"company."

"You must have not had a good sleep yet. Let's take a rest at home today." She said immediately with concern.

From this simple sentence, Mo Mi seemed to hear her sincere concern, stopped, twisted, and showed her an extremely charming smile, "Haha, no, there is something very important in the company today, I must go there." The voice fell, and opened the door and walked out quickly.

"Missing..." She seemed reluctant to let him go and could not see him anymore. She stood there for a long time, looking at the door for a long time, as if she hoped that he could come back, look at himself more, or say something to him.

"Xia Cao, he's gone, sit down." After a moment of thoughtful silence, Ouyang Nuo looked at the door, looked at her face that was indifferent, and said with a sour smile, "Eat quickly, if you don't eat it, it will be cold." While saying that, he picked up food for her, which was considerate.

Mo was lost, and Jiang Han locked himself in the bedroom and couldn't come out. Xia Cao felt inexplicably that his world had become incomplete. No matter how considerate he was, he was not in the mood to eat. He pursed his lips and thought about it, and smiled apologetically at him, "No, I'm full, you can eat it yourself." After that, he walked towards the bedroom, wanting to go to Jiang Han's bedroom to see how Jiang Han was and whether he was still angry with himself.

When did you start to care about their mood? When did you care about whether they are angry with them and mind that there are other women outside besides themselves?

She really didn't know that the emotions between her and the three men were subtle, magical and wonderful, and should not have happened, but it happened and exceeded everyone's imagination and expectations.

"Xia Cao, where are you going?" Seeing her walking towards the bedroom, Ouyang Nuo's heart quickly became panicked. He frowned and immediately stood up to follow her.

"I'll go and see if he's still angry with me." She looked back at him and said honestly.

"Xia Cao, I know Han best. He is not so stingy and must not be angry with you." He said calmly, speeding up his pace, holding one of her hands, and not letting her walk to Jiang Han's bedroom anymore. "You go and clean the dining table. If you are worried, I will talk to Han now and ask if he is still angry with you."

"This..." she hesitated.

"What, are you not at ease when I do things?" He looked at her face, frowned, and asked with injuries.

"No, no." She shook her head quickly.

"Since it's not, then listen to me, go clean the dining table, let me find Han and explore his thoughts."

"Well, okay." She smiled, nodded, then glanced at Jiang Han's bedroom door, who was just a few steps away, turned around and walked towards the dining table.

She turned around and walked towards the dining table. Ouyang Nuo felt relieved inexplicably. In this relief, there was a factor that he could not grasp. He brewed his emotions for a while before knocking on Jiang Han's bedroom door.

‘Dong7e dong7e dong7e’

"Who? What to knock?" Jiang Han's sound of gunpowder mixed with the smell of gunpowder came soon.

"Han, it's me." He said with a good temper. "Can I come in?"

The person inside was silent, probably still in a state of silence.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ouyang Nuo unscrewed the door handle and walked in, closed the door and walked into the bedroom.

Jiang Han was leaning against the viewing balcony connected to the bedroom and smoking.

Whenever he had troubles, he always smoked, one sip after another, and the smoke accumulated more and more, leaving him in the smoke.
Chapter completed!