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Tang Mohan remained silent, then reached out and caressed her face, "Don't run away anymore."

Su Momo's expression eased up, and her eyes drooped down, "I can't promise that!"

"I can't guarantee that I won't run away. I can't guarantee that it won't happen again two years ago, and I can't guarantee that I won't leave you for any other reason."

"Then what do you take me for now?" Tang Mohan's tone was low and overcast, as he was already a little angry.

"What do you think?"

Her eyelids fluttered as she looked into his dark eyes.

Su Momo taunted, "Anyway, you won't be able to get a boyfriend and a husband."

The hand he placed on her cheek was visibly stiff, and his face was expressionless.

And she was silent.

After a long while, he helplessly sighed, hugged her tightly, and lightly kissed the top of her head.

"It's my fault." His eyes were filled with helplessness and guilt. "I don't want to quarrel with you."

"Who started it?" She then retorted with a big reaction, and hit him with her hand, "Now that I'm a potential customer, I have the final say. If you make me unhappy, I'll fire you. "

"As you bid, my lord."

It was a sunny weekend for everyone, but there were also times where she would pester him.

Seeing that she was so tired that she seemed to be asleep, a doting smile appeared in her eyes.

He had exhausted her, but after two years, coupled with the frustration of having to be rejected by her all the time, this time she had gotten everything back. In the future, he would control himself!

However, thinking back to the topic of their displeasure, he couldn't help but ponder deeply. He knew that this was what she had been expecting from the start until the end. It had even become a hidden danger for both of them, one that could explode at any moment. If he didn't handle it well this time, the consequences would be even worse than they were two years ago.

That child two years ago had already become the pain of his life. How could he bear even greater pain? Not only him, even she wouldn't be able to take it.

Tang Mohan stood up and hugged her.

Supporting his head with one hand, Tang Mohan turned to look at her sleeping visage. Even with her dazzling eyes closed, she was still as beautiful as ever. This was the face he had longed for for for two years.

She quietly gazed at him, her gentle eyes just looking at him like that for a very long time.

How could he let go of her?

Su Momo, my world will not allow you to disappear, even if the result is not perfect. Maybe you will hate me, it will be hard, and I will feel sorry for you, but I can't let go, from the moment you crashed into my life, I was destined to not let go.

When Su Momo slowly woke up, he was completely powerless and couldn't help but curse.

He really couldn't take it anymore. He was so happy at the moment, yet he suffered so much in exchange.

Of course, he didn't blame all of himself. That unrestrained man probably went back to work feeling refreshed.

Su Momo stared at the ceiling for a long time before slowly rising to his feet, resigned to his fate.

"Can't you pick up the clothes?"

Taking small steps, Su Momo felt that he was about to become a little old granny. He opened the door and walked towards the bathroom.

"You're up?"

Tang Mohan's voice suddenly came out, startling her.

Su Momo frowned, he glanced over, only to see that Tang Mohan was actually sitting on the sofa, holding onto some documents and papers, and that there were a lot of folders on the table.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Su Momo looked at the clock in the living room. It was already past ten in the morning.

Tang Mohan put down the documents in his hands. He was in a good mood and his eyebrows looked to be smiling too as he stood up and walked towards the kitchen. He even said, "Hurry up and wash up.

Without asking him why he hadn't left, Su Momo strolled into the bathroom like a little old granny.

When she came out, the fragrance of the porridge had already filled the entire living room. Looking at the steaming hot porridge on the tea table, she relaxed her breath.

"Did you do it?"

She was carrying porridge, and a steaming hot steamed bun at her side. Su Momo thought that she must have bought the steamed bun, but the porridge might not be so simple.

"Do you think that's possible?"

He answered without taking his eyes off the document.

"Tch!" She said disdainfully, "As a young man, in addition to his body, he also has to be responsible for the customers' daily necessities."

Tang Mohan raised his eyebrows and asked: "Su Momo, looks like I was too merciful to you in the past."

When she had been his little woman, he had never asked her to cook anything except what she had cooked that holiday.

Su Momo raised his head after swallowing the food he was chewing on, "The past is the past, now I have the final say."

Now I'm in charge!

Su Momo felt that those words were damn straightforward, sure enough, the person who made the decision felt better.

He suddenly let go and lazily leaned against the back of the sofa with a strange smile on his face. "Are you sure you want to eat the food I made?"