After rebirth, he was favored by the CEO

Mu Yiyi rolled her eyes and stood up from his arms and walked to the bed.

"You really..."

"what?"

Mo Jingyu followed her and lay down, hugging her who was already lying down.

"It's really shameless."

"Thanks for the compliment."

How can anyone take these words as a compliment?

Suddenly, Mo Jingyu's cell phone rang suddenly.

Mo Jingyu picked it up, looked at it, then put it down, and continued to hold Mu Yiyi in his arms to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

"Who, why didn't you answer?"

"Nothing, just a secretary."

Mu Yiyi sat up and picked up the phone and handed it to him: "Take it, just in case the secretary really has something to do with you."

"The female secretary doesn't mind either?"

Mu Yiyi raised her eyebrows: "Then you have to listen to what you have to say."

With that said, he opened the phone for Mo Jingyu to answer the call. Mo Jingyu consciously turned on the speaker for Mu Yiyi to listen.

"Hey."

"Mr. Mo, it's me, He Jingjing."

"I know. Just tell me if you have anything to say."

"Mr. Mo, you haven't been in the company all day today. I think if you encounter anything and need my help, please feel free to ask. I am obligated to do so."

Hearing this, Mu Yiyi's head was filled with black lines and she looked up at him with squinted eyes.

What does this mean? Did Mo Jingyu need help from his female secretary when something happened, or was his love rival coming to provoke him?

After a brief thought, Mu Yiyi felt that the latter was more likely.

Mo Jingyu noticed her expression, pinched her face, and kissed her forehead gently.

"My business has nothing to do with you."

He Jingjing over there didn't feel embarrassed at all, but continued on her own, "As long as it's okay. Mr. Mo, Grandma Mo's birthday is coming up in the past two days. I would like to ask you what gift you think I should give you."

"Just think about it yourself, there's no need to tell me."

"But Mr. Mo, I don't have much contact with Grandma Mo. I don't know what Grandma will like. What if she doesn't like the gift I gave her?"

"This is something you need to consider, not something I need to consider."

He Jingjing felt Mo Jingyu's cold attitude. Last time she accidentally heard Mo Jingyu talking to Mu Yiyi on the phone, it was not in such a cold tone.

"But Mr. Mo, I..."

She mustered up the courage to say something else, but suddenly she heard Mo Jingyu's voice coaxing Mu Yiyi in a low voice on the other side of the phone, and then heard the other party hang up the phone without hesitation.

Why, she has liked him for more than ten years, and the person who stays by his side cannot be her. His hand dropped to her side and squeezed...

"Mr. Mo, what does grandma like?"

Mu Yiyi's weird thoughts came to mind, and she imitated He Jingjing's tone and lay on top of him, sliding her fingers on the bridge of his nose.

"I guess if grandma can hold her great-grandson in her arms, she will love it."

Mu Yiyi slapped him angrily: "Isn't this up to the president of Mo University? I'm sleepy, go to sleep."

After saying that, he lay down and turned his back to him.

Mo Jingyu moved next to her, and she moved when he moved.

Helpless, Mo Jingyu held her in his arms with a wave of his long arm.

"Jealous?"

"No. It has nothing to do with you that she called you. Besides, I don't know what my man is like?"

"The He family and the Mo family are family friends, and I have to give him the respect of the He family's grandfather."

When Mu Yiyi heard this, she turned around and raised her eyes to look at him: "Does Tangtang Mo Jingyu still need to give face to others? As agreed, you are not allowed to get too close to her, and no physical contact is allowed no matter what. "

"Okay, that's it?"

Mu Yiyi snorted angrily.

"Otherwise, I can't make a fuss with you over such unreasonable things. Besides, she likes you but you don't like her, so I have nothing to worry about."

In fact, he wanted to see Mu Yiyi angry, jealous and making a fuss about him.

After thinking about it, I still didn't say anything.

Knowing that Mu Yiyi would get sleepy easily, he just held Mu Yiyi in his arms and gently patted her back to coax her to sleep.

In the early morning, Mu Yiyi's mobile phone placed by the bedside buzzed and vibrated.

