874: Chapter 871: Don’t Be Desperate 874: Chapter 871: Don’t Be Desperate Indeed, why would that person ever mistreat her?
After finishing the recording, Ye Ranran had just taken out her phone when she saw Jun Mochan in the crowd.
His picturesque features ca to life when he saw her, and although he was standing behind others, Ye Ranran spotted him imdiately.
Indeed, he always stood in conspicuous places, never needing her to go out of her way to find him.
“That was quick, have you finished your work?” Ye Ranran plunged into his arms.
“Could I stand here if I hadn’t finished?” Jun Mochan pinched her cheek.
Ye Ranran’s palm was pressed tightly against his, and the happiness on her face could not be hidden.
The gazes of others occasionally drifted over, filled with envy.
“Ah Ze, let’s go.” Before leaving, Ye Ranran didn’t forget to call Song Ze.
Song Ze, who had been extrely disappointed and dejected sitting on the chair, imdiately scurried over like a puppy upon hearing Ye Ranran’s call.
Seeing him like this, Ye Ranran felt a pang in her heart, thinking, no matter whether he rembers this past or not, she had to cure him.
Such a person should not live so obliviously—this was extrely unfair to him.
When they arrived ho, Jun Mochan escaped into the study.
One was reporting the latest investigation to him: “The Energy Bureau has recently been studying a new form of energy, said to replace nuclear fuel.”
“Nuclear fuel?
The demand for that isn’t high; why research it?
Did these idiots have nothing better to do than this?”
“Young Master, that’s not the point.” The point is to get sothing done.
The Energy Bureau controls the energy, and most people inside are from the Song Family; doesn’t he want to bring down the Song Family?
He could start from here.
“Oh, just find a way to let so leak out, then all the Energy Bureau’s people are gone, what can the Song Family preserve?”
That’s cruel, One’s lips twitched: “I understand, shall I take care of it right away?”
“Yes, hurry up, and by the way, don’t let the lady know.” He didn’t want Ye Ranran to get involved in this.
“Oh, all right, I understand.” One hung up the phone.
Jun Mochan tossed his phone aside and went downstairs.
Ye Ranran was tinkering in the kitchen.
“What is the lady up to?” Jun Mochan was a bit startled.
He didn’t recall asking her to cook?
Even if she couldn’t cook, he would never disdain her.
She better not be thinking negatively.
“Oh, Ah Ze said he wanted a cake, so I’m making one for him.”
It wasn’t for him, Jun Mochan relaxed, but seeing Song Ze’s oblivious look, he felt it wasn’t quite right for Ye Ranran to take advantage of his ignorance.
“If he wanted to eat, couldn’t he just order one himself?”
“Sister makes it, sister makes it.” Ye Ranran did not speak, but Song Ze made a fuss.
Ye Ranran curved her eyes: “See, a loyal fan.”
Jun Mochan noncommittally shrugged: “Alright, just rember, if you poison him, don’t bla for not warning you.”
“Isn’t this the ti when you should say even if it’s poisoned, you’ll eat it anyway?” Ye Ranran was surprised.
“No, if I die, who will warm your bed?” Jun Mochan smiled faintly.
“Get lost.” Ye Ranran blushed.
Jun Mochan sat down: “Waiting for my wife’s cake.”
Ye Ranran wore a loose, long T-shirt, making her appear even thinner.
Her fair face glowed like jade under the light.
The fair, long legs mostly exposed to the air, Jun Mochan thought of how it felt with those legs wrapped around his waist, his body filled with heat.
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