Before she walked into the living room, she thought of many things that Fu Yuchen might be doing, but none of them included breakfast.

So when Mo Han saw Fu Yuchen in his home uniform, wearing an apron that was obviously very new, and fumbling in the kitchen with fried eggs, she was shocked to think that her hand was crippled.

But with or without the filter, Fu Yuchen looked good now. He was a tall man with wide shoulders like the Pacific Ocean. His short black hair was casually hanging down. His waist line was drawn out by an apron. He was refined and attractive. His legs were straight and slender under his black trousers. In addition to the warm kitchen background, he was yearning for him. Mo Han crossed her arms and quietly walked to the open kitchen door, leaning against the door frame to watch Fu Yuchen cook.

Fu Yuchen used to get up early. Because he had to run early in the morning, he had a weak young woman living at home today, which made his wake-up time much earlier. So much so that it was difficult to pass the time after running early in the morning.

Fu Yuchen thought that perhaps he should make breakfast? Do what you say, there won't be a certain degree. After he stumbled through two eggs, he finally succeeded. The next steps were relatively skilled. By the time he finished basically and only had milk left, his mood was already very relaxed. Fu Yuchen almost couldn't wait to see Mo Han's reaction. Just as he was thinking, he turned around to get milk from the refrigerator, but when he saw the person leaning against the door frame, he was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

"You, when did you come here!" Fu Yuchen stroked his chest and went to open the fridge to get milk.

"Keep it hidden, President Fu." Mo Han smiled as he continued to work.

"Alright, Mo Han, it looks like you're fine. You can even mock me now." As he spoke, Fu Yuchen reached out to touch Mo Han's hair.

"It's all oil!" Mo Han dodged in disgust.

"Aiyo, you're still avoiding me. It's still yesterday's you who's more cute." Fu Yuchen turned around and looked at her with a plate in his hand. "Looks like it's a piece of cake. Then I can write off your paid leave."

"What!" When Mo Han heard this, she immediately rushed to Fu Yuchen's side. "President Fu, President Fu, Boss Fu, you see, I'm still injured. Is that alright?"

She moved closer to Fu Yuchen, and Mo Han, who was wearing slippers, looked up at Fu Yuchen even more, not to mention blinking cute in front of Yu Jie's face. Fu Yuchen suddenly understood what it felt like to say that a certain man was adorable to death in the news a few days ago.

Fu Yuchen turned around in a daze and forced himself to calm down and said, "Bring the toast over. I'll keep it for you for the holidays."

"Alright." Mo Han answered. She held the plate with one hand and followed Fu Yuchen step by step. "Then President Fu, this isn't annual leave, is it?"

"Not really." Fu Yuchen replied. Only when the plate in his hand landed on the table did he react to what he had just answered. He turned around with a funny expression and rubbed Mo Han's head hard while Mo Han did not have a hand to resist him.

"You're so capable, and you know how to bargain." Fu Yuchen took the plate from her hand and put it on the table. As she walked towards the kitchen, she said, "But forgive me for bypassing you because you like me. You know, I've always been very lenient with my fans."

Mo Han did not have time to think about tolerance. She only wanted to know how Fu Yuchen knew that she liked him. It doesn't make sense. I guarantee that I didn't show any signs of carelessness.

At this time, she had long forgotten how perfect the timing was when Fu Yuchen went to save her. Everything happened too quickly that day. In her mind, her confession came much earlier than Fu Yuchen's.

Mo Han sat at the table trembling as she watched Fu Yuchen bring back the milk. She sat at the side with a calm expression and began to wipe her peanut butter. Her movements and expression were extremely natural, as if she did not know what she had said that shocked her.

Mo Han held the toast in one hand and bit it without knowing the taste. As he thought, perhaps it wasn't what he thought. Fu Yuchen didn't notice that he was just a habitual narcissist. If he thought that he was a woman, he would definitely like him. Well, it must be.

"I'll take you back later. Pack some clothes and stuff." Fu Yuchen bit off half of the toast in one bite. Every time Mo Han ate alone with him, she sighed at how amazing he was. He could act like a medieval gentleman in front of others, but he could eat more casually in private than sitting on the street. "Then, let's go to Mengzhi."

"Meng Zhi?" Mo Han felt that this name sounded familiar. She thought carefully, "Is it the newly opened manor? Doesn't it seem like there's no room reservation channel open there? Did you intentionally take me there?"

Fu Yuchen finished his breakfast with a few mouthfuls of milk and poured it into his stomach at once. "It's that manor. Although saying that you like me will definitely make you fantastic, restrain yourself. This time, it's not specifically for you. I have a new plan to discuss, and I'll let you go and relax," he said to Mo Han.

Mo Han curled her lips and quickly ate her breakfast, saying, "Isn't that asking me to go to work? It's also saying that I'm on paid leave."

Fu Yuchen, who had already stood up, casually waved his hand and said, "It's indeed a holiday. I'm the one who talked about the plan. The manor also takes you to relax. If you have to work, I can't stop you, can I?"

Ever since they went to see cousin Fu Yuchen, the two of them had almost formed a tacit understanding. As long as they were driving Fu Yuchen's car, Mo Han would sit in the passenger seat, and so would she this time.

Just as Mo Han sat down and pulled her seat belt, Fu Yuchen stretched out his hand to help her fasten it. He sized her up and said, "Well, it's rare to see Assistant Qiu in casual clothes."

Mo Han smiled. He didn't say anything and slandered in his heart. It's not like you do it every day. Arrange work for me, not only to serve the squad, but also to be your secretary.

"Oh, right, I shouldn't call you Assistant Qiu now. I have to call you Manager Qiu." As Fu Yuchen spoke, he looked at Mo Han proudly.

