Handing the black umbrella to him, her voice was soft, "We’re even now."
She repaid him a bowl of noodles with an umbrella.
He wanted to take sothing from her without any guilt, but how was that possible...
Mu Jin Huan leaned against the car, hands in pockets, glanced at the umbrella, and didn’t reach out to take it. With a half-smile, he said, "What if I don’t want it?"
Nan Wan tossed the umbrella over directly, smiling with her lips raised, "No, you must take it."
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The winter in Qing City ca unexpectedly.
It was half a month later when Nan Wan saw that sharply defined, handso face on the news.
Standing next to him was Gu Shaozhi from An City.
The dia comnted on this business cooperation as follows: The Mu Family was generous, purely... it seed they were just sending money to GC.
Of course, that was just on the surface.
Everyone knew how much Mu Jin Huan in Qing City used to pamper Ji Family’s princess when he was Ji Huan in An City.
When Ji Wanxia married Gu Shaozhi, Mu Jin Huan was still in jail. Now that he has returned to the Mu Family and gained power, he’s naturally making up for the dowry.
Even if they were not related by blood.
Shen Zhii saw Nan Wan staring blankly at the TV and nudged her with her elbow, "What are you looking at?"
Nan Wan snapped out of it and pushed away the leg Shen Zhii had placed on her abdon, dragging out her tone lazily, "What else could it be? Of course, checking out so n."
She changed the channel while speaking.
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhii sat up and smiled, trying to grab the remote, "What kind of exceptional man can catch the eye of our Miss Nan? Let see."
Nan Wan naturally wasn’t willing and stood up on the sofa, holding the remote high, "Mrs. Nan, do I need to remind you of your status as a married woman?"
Shen Zhii was two centiters shorter than Nan Wan and didn’t have as much strength, so even standing, she couldn’t reach the remote.
They understood each other best, so there was no need to avoid such topics. With a straight face, Shen Zhii said, "I wish Third Brother would co and teach a lesson, but he can’t."
From a long ti ago, Shen Zhii had been calling Nan Ze like that along with Nan Wan.
"I can do it for him."
Shen Zhii pretended not to hear.
Even the strongest person has weaknesses, not to ntion the outwardly strong but inwardly fragile Nan Wan. Shen Zhii knew her better than anyone, so she struck accurately.
So, Shen Zhii easily obtained the remote with just one finger.
Because Nan Wan was ticklish.
Shen Zhii was pleased, leisurely lounging on the sofa and changed to the entertainnt channel, "My son will wake up soon and want milk. You can do that for ."
Nan Wan glanced at her sideways in annoyance, "It’s not like I gave birth to him."
By the ti Shen Zhii changed the channel back, the news about Mu Jin Huan had long passed, so she saw nothing.
Feeling it was uninteresting, she checked the ti, estimating that Jiashu was likely awake.
She tossed the remote aside and lightly kicked Nan Wan’s bottom, "Get to it and make the formula milk."
Nan Wan did not take it personally, saying she didn’t want to, but already started washing the baby bottles.
"Eating from , living off , and now my son is yours to raise, Mrs. Nan, do you have no sha?"
Shen Zhii didn’t mind, "Between the two of us, why make such distinctions?"
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It was rare for both of them not to be on duty over the weekend, staying ho until dusk, yet neither had the intention to cook.
Shen Zhii entertained Jiashu with his new toys, while the television casually played entertainnt shows. The room, ward by the heater, was cozy, radiating a comforting atmosphere.
Nan Wan hugged a cushion in her arms and nudged Shen Zhii’s leg with her toe, "Let’s go out to eat."
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