Chapter 51 - What If I Insist On Going In?

Shui Miaomiao ran a few steps and stood in front of him. Her eyes were flashing, looking for an excuse. Then she said, “He is away on a business trip. Not at home at the moment.”

Shen Mochen did not believe her at all. He put his arm around her waist, creating a scorching heat.

Shocked, Shui Miaomiao widened her eyes.

Shen Mochen picked her up easily. He turned and carried her to a step below him. Then let go of her and went upstairs.

Shui Miaomiao had never seen such an unreasonable and domineering person before.

She was about to catch up when her cell phone rang.

When Shui Miaomiao saw that that was the number that she had registered for Yanyan, she answered quickly. She was planning to tell him not to open the door.

Yanyan spoke before she could. “Mom, I am outside now. I’ll be back in half an hour later.”

Shui Miaomiao glanced at Shen Mochen’s back. God was helping her.

Shui Miaomiao narrowed her charming eyes and said with a smile, “Honey, don’t worry. Take care when you are out on a business trip. You don’t need to rush back home. We will talk when you come back.”

“Ah?” Yanyan was puzzled.

“What are you puzzled for? Just do what I say!” said Shui Miaomiao as she hung up the phone and looked at Shen Mochen, who was thoughtfully standing at the door of the third floor.

Shui Miaomiao quickly followed upstairs. She took out her key from the bag, shook the key to Shen Mochen, as she said with a relaxed tone to Shen Mochen, “It seems that you will not give up if you don’t get to come in. Take a look, then.”

Shui Miaomiao opened the door, leaned against the door frame, and said lazily, “There is no one in there. President, it is time to give up.”

Shen Mochen glanced at the shoe rack.

Slippers, sandals, running shoes for women and kids. There were no men’s shoes.

Shen Mochen raised the edge of his lips and walked in, looking around.

Her house was tiny, about 60 square meters, two rooms, a hall, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

It is like a sparrow, small but complete.

The arrangement of the room was hot.

There was a football on the wall.

“Very few people in China like football,” said Shen Mochen, with his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Shui Miaomiao looked at the wall along with his sight. She pulled a guilty smile in a second, as she said, “You are saying that there is very few. Very few, but not that there are no such people.”

Shen Mochen went over, flipped the football, and saw the signature on it. A flash of light passed in his eyes. He turned and looked at Shui Miaomiao, and asked, “Have you ever been to America? Tom Brady is a famous American football player!”

Shui Miaomiao shivered in her heart. She tried to keep calm, placed the plastic bag into the refrigerator, looked at the ground, and said, “How would I be able to ask the famous American players to sign on it? You are overthinking. I bought it on Taobao. It is cheap. I hung it on the wall as a decoration.”

“Is it so?” asked Shen Mochen as his eyes locked on the delicate face of Shui Miaomiao.

“Why should I lie to you? Will I be rewarded if I did that? Why don’t you buy that football back? I bought it for 50, and you can get it from me for 100. Is that enough?” said Shui Miaomiao cheekily. She came forward, took down the football, and handed it to Shen Mochen.

Shen Mochen took over the football and put it on the sofa. Then his voice softened a little as he asked, “Are you Grandpa Loves Shuishui?”

“Grandpa Loves Shuishui?” repeated Shui Miaomiao suspiciously.

Shen Mochen looked at her surprised appearance. He raised the edge of his lips slightly, and took out a piece of paper from the bag, then handed it to Shen Mochen.

Shui Miaomiao quickly took it. His body temperature was still on the paper.

Warm.

But it was the contents of the paper that stung her more than his body temperature on it.

Shui Miaomiao felt like a bolt from the blue.