turned off, thinking that you have already fallen asleep, I don't dare to bother you..."

She was answered by soundless silence.

Mo Gu didn't answer her.

Because the lights had been turned off and the curtains were drawn, it was pitch black in the room.

In the darkness, Bingru could still subconsciously feel the man on the bed looking at her, and felt that she was standing there like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, waiting for the Ling Chi on the bed that might turn into a beast at any time...

After a while, Bingru timidly raised her head, which had been looking at the floor, and found that Mo Gu on the bed had turned around, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Bingru tiptoed to the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay down gently.

Bingru, who just lay down, felt nervous and cold all over, and didn't even dare to move. He could only silently pray in his heart that the demon on the other side would fall asleep quickly and not do anything to him.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Bingru gradually relaxed his vigilance, and drowsiness hit him.

An unexpectedly peaceful night.

The next morning the first rays of sunlight shone into the room, and when Bingru opened his eyes in a daze, Mo Gu who was lying far away on the other side of the bed last night had already disappeared.

Bingru smiled soberly, but fortunately, she passed the night safely.

After getting up and washing, Bingru started to repeat yesterday's work again.

Bingru thinks that my meal is ready and my obligations have been fulfilled, so whether to eat or not is your problem.

I made it today and you didn't eat it, okay.I will continue to do it tomorrow, and if you don’t eat it, I will do it again.You can never find anything wrong with me.

For the next few days, it was the same as that day.

During the day, Mo Gu went to work early, and Bingru got up and had breakfast, then started to do housework, choose ingredients, and cook.Always be able to pinch the timing just right, at the moment when Mo Gu walked in at night, the last dish was out of the pot, and Bingru, wearing an apron, arranged the dishes neatly one by one according to Mo Gu's preference, and then stood by the dining table and pulled the dishes away. Next to a chair, I respectfully waited for Mo Gu, who had just changed his shoes, to come to eat.Play yourself as a capable and obedient maid as much as possible, so that your boss and your young master have nothing to say.

However, Mo Gu always went upstairs without saying a word after glancing at Bingru and the food on the table.

Then, Bingru ate the food on the table by herself, packed up the tableware and went to Mo Gu's room after eating.

Mo Gu also always finished washing before Bingru came up, hugged his computer on the bed, and looked at the computer screen intently.

When Bingru came out of the shower, Mo Gu had already fallen asleep.

This was repeated for three days.

On the fourth night, the life that seemed to be replaying finally changed.

That night, Bingru, as usual, put the dishes out of the pot the moment Mo Gu came back, and walked to the dining table with the last dish, arranged the table of delicacies neatly according to Mo Gu's preferences, Beside the chair, clasped hands in front of the apron, waiting respectfully for Mo Gu to come to eat.

I thought that Mo Gu would still ignore Bingru and her hard-working dishes and go upstairs as usual, and then he could enjoy the delicious food on the table after he went upstairs...

However, after Mo Gu changed into his slippers at the door, he didn't go straight to the stairs, but turned around and walked towards the dining table where Bingru was. Realizing that Mo Gu's direction changed today, Bingru's breathing became tight...

Her eyes were still looking at the ground as always, she didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of the person who came, and she slightly pursed her lower lip, which was Bingru's habitual action when she was nervous.

Mo Gu walked to the dining table, sat down on the chair that Bingru had pulled out, and prepared to eat.

Although Bingru hates the man in front of him from the bottom of his heart, it is undeniable that his eating posture is really perfect, a model like a textbook.

From the posture of holding the tableware to the elegance of chewing food, it can be seen that this is a man who has received a good table education...

Bingru stood beside Mo Gu, not daring to vent his breath, as nervous as waiting for his subject teacher to judge his homework.

However, Mo Gu didn't say a word during the whole meal, and only slowly wiped his mouth with a napkin after eating.

No reviews, nothing.

Just sat down and had dinner.

It was as if the ice standing aside was like air.

Seeing that Mo Gu was about to get up, Bingru finally couldn't help asking: "Well, I want to ask if there is anything wrong with the food you cooked today?"

Hearing Bingru's question, Mo Gu looked up at her, and said his evaluation concisely and coldly: "It's too oily."

After speaking, he stood up and prepared to walk towards the stairs.

Bingru was about to sit down and eat leftovers when she heard Mo Gu on the stairs speak again.

The past few days have been resting in Mo Gu's bedroom. Although the bedmates do not share the same bed, they have hardly heard Mo Gu speak, let alone the language exchange between the two.Although I have been thinking about what to do to satisfy this man every day and every moment, and do the best I can think of, Mo Gu has never even said a word, which is really elusive well.Several times I wanted to ask myself when I would be free and reunite with my father, but I was afraid of igniting the powder keg, so I didn't ask.

Who would have thought that Mo Gu would take the initiative to speak up today, which surprised Bingru and saw a glimmer of freedom.

"I know what you think in your heart. I, Mo Gu, always mean what I say. If I am satisfied, I will let you go. You have been making rice, but it is not to my taste. When I am satisfied, you Just go."

After speaking, he opened the door and went back to the room without looking back.

After listening to Mo Gu's words, Bingru stood by the dining table in a daze for a long time.

The devil has taken the initiative to announce the answer to the question that has troubled him for so long.

That is to say, if the food is prepared according to his taste tomorrow, can't he leave?

There was a burst of excitement in Bingru's heart.

Sit down and have dinner, today's meal is really delicious!
After eating, she almost hummed a ditty and cleared away the tableware. After all, she is still a child who has not grown up, and she will not hide her inner joy at all when she has a little happiness.

After tidying up, Bingru went upstairs to Mo Gu's bedroom and opened the door. Mo Gu just took a shower as usual and sat on the bed with his notebook in his arms.

Because of his good mood, Bingru actually felt that the demon in front of him seemed much more pleasing to the eye than a few days ago, not so disgusting.

I took my bathrobe and went to the bathroom to take a shower.