She had planned to get up early and cook.

Fu Yuchen shrugged his shoulders, changed his slippers and walked in. "If you can't sleep, get up first," he said.

"Well, I'll go wash up first. By the way, Lanlan is still asleep. Keep your voice down and don't wake her up."

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Mo Han lowered her eyes and hurriedly found an excuse to leave the living room.

Fu Yuchen couldn't help but smile, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

He walked to the dining room, placed the breakfast in his hand on the dining table, and waited for Mo Han to come out of the bathroom.

Mo Han, who was standing in front of the washstand brushing her teeth, shook her head forcefully a few times. She wanted to shake off the unusually handsome face that suddenly appeared in her mind, but she actually thought of that man!

Drink a big mouthful of water, then rinse your mouth and spit it out.

Hearing a man's voice coming from the handset, Meng Sheng's face couldn't help but change. He tightly knitted his eyebrows together and said in a calm voice, "I'm looking for Mo Han!"

Fu Yuchen curled his lips in amusement and leaned lazily on the sofa. "I'm sorry, she's not free now."

"No matter how busy she is, there should be time to answer the phone!"

At this time, Meng Sheng's expression had already turned extremely ugly.

The person who could get Mo Han's phone early in the morning must have a deep relationship with her, and this was also a man.

"That's really not true, because she is making breakfast for me in the kitchen." Fu Yuchen smiled and raised his eyebrows.

After a pause, he added with a faint smile, "Sir, you can tell me your name. When she is not busy, I will definitely tell her … Dudududu …"

Er, hearing the busy tone coming from the phone, Fu Yuchen was slightly stunned. The corner of his mouth couldn't help but hook up. He silently deleted the call record and put the phone back where it was.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

Finally, Fu Yuchen picked up his phone and casually flipped through the contact section.

In the next moment, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he smiled like a cunning and experienced fox.

In the room, Lanlan hugged Mo Han tenderly as soon as she woke up and said in a baby voice, "Auntie, I had a beautiful dream when I was sleeping at night. I dreamed that you were my mommy."

Mo Han was stunned for a moment. She couldn't help but rub the top of the little fellow's head and change the topic without a trace. "Get up quickly! Your father bought a lot of delicious food from Phoenix Hotel and came back early."

Lanlan bit her lips and stared at Mo Han with eager eyes. Her watery eyes were crystal clear and her voice was soft and cute, "I don't want to eat breakfast that Dad bought. I want to eat what Auntie made."

"… Alright! I'll make it for you."

Mo Han sighed helplessly. There was really nothing he could do about her. She rubbed her cheek intimately again.

"Lanlan, put on your own clothes. I'll go out and make breakfast for you now."

"I will dress myself."

Seeing that the little fellow was so obedient, Mo Han couldn't help but hug her again before turning around and leaving the bedroom.

If her Sisi was still alive, she would probably be as cute as Lanlan! Mo Han restrained her gaze and tried her best to pull out a smile. She didn't want to be noticed by the man in the living room.

Mo Han walked to the living room and saw Fu Yuchen sitting on the sofa.

He seemed to be still dealing with his email, staring at his phone without blinking, even when she approached him.

She hesitated for a moment and said indifferently, "Lanlan is dressing herself. I'll go prepare food for her now."

Fu Yuchen looked up at Mo Han. She had always spoiled Lanlan. He knew that he didn't intend to stop her.

After all, he also wanted to eat what she had personally cooked.

"Can I help you?"

Mo Han lowered her eyes and coldly rejected him, "No need, I just wanted to tell you."

Dropping her words, she turned around and went to the kitchen.

Fu Yuchen was slightly stunned as he hurriedly tossed his phone to Mo Han's bedroom. His precious daughter was still inside.

In the kitchen, Mo Han took out a few ingredients from the fridge. She planned to boil a bowl of tomato egg noodles for Lanlan.

Mo Fa was very simple and the operation time was short.

She guessed that Lanlan had just finished washing up when she cooked her bowl of noodles.

"Dad, I slept with Auntie last night."

Seeing Fu Yuchen walk in, Lanlan happily threw himself into his father's arms and rubbed his neck again.

Fu Lanlan's smug little appearance was clearly showing off to him.

Fu Yu angrily pinched the tip of her nose and asked her meaningfully, "Very happy?"

The little fellow immediately nodded, "Of course I'm happy!"

After a pause, Lanlan pulled Fu Yuchen's arm affectionately and said with a smile, "Dad, Dad, I had a dream last night."

Fu Yuchen sighed and picked her up from the bed. "What did you dream about?" He asked.

The little fellow laughed mysteriously and said seriously, "I dreamt that my aunt became a mommy. I also dreamt that my aunt became a mommy and gave birth to a very cute, very cute little brother for me."

"…"

This little fellow's thoughts were pretty good!

However, when he thought of Mo Han's attitude towards him, Fu Yuchen's expression immediately became somewhat depressed.

She said that she did not like him, and her tone was still so certain.

Thinking of this, a resolute light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he said softly to the little fellow, "Daddy will take you to wash up."

Seemingly noticing that Fu Yuchen was in a bad mood, Lanlan couldn't help but frown. "Dad, what's wrong with you? Don't you like Auntie anymore?" He said in a milky voice.

What's the use of just liking it!

Fu Yuchen thought for a moment, then squatted down in front of Lanlan and said seriously, "In a few days, let's move over and be neighbors with Auntie."