Mo Han turned to stare at him in surprise, "Manager? Did you really promote me to manager?"

"Of course, I promised you before. I definitely won't break my promise. Now you are the deputy agent of our MT squad." Fu Yuchen thought for a moment and said, "Very soon, you should be promoted to manager."

"Is that so? Manager Song is doing a good job right now. He doesn't seem to have any tendency to change jobs." Mo Han lowered her head to consider various possibilities.

"Hey, don't even think about it. Come on, take a good vacation with me now. After that, be your deputy manager." Fu Yuchen interrupted her straightforwardly.

Mo Han smiled. This was the first time she felt how good it was to follow a lively, positive and relaxed boss.

Mengzhi was a private manor. It was a natural pastoral style. Apart from the small central building, the guest rooms in the manor were all small wooden houses. The rooms were also far away from each other. There were also many plants to partition and decorate the rooms.

Mo Han and the others walked all the way from the small building to the wooden house, but they didn't see a single guest. They didn't know if they hadn't checked in or were both resting.

There are three guest rooms, living room, study room and kitchen in the wooden house. However, the kitchen may have been built at the outermost part of the house to reduce the pressure of the fire. It was truly semi-open.

After Fu Zeming and Mo Han walked around the wooden house together, they each chose their own rooms. The doors of the two rooms were opposite each other. The two of them stood at two separate doors. Mo Han was looking around excitedly. Fu Zeming said,

"Alright, I've been driving all morning. I'll rest for a while, and then I'll take you to dinner."

Fu Yuchen looked at Mo Han and nodded. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly remembered something. He turned around and said, "Oh right, our room is so close. Please control your feelings properly. If you came to my room, it would be earlier. I don't like the midnight kind. There's no surprises."

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Mo Han was so angry that she was speechless. Seeing him narcissistically turn around and enter the room, deciding to take back his judgement, a relaxed boss could easily commit narcissism.

At noon, the two of them didn't open fire. One of them couldn't, and the other couldn't make a move. In the end, he went to the central building, where there was a restaurant.

"Eat more of the food here. It's all grown in the garden at the back of the mountain. Animals are also raised by yourself. It's absolutely natural and harmless." Fu Zeming gave Mo Han a few dishes that weren't easy to use a spoon.

"Mm … a higher-end farmhouse fun?" Mo Han blinked.

"Can't even stop you from eating? You look like a modern elite woman, can't you stop complaining with just a single mouthful?" Fu Yuchen was so angry that he didn't give Mo Han any more dishes. If he ignored the bowl that Mo Han was about to overflow.

Mo Han felt at ease eating the vegetables. After all, these dishes were really unpleasant to eat in the city. Moreover, this Eldest Young Master Zhaomo was enjoying the show, so he had to enjoy it quickly.

After the afternoon nap, Fu Yuchen went to the doctor in the manor to change Mo Han's dressing.

Mo Han bit her lips until they turned pale, trembling all the time, but she still stubbornly opened her eyes, wanting to see. Fu Yuchen sighed and walked behind Mo Han. His warm and dry palm gently covered Mo Han's eyes. He felt Mo Han's sudden stiffness. His eyelashes swept across his palm and he slowly relaxed. He exerted some strength and leaned Mo Han's head against his lower abdomen.

After changing the medicine, the doctor left for a long time before Fu Yuchen let go. She pretended to be relaxed and said to Mo Han, "Enough enjoying it. This is the hug that many girls dream of. Look at how many cheap you have recently. I envy you!"

Mo Han smiled with tears, her red eyes smiling like crescent moons, "Young poor, I'll give it to you with envy. Come."

As he spoke, he opened his hand, wanting to see Fu Yuchen's joke.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yuchen really squatted down and slowly hugged Mo Han.

"Alright, I'll take a look for you. Your hands are still very good. Follow me to go fishing, okay?"

Mo Han nodded and the hair in her ear scratched Fu Yuchen's cheek, causing him to feel numb.

The fishing place was in the front yard of the manor. Fu Yuchen had all the things in his possession. Mo Han asked him suspiciously all the way, not believing that he really knew how to fish.

Fu Yuchen spread out his hands and said that he would let her see it later.

Before entering the small pond, Mo Han saw a fisherman sitting by the pond. Before she could tell Fu Yuchen, she discovered something even more pleasantly surprising.

Mo Han tugged at Fu Yuchen's sleeve and signaled him to lower his head. He leaned closer to his ear and said,

"That, the one fishing over there, is it Yan Xin? Is it? It must be him!"

Fu Yuchen looked up and smiled. He lowered his head slightly and said to her, "We'll know when we get there."

The sound of footsteps could not be concealed in a quiet place. He turned his head a few steps away from that person and had an exquisite face. His smile was even more stunning.

"Hi, Shen Ming."

Fu Yuchen also smiled at him. The nearby Mo Han's eyes widened in shock. Who would have thought that his boss, who was not progressive, would actually know the famous young man? Oh, yeah, he's a rich second generation. No, I have to keep my image. Smile. Smile.

Yan Xin was much more approachable than his appearance. He smiled and asked Fu Yuchen, "Who is this?"

Fu Yuchen lifted the bucket and grabbed Mo Han, saying, "My assistant."

"Hello." Mo Han maintained her professional fake smile and greeted Yan Xin.

Yan Xin smiled and nodded.

Afterwards, Fu Yuchen started to set up a fellow beside Yan Xin. Seeing that there was nothing she could do, Mo Han retreated and stood in the shadow of the tree beside her.

Yan Xin emerged from under his umbrella and waved at him. Mo Han pointed at herself doubtfully. Yan Xin nodded. Mo Han was slightly flattered, but she still tried her best to hold on and walked over.