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"I'm hungry." Mo Yue said indifferently. As he washed the rice and started cooking, Mo Xiaobai's eyes were filled with anger, and he slammed the door as he left. Mo Yue watched his back figure, frowned, and realized that Xiao Bai was genuinely hurt; it was clear in his eyes when he left, different from how he pretended to act before. He really was upset.

Mo Yue felt a pang of sorrow and sighed softly.

How did he end up with such a nemesis

This time Mo Yue had no desire to cook either; he followed Mo Xiaobai out, thinking that the latter must have run far away. But in fact, Mo Xiaobai was sitting alone inside the courtyard, looking extremely displeased. Even though so angry and hurt, he didn't lose his mind and rush out recklessly. He was the only one who could protect them all; if something happened to him, it would be unimaginable. Mo Yue endured the pain in his body; every time he got injured, as long as Mo Xiaobai was around, wounds that should have healed within three or four days would take seven to eight days to recover.

When Mo Xiaobai noticed his presence, there was no change on his face. Mo Yue said, "It's done; don't be angry anymore. I won't do it again next time."

Mos Xiaobai sneered coldly, "You shouted at me and even wanted to kick me out for him, and now you're giving the dinner he made to him, as if his life is more important than mine..."

Mo Yue had a headache. Who said they wanted Mo Xiaobai's life "Xiaobai, what nonsense are you talking about"

"Isn't it true then" Mo Xiaobai asked icily, "Look at the way you're treating him now, smiling like a flower, whereas I've never seen that smile on your face. If you find me annoying, just say so."

Even if he was in the way, he wasn't going anywhere; he wouldn't let them have their way.

"You're getting more and more ridiculous."

"Am I not right Think about it, how many times have you smiled at me since we were kids Your five fingers aren't even enough to count the number of smiles." Mo Xiaobai shouted, unable to forget that afternoon when he saw Bai Liu smiling back at him; how beautiful and charming she looked.

He felt envious and jealous, because their leader had never smiled like that for him before.

"Why are you acting like a child" Mo Yue was exasperated. "Can I just ignore him when he's injured"

"Anyway, in your heart, I'll always be a child. So isn't throwing tantrums and shouting at you your right as a kid Why did you get so angry" Mo Xiaobai said icily, tauntingly. Mo Yue couldn't bear his attitude; he couldn't stand the coldness in his eyes or the sharp tone of voice and provoking mannerism.

But what he said couldn't ease Mo Baixue's mind.

He turned around and went back inside. Mo Baixue was alone until it got dark, then he finally turned back, only to find that Mo Yao was still in the living room. He thought Mo Yao had gone to sleep, but when Mo Yao saw him come in, he said, "Come eat."

"Eat what I didn't make any food for myself today," he originally wanted to treat himself with a new steak since he had finished his work as the leader, but after getting angry, he forgot everything and simply didn't bother cooking.

Mo Baixue ignored Mo Yao and turned to go upstairs. Mo Yao threw down the newspaper and stood up, reaching out to grab his hand. Mo Baixue waved it away, and Mo Yao groaned as he held onto his injured arm in shock.

He knew that his arm was hurt; why did he still pull so hard

It really hurts.

The bullet wound hadn't healed quickly, and being pulled like this made it feel like the pain was piercing through his heart. The wound must have bled again; he sweated coldly from the pain. Mo Baixue knew that he had caused trouble but kept his face turned away without offering an apology.

Mo Yao looked at him and said wearily, "Come eat."

This time when he pulled on Mo Baixue, Mo Baixue didn't push him away. Seeing the blood seeping through his arm, Mo Baixue wanted to help bandage it but remained silent. They went into the dining room like that.

On the table was a beautifully presented steak in the shape of a heart, accompanied by some green peas. This had been the steak Mo Baixue originally intended to make. He looked at Mo Yao who also had a simple nutritional meal and bone broth in front of him; he really did prepare another dinner for him again, including one steak, waiting for him to come back to eat it. By now, Mo Baixue's temper from the afternoon was gone, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Mo Yao still knew how to make him happy, even if he thought that such behavior made him look like a spineless person, there was no other way when Baixue was really upset today.

Without saying a word, Mo Baixue used his knife and fork to savor his meal. It tasted particularly delicious; though not feeling hungry at first, he now felt quite the appetite and could eat several pieces. The dinner was well prepared.

Ming Yao cooked even less than Mo Baixue did after adulthood; he thought that Ming Yao's cooking skills must have regressed but surprisingly it still tasted so good. Mo Baixue ate until he was content, lifting Ming Yao’s mood as well.

No matter what, making Baixue happy is the most important thing.

With his mood improved, Mo Baixue became more industrious and volunteered to wash dishes and clean the kitchen after dinner. Ming Yao didn't object; he was simply too exhausted to even make such an effort. After finishing up, Mo Baixue went upstairs naturally entering Mo Yao's room where he saw him applying medicine to his injured right arm. Mo Baixue felt a little guilty.