The little fellow's face was filled with excitement, his eyes shining brightly, "Is it really possible?"

Fu Yuchen lowered his eyes and smiled. He intimately pinched the tip of Lanlan's nose and said, "Of course, when did Dad ever lie to you?"

"Dad, I'll go tell Auntie now."

As he spoke, Lanlan was about to run to Mo Han.

Fu Yuchen hurriedly stopped her and deliberately lowered his voice to explain to her, "This is a surprise we prepared for Mo Han, so we must not let her know in advance."

The little fellow thought for a moment and immediately nodded. "I see, Dad."

After breakfast with Lanlan, it was already past nine o'clock. Because today was the weekend, we stayed at Mo Han's house for more than half an hour before reluctantly driving away.

Mo Han drove them downstairs, and then she watched the luxury car disappear around the corner.

What she did not know was that from the time she went downstairs with the father and daughter to the time she watched them leave, all of this was clearly seen by the man in the private car parked not far away.

The man coldly narrowed his eyes. A dark light flashed in the depths of his eyes, mixed with undetectable jealousy.

Then, he pushed open the car door and walked out.

Mo Han withdrew her gaze and just as she turned around to head back to the apartment, she lifted her eyes and saw the man standing a few steps away from her.

A warm and cold face was filled with sunlight that passed through the bare branches, making him gentle as if she had seen him for the first time.

But it was just like that.

Meng Sheng walked towards Mo Han with large strides. Before Mo Han could regain his senses, Meng Sheng had already walked a few steps in front of her, and his dark eyes were staring down at her.

Mo Han looked at him coldly and asked, "Mr. Meng, are you looking for me for something?"

Meng Sheng's expression was cold, and he didn't have the slightest bit of unnecessary emotion. "Are you with him now?"

He knew that the girl in front of him was doing it on purpose, but he still couldn't hold back. Di Mo, who was somewhere in his chest, seemed to have been ruthlessly stabbed a few times with a sharp steel needle.

Meng Sheng gently restrained his gaze. His half-moist face was as calm as still water, and his tone was faint, "I'm here."

Mo Han suddenly laughed.

The smile, like a wisp of light appearing in the winter wilderness, instantly dispelled the despair in his heart.

"That's right! With you here, if you can't even solve this small problem, I can't stay."

"So you can rest assured."

…

The shop owner walked out with two bowls of beef noodles and carefully placed them in front of them. He rubbed his hands and smiled honestly, "Please enjoy your meal, Fu Ke!"

Seeing that the noodles were served, Mo Han hurriedly said, "Uncle, give the one with more beef to my boss. I'll eat the bowl with less beef."

The shop owner was stunned for a moment and laughed, "I thought it was your boyfriend just now."

Mo Han shrugged, looking helpless. "I want to, too! But I can't reach someone like Mr. Meng."

"Same! Same!"

Although the shop owner was not a knowledgeable person, he could still see Meng Sheng's unique temperament.

Meng Sheng's eyes narrowed and he didn't say anything.

Mo Han grinned and reached out to pick up a pair of disposable chopsticks. After taking them out, she rubbed the two chopsticks together before placing them in a bowl.

Seeing that her movements were so skilled, Meng Sheng slightly raised the corner of his mouth and silently withdrew the strange look in the depths of his eyes.

Then, he picked up a pair of disposable chopsticks and rubbed the two chopsticks together like Mo Han.

"I remember the first time I used disposable chopsticks. It was you who taught me how to rub them a few times. You said that you could rub the burrs off the chopsticks so that they wouldn't prick your fingers."

When she said this, Mo Han's heart didn't fluctuate at all, but her tone was filled with nostalgia for the past.

Meng Sheng was slightly stunned. A strange look flashed in the depths of his eyes. His gaze towards Mo Han flickered slightly and he said, "I didn't expect you to still remember?"

"At that time, you said that you wanted to experience my past life. Actually, that's not the worst."

What's the worst part? In high school, he ate white steamed buns with chili sauce for half a month.

Mo Han was stunned for a moment before raising her head to look at him, "Really? You haven't told me before."

Meng Sheng smiled and said with a trace of warmth in his eyes, "At that time, I was afraid that you would dislike me."

"Do I look like a rich and poor girl?"

Mo Han raised her bright little face and looked at him with a smile.

However, in the depths of his invisible eyes, there was a chill.

"Not really."

"Of course not, because my father taught me since I was a child that I can't forget my roots. He was a self-made, hard-working type. He said that when he was the most tired, he didn't sleep for 48 hours."

Meng Sheng was silent, and his fingers tightened slightly as he held the chopsticks.

In fact, he changed his mind afterwards. He didn't want Mo Rongsheng to die because he knew very well how important Mo Rongsheng was to Mo Han, but what happened afterwards had already lost control.

Mo Han withdrew her gaze and hid the mockery in her eyes. The corner of her eyes had never left that face from beginning to end.

"Hurry up and eat it! After letting it go for a long time, you'll say it vigorously."

"You eat too."

…

After eating the noodles, Meng Sheng drove away. Mo Han stood by the side of the road and watched him.

The thin figure in the reversing mirror grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared. Only then did he withdraw his gaze. A trace of warmth slowly seeped out from the depths of his eyes, and even the corners of his mouth curled into joy.

Mo Han stood on the roadside for a long time. The sunshine at noon was a little blinding, but she still looked up very hard.