sy for customers to have to do it themselves”“Ms. Lin, I still have work to—” 。"Isn't serving the guests your job" Lin Ruochu sneered coldly, glancing at her with an air of commanding a servant. The...Fu Mo Han looked at the little woman curled up on the sofa, her eyes tightly closed, her body trembling slightly. She muttered softly with red lips parting and closing, "Mom...I'm afraid... I..."

It seemed as if she had a terrifying nightmare, making her extremely uncomfortable and unable to break free.

Fu Mo's brows furrowed slightly, remembering that last time Lin Jinran had been the same way, filled with fear and helplessness.

Did you both dream the same thing

At that time, she held his hand tightly and gradually regained her composure.

Fu Mo Han's thin lips tightened, his long fingers gripping Lin Jin Ran's slender wrist, enveloping her slightly cool fingertips.

It was just to silence her, but, her fingers, seemed to be colder than his

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Two hours later, the Rolls-Royce broke through the drizzle and arrived in the sunny South River.

The car came to a steady stop in front of the main gate of the Fu residence. Fu Mo Han lowered his eyes, looking at Lin Jin Ran who was tightly clutching his hand and sleeping soundly. His eyes narrowed slightly.

Wakes her up, or...

"Young Master" the driver opened the car door and was slightly surprised by the scene inside.

I didn't expect that some OCD young master, being pulled by his wife, wouldn't pull his hand back, it was really rare.

Lin Jintian, sound asleep, unconsciously shifted his body, his fingers twitching slightly.

Fu Mo Han raised his eyes, seemingly displeased by the driver's sudden outburst.

A cold gaze shot over, the driver's heart skipped a beat, and he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Young Master, we're home. The young mistress is still asleep. Shall I carry her upstairs"

"You carrying" Fu Mochen sounded as if he'd heard something amusing, his low voice laced with a dangerous undercurrent.

How could his woman allow others to touch her

Even though this woman dishonestly usurped the position of his wife and was not someone he loved, he would not allow such a thing to happen!

The driver felt that Fu Mochen's black eyes were like a mountain pressing down on him, making him feel a little breathless and more uneasy. He couldn't guess what Fu Mochen was thinking at all. He was carrying him, not even putting him on his back

Holding her like this isn't good, is it What if I wake up Madam or make her sleep in the car until she wakes up

Before the driver could figure out how to respond, Fu Mochen gently pulled his hand away from Lin Jinran's grasp and bent down to get out of the car.

But his next move shocked the driver, who was completely stunned and couldn't believe it.

The driver thought of many possibilities, but none of them included Fu Mo Han holding her like that!

However, what was happening before his eyes was indeed Fu Mo Han bending down and horizontally carrying the sleeping Lin Jin Ran in his arms, taking large strides towards the stairs.

The driver looked up at the sky, pinched himself, and confirmed he wasn't dreaming.

Today the sun must have risen from the west!

Fu Mo寒 held Lin Jinran up the stairs, his sword eyebrows immediately furrowed.

He could have easily woken her up; there was no need to carry her upstairs!

Fu Mo Han lowered his eyes, looking at the woman lying in his arms, her willow brows slightly furrowed. A complex look flashed in his black eyes.

Alright, just this once.

He walked into the living room with Lin Jinran in his arms, just as Zhang Sao was there too, so he asked her to follow.

After returning to the bedroom, Fu Mo glanced at the direction of the sofa before continuing to place Lin Jinran on the soft bed.

He ordered, "Zhangsao, change her into pajamas. I'm going to the company. Make dinner for just her tonight, no need to save me any."

"Okay." Zhang Sao nodded in agreement, her peripheral vision inadvertently catching sight of something on the sofa beside her.

With a quick thought, she followed him as Fu Mo Han was about to leave the bedroom, "Young Master, I think that sofa looks dirty, we should go clean it."

Fu Mo's obsidian eyes swept over the pristine sofa, and he said in a low voice, "Got it."

He strode out of the bedroom.e that whether I dated a man or a woman was my business. They wanted me to be happy, but they didn't want what they thought was 'good for me' to become an obstacle on my path to happiness." 。I chose t...