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Seeing so much soup in front of me, it's not good to drink it by yourself.

After Yuan Guxiang hesitated for a few seconds, she finally picked up a soup bowl that looked good, and then walked into the inner room with the soup bowl in hand.

When she walked to the door of the living room, she saw Hao Mohan who was originally sitting on the sofa, but now he had stood up and was standing in front of the French window with his back to her, making a phone call.

When talking with the other party, he spoke a series of fluent English. Although Yuan Guxiang could understand English, he spoke very fast, and what he heard were all business terms, so Yuan Guxiang simply didn't pay attention.

Because she didn't wear shoes when she walked in, she didn't make much noise when she walked, and Hao Mohan was still on the phone, so naturally she didn't notice that Yuan Guxiang had come behind him.

Soon, Yuan Guxiang walked into the living room, when she stopped in front of the living room table, she gently bent down and put the soup bowl she was holding on the table.

However, just when she had just put the soup bowl away, Hao Mohan suddenly turned around, and what caught his eye was the scene of Yuan Guxiang putting the soup bowl on the table intently.

"OK, see you next time!"

After saying this, Hao Mohan hung up the phone.

Just when Yuan Guxiang put down the soup bowl and was about to get up, Hao Mohan suddenly said, "Give me something to drink?"

After Yuan Guxiang put down the soup bowl seriously, she wanted to bend over and leave quietly, but she didn't want to, she just turned around when the voice behind her startled her.

She didn't expect Hao Mohan to find her.

Although she wanted to take advantage of Hao Mohan's ignorance of her visit and sneak a copy in, she didn't expect to be caught by him on the spot, which made her somewhat embarrassed.

She covered her surprised chest with one hand, and then stood up stiffly. After turning around, she pretended to be relaxed and smiled at Hao Mohan, "I can't finish it, so I'll give you one."

Yuan Guxiang deliberately said that it was not specially given to him, so as not to make him misunderstand.

After saying this, Yuan Guxiang turned around and wanted to leave, but the familiar voice behind him sounded again.

"Yuan Guxiang..."

It's rare to hear Hao Mohan calling his own name, and it's his full name, so Yuan Guxiang was somewhat surprised.

She turned her head in surprise, looked at Hao Mohan in confusion and asked, "En? What's the matter?"

"come over!"

After Hao Mohan finished speaking, he walked from the French window to the sofa and sat down.

Seeing Hao Mohan's actions, Yuan Guxiang blinked her eyes in confusion, and looked at him in astonishment. He let herself go, why?

Just as she was thinking in such a puzzled way, Hao Mohan who sat down on the sofa raised his eyes to look at her, seeing that gaze cast on him, Yuan Guxiang swallowed subconsciously.

I thought to myself, the past is the past, are you still afraid that you will not succeed if you eat me?

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath and walked over.

She stood stiffly beside Hao Mohan, and asked in confusion, "Why did you ask me to come here?"

After asking this sentence, Hao Mohan stretched out a slender palm, and patted the sofa beside him lightly. After gesturing to Yuan Guxiang, his hand climbed onto the back of the sofa seat, his movements were elegant and lazy .

After seeing Hao Mohan's actions, Yuan Guxiang frowned. She knew that Hao Mohan asked him to sit beside her. Seeing that he didn't speak, she didn't say anything, and sat beside him on the sofa.

However, just as she sat down, Hao Mohan's voice came from her ear again.

"Feed me soup!"

Yuan Guxiang just sat down on the sofa when she heard Hao Mohan's words. She widened her eyes in surprise and looked at him in astonishment. At the same time, she almost asked back without any hesitation,

"What? You asked me to—feed you?!"

When Yuan Guxiang asked this sentence, the last two words obviously aggravated the tone of the rhetorical question.

"kindness."

Compared to Yuan Guxiang's astonishment, Hao Mohan's expression remained calm, as if he was talking about something that couldn't be more normal.

"But... You are such an old man, do you still want me to feed you?"

Yuan Guxiang didn't expect Hao Mohan to make such a request at all. At this moment, she frowned and asked him in a speechless manner.

Anyway, since she was a child, she has never fed anything to a stranger. Although...he is her husband in name, he is still a familiar stranger to her.

Now as long as she thinks of feeding soup to Haomo, why does she feel awkward?

"Hey-I-drink-soup!"

Hearing Yuan Guxiang's rhetorical question, Hao Mohan still nodded indifferently. Not only did he not show the slightest expression, but he repeated it again. In Yuan Guxiang's eyes, he looked like a wayward child asking an adult to feed him soup. .

Hearing Hao Mohan's words, Yuan Guxiang's heart broke down.

"I don't want to feed it, no one has fed me soup yet!"

Yuan Guxiang turned her head away awkwardly, grabbed one side of the pillow and hugged it in her arms.

She had just finished saying this when a chuckle suddenly came from her ear.

Yuan Guxiang turned around in surprise, only to see a smile on his lips, and his eyes fell on the bowl of soup on the table.

From Yuan Guxiang's angle, one can only see his side face. Although his face cannot be seen clearly, the straight bridge of the nose, the perfect arc, and the faint smile on the lips all make him feel People think it looks good.

"what are you laughing at?"

Seeing him staring at a bowl of soup with a absent-minded smile, Yuan Guxiang couldn't understand and asked in confusion.

Just when she asked, Hao Mohan looked away from the bowl, and now turned his face to Yuan Guxiang's face, "I was thinking, since no one has fed you soup, why don't I give you soup? You are ready."

After saying this, Hao Mohan stretched his slender arms, picked up the bowl of soup, and made a gesture of holding the spoon to scoop up a mouthful of fragrant soup, and went towards Yuan Guxiang.

Yuan Guxiang heard Hao Mohan's words, saw his actions, and quickly leaned back to avoid, "No, no, I don't need you to feed me."

Obviously, she didn't expect Hao Mohan to do such a thing, and she was startled when she saw that he was about to feed her soup.

what?

Although it's awkward to feed Hao Mohan soup, Hao Mohan scares him when he feeds him soup, if she really drinks the soup he feeds, she thinks she can choke herself without taking a sip.

"No need?"

A faint rhetorical question, revealing a bit of displeasure.

Hearing Yuan Guxiang's refusal, Hao Mohan frowned slightly, then he stopped his movements, and when he put the soup bowl back on the table, his body also approached the sofa, and the sofa sank suddenly a bit.

"If you don't want me to feed you, then you can feed me. You can only choose one of the two options."