Moyao said, "Not angry anymore"

"Who says so." Moyuxiao finally agreed to speak with Moyao and acted rather haughty. Once he was willing to talk, his anger had mostly subsided. Moyao said, "Be gentle, it hurts."

"What hurts You didn't say it hurt when the bullet came in," Moyuxiao spoke like this but lightened up on his strength. After applying medicine, Moyao simply cleaned himself and went to sleep, while Moyuxiao returned to his room.

As soon as he was back in his room, recalling Moyao's excellent cooking skills, Moyuxiao thought that if the boss hadn't been injured, he would definitely ask him to cook more meals. Although today had been a sad afternoon, it had finally cleared up.

His temper came and went quickly.

Moyuxiao was just planning to sleep happily when Ji Bing called. Moyuxiao felt guilty; Ji Bing asked when he would return. Moyuxiao thought for a moment – it would take about seven or eight days. Hearing this, Ji Bing became very sad as she wouldn't be able to see him for such a long time. Recently, she had also been busy with work and didn't have much free time either; therefore, she wasn't too lonely since they spoke twice daily on the phone. Moyuxiao no longer talked freely over the phone in front of Moyao like before but now always avoided Moyao when talking to Ji Bing.

After saying he would think about it that day, Moyuxiao truly had been thinking seriously about the problem. Now hearing Ji Bing's call made him think more deeply about his relationship with Moyao. If he really had to choose between two people, who might he hurt

Moyao or Ji Bing

Previously, he would have毫不猶豫地選擇傷害老大毫不猶豫地選擇老大，但現在，Moyuxiao有點動搖了。他發現自己真的無可救藥了。

This could be considered fickle behavior, right Moyuxiao didn't think about falling for someone else but instead automatically thought of being fickle. This showed how much influence Moyao had over him.

After hanging up the phone, Moyuxiao felt no desire to sleep. What should he do

Thinking about his promise to Ji Bing, Moyuxiao truly found it difficult. If he gave up on Ji Bing, would he be able to get past that mental barrier Probably not, as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the scene from years ago – splashing blood and Ji Bing's terrified look. He had ruined two people's happiness. Now all he wanted was to fulfill his promise and give Ji Bing happiness; he genuinely liked her and didn't mind living with her.

However, this would be extremely unfair to the boss.

Moyuxiao tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night.

The next day, he woke up early and happily prepared breakfast for Moyao. Bai Liu got up earlier than Moyao, washed up, then came downstairs tiredly leaning on the sofa, watching as Moyuxiao busily worked in the kitchen alone. Recalling yesterday's unhappy events, Moyuxiao ignored Bai Liu completely. Not being one to initiate conversation, Bai Liu too remained silent, leading to a strange quietness between them.

Bai Liu was reading a newspaper while Mo Xiaobai was preparing breakfast. To avoid repeating the tragedy from yesterday, Mo Xiaobai reluctantly asked, "What do you want for breakfast"

Bai Liu replied, "Whatever you eat is what I eat."

Mo Xiaobai sweetly inquired, “Do you like sharp knives” Seeing Bai Liu’s happy expression, he assumed Mo Xiaobai was joking. However, Mo Xiaobai thought to himself that he had no mood for jokes. Fortunately, Bai Liu didn’t respond; otherwise, Mo Xiaobai would have brought a knife to the table.

Mo Xiaobai hesitantly toasted bread and heated milk before serving them simply to Bai Liu. Bai Liu was very polite and praised Mo Xiaobai’s cooking skills from yesterday, causing Mo Xiaobai's face to turn dark with embarrassment. Bai Liu found this strange.

Mosyao came downstairs and was surprised to see that Bai Liu had already eaten breakfast. Had Mo Xiaobai changed his ways

Although it was a simple meal, he did make something for the other person.

This must have been very difficult for Xiao Bai.

Moxiaobai cheerfully greeted Mosyao, who nodded in return. Bai Liu asked, “Did you sleep well last night”

“Very well,” replied Mosyao, "How about you"

"I slept very well too."

In fact, Mosyao hadn't slept at all that night, worrying about this little troublemaker.

Moxiaobai brought out breakfast: rice porridge, several small dishes of food, a fried egg, milk, grilled bacon and toast... there were both Chinese and Western foods. At first glance, it looked very rich. Moxiaobai asked, "Boss, which one do you want to eat"

Mosyao stared at him and said, “You got up early this morning just for this”

"Of course," replied Mo Xiaobai with a toothy grin. "I noticed that you've been having Chinese breakfast too much recently and wanted to change it up a bit. I made two portions early this morning. Which one do you want"

Mosyao said, “I still prefer porridge.”pily for dinner.Wen Ran’s heart relaxed, and she thought about finding a suitable time to talk things through with Fang Liucheng. She didn’t want Ye Feimo or Fang Liucheng; currently, her focus was so...