Meeting You Is My Simple Happiness

Chapter 62 The identity of Ye Mu's husband!

Yao Rujun stared at Ye Shanhu earnestly, and asked aloud: "Are you kidding? This...how is it possible!"

She thought that Ye Mu had been able to get involved with Gu Yiming in the first place, it was already Ye Mu's lifelong blessing! Gu Yiming, a man with good conditions, can only be paired with her baby daughter Ye Qiyi! How could Ye Mu find a better man than her daughter!

"Dad, is it true?" Ye Qi was also anxious and asked hurriedly.

She was also annoyed in her heart. Before, Ye Shanhu took her to Mohs and tried to get her closer to Mo Shen. Thinking of the person she had tried hard to catch up with, she became the husband who hated women the most since she was a child, the jealousy in her heart was out of control.

Ye Shanhu pressed off the cigar in his hand, his tone was very unhappy: "Do you think I would make a joke about this kind of thing? How many Moshens in the whole city can have such aura? Except for him, it won't be anyone else."

"But... isn't it rumored that Shao Mo is not close to women?" Yao Rujun hurriedly walked to Ye Shanhu's side and asked anxiously. She only knew that Mo's head was called Mo Shao, but she didn't know Mo Shen's name.

"There is a fundamental difference between being clean and self-contained and not being close to female sex." Ye Shanhu narrowed his eyes, thinking carefully, and he could feel that Mo Shen took Ye Mu in his heart.

The more Mo Shen took Ye Mu seriously, the worse it was for Ye Family. If Mo Shen participated in the Ye Family Company, then Ye Shanhu wouldn't even think about taking his current position.

Yao Rujun, who heard what Ye Shanhu said, became more and more annoyed, and couldn't help gritting his teeth: "How could this be!"

Ye Mu is happy, Ye Shanhu is anxious, Yao Rujun is anxious, Ye Qimeng is anxious, and Ye Qiwen alone is not anxious. Ye Qiwen sat quietly in the corner, raised her hand and pushed her eyes, the corner of her mouth was an uncontrollable smile.

If Xiao Mu really married someone who could give her happiness, that would be a great thing.

"What are you laughing at?" Yao Rujun glanced at Ye Qiwen's body suddenly and snorted coldly.

Ye Qiwen quickly stopped her smile and shook her head: "I... just thought of a joke."

Yao Rujun put his arms around his chest and was always strict with Ye Qiwen: "It's better to know who your sister is."

Ye Qiwen knew Yao Rujun's character well, so she closed her mouth and said nothing. Back in his bedroom, he couldn't help but send a blessing message to Ye Mu.

Ye Mu was making soup when she saw Ye Qiwen's text messages. She glanced at the message, her soft brows and eyes were dormant with a smile, and it was always a happy thing to receive blessings from others.

"What are you looking at?" Mo Shen went into the kitchen, circled her waist, placed his chin on her shoulder, and asked Wenrun.

Ye Mu put the phone in his apron pocket and smiled unabatedly: "I'm making the health soup, wait for Mr. Mo to help me taste it."

"Healthy soup?" Mo Shen's Junyi face pressed on her shoulders turned his head to look at her, with doubts in the clear outline.

Ye Mu lifted the lid of the pot and braved it steamingly. She took a spoonful and blew it. She lightly touched her lips and took a bite. She didn't taste it: "My uncle, help me taste it."

Mo Shen took a sigh of relief and nodded in appreciation: "The taste is not bad."

Ye Mu, who was looking forward to Mo Shen's answer, got an affirmative answer, and the smiles on his face were full. Put the spoon in and stir, and breathe a sigh of relief: "Then I'm satisfied, I hope my mother-in-law will like it."

"Mother-in-law?" Mo Shen asked back.

After Ye Mu's stirring movements, the smile on his face became unnatural, and he explained: "The mother-in-law is the uncle's mother..."

"My little wife, don't you always plan to call this?" Mo Shen drew together strangely, unable to look at Ye Mu immediately.

"I can't tell you Mom..." Ye Mu lowered his face, his eyes could not hide his sadness.

She grew up by her father's side since she was a child. Her mother died early. To her, the name "Mom" was all longing and unfamiliar. It was extremely difficult for her to call it out at once.

Mo Shen didn’t know Ye Mu’s childhood very well, but he didn’t want to show her a sad look. He held her waist tightly, and the voice that was full of magnetism couldn’t help but feel pity: “Yes. Me, you can call it whatever you want."

Ye Mu raised his hand, and his slender fingertips stroked the back of Moshen's hand, his moist eyes were moved: "Thank you, uncle."

"Fool." Mo Shen rubbed her somewhat aggrieved face, seemingly intending to smooth the negative emotions on her white face.

Ye Mu filled out all the health-preserving soup, and the two simply drank a bit as one of their dinners. Ye Mu quickly wrapped some wontons in the soup, which tasted very good.

It's just that Ye Mu knows how to cook, which Mo Shen didn't expect.

"When will the wontons be wrapped?" Mo Shen took a bite and thought it was good.

Ye Mu bit his chopsticks, and instead of telling Mo Shen, he asked, "How does it taste? Is it okay?"

"Very good." Mo Shen nodded and answered her.

Ye Mu stared at the soup bowl and ate one. The taste was really good. She replied deeply: "I learned it with Ma Li some time ago. This month I will mainly learn to make wontons, and there will be new cuisines next month. ."

"Why do you suddenly want to learn how to cook?" Mo Shen couldn't put it down for the bowl of wontons in front of him. He liked everything she made. But there is a servant at home, and she doesn't need her to do it.

Ye Mu's hand supported his chin, and he answered Mo Shen with extra seriousness: "I always have to learn, so I can cook whatever uncle wants to eat in the future."

Mo Shen was stunned, looking at Ye Mu who was smiling, his thin lips slowly rose.

Ye Mu's unintentional and sincere words undoubtedly warmed Mo Shen's heart. She also started to think about him, then has her heart opened?

"Hurry up, my uncle likes it, and there are more here." Seeing that Mo Shen didn't understand, Ye Mu took the wontons in his chopsticks to Mo Shen, with big eyes and a smart smile: "I found that I'm pretty smart. , Put the wonton in the health soup, it is nutritious and delicious. I made it. Do I want to give it a name?"

As she said, she didn't wait for Mo Shen to answer, she thought very seriously. After a while, her eyes suddenly lit up and she said in surprise: "Otherwise, I'll call it Uncle Bao!"

"..."

The corners of Mo Shen's mouth twitched slightly, Uncle Bao...How did she come up with such a strange and childish name?

"Healthy wontons are good." Mo Shen interrupted, still these four words are more reliable.

Ye Mu bit his chopsticks and refused: "I think it's better for my uncle to wrap it. This wonton is for my uncle, so I call it more appropriate."

Mo Shen raised a hand and squeezed his eyebrows, a little bit dumbfounded, and looked at Ye Mu helplessly: "You like it."

It was just the name of a wonton, and Mo Shen let her come.

(End of this chapter)