A slender, fair hand with well-jointed bones poked out from the white silk quilt. However, the man picked up the phone one step ahead, opened it for her and put it thoughtfully to her ear.

"Sister. Grandma Mo's birthday is coming soon. Have you thought about what gift to give her?"

Mu Yiyi's eyes were so sleepy that she couldn't open them. It was only around seven o'clock in the morning. Maybe this person was sick!

After being woken up, Mu Yiyi's mind was a little confused, and her only remaining sense told her that Mu Nanyi was going to become a monster.

He didn't answer her question and asked her calmly: "What's wrong?"

"Sister, I heard that Grandma Mo likes calligraphy and painting very much. Dad happens to have a collection of calligraphy and painting from many years ago. I begged dad for a long time and he finally agreed, so I called you quickly. Sister, are you free today? If so, I’ll go find you and bring you the calligraphy and painting, okay?”

Mu Yiyi did not refuse, but changed the location to a coffee shop. She did not want Mu Nanyi to step into Ziyu Mountain again.

"Really going? Don't worry about grandma's gift, just leave it to me, eh?"

The phone was on speakerphone, and Mo Jingyu heard every word.

"Of course I want to go. We can't waste Munanyi's hard work."

"Do you still want to sleep?"

"Don't sleep."

Mu Yiyi rubbed her groggy eyes, clenched her hands into fists and stretched them to both sides, kicked up her legs and stretched.

As luck would have it, just as my legs were extended and retracted, my bent knees accidentally touched a place that shouldn't have been touched.

She suddenly felt something was wrong and immediately pulled her legs back, but Mo Jingyu's kisses had already fallen on her body densely.

"Morning is when a man experiences his most energy. Don't try to light a fire in the morning."

The lips of the two people touched, and Mu Yiyi took advantage of the gap to speak inarticulately: "I really, no, didn't mean it..."

"late."

In desperation, Mu Yiyi put her hand against him: "You will be late for work."

"I'm the boss, who dares to say I'm late."

In the end, Mo Jingyu, who was supposed to arrive at the company at 08:30, was late all morning.

It was already past ten o'clock when Mo Jingyu came out of the bathroom with an exhausted Mu Yiyi in his arms.

I was supposed to get off work at noon at eleven o'clock, but finally decided to go to the company in the afternoon.

"Go down and I'll see you off?"

Mu Yiyi was on the bed, too tired to move a finger, letting Mo Jingyu take care of her.

"I don't want you to send me away. I want to go myself. Munanyi sees you like a hungry cat sees a mouse. I don't want you to see me off."

Mo Jingyu laughed softly, turned to the cloakroom to get her clothes, and put them on her one by one from the inside out.

"Don't worry, not all cats can catch my mouse."

"That's right, you can only be mine."

"Well, it can only be yours."

"I want to eat seafood noodles."

"it is good."

"You did it."

"it is good."

Mo Jingyu didn't struggle and went downstairs without saying a word.

If she could eat delicious food made by Mo Jingyu at the end of every time, then she wouldn't mind exercising more and cooperating more with the energetic Mo Jingyu.

Mo Jingyu walked to the kitchen, where the chefs were busy.

"You guys go and take a rest first, and leave the kitchen to me first."

Several people looked at each other, what's going on?

"Mr. Mo, what are you..."

The leading master hesitated, not understanding what Mo Jingyu meant.

"My wife wants to eat noodles. I'll just make her a bowl. You go and have a rest first."

Mr. Mo cooks the food himself?

Is it because my husband is dissatisfied because of their poor skills or their attitude?

"Mr. Mo, we can take care of such a small matter."

The masters looked embarrassed. After all, Mo Jingyu gave them a good salary and benefits. If they were fired because of poor service, where would they find such a good job?

Mu Yiyi, who secretly followed Mo Jingyu to the kitchen door, was a little amused when she saw the masters like this.

"You guys go and have a rest. I just want to eat Mr. Mo's cooking occasionally."

"Mrs."

Mu Yiyi nodded and told them to rest.

"Mr. Mo can cook? Will he burn down the kitchen?"