C7 It Was like Being Struck by Lightning

Ye Junhao could not blame himself for thinking of all sorts of possibilities. The relationship between husband and wife was as cold as ice.

Ye Junhao did not speak much. After thanking her, he did not say anything other than staring at Mu Chuchen with his dark eyes.

The overly quiet environment made Mu Chuchen uncertain. She took the initiative to break the silence between them. "Where are you taking Mu to?"

Ye Junhao pursed his lips.

Mu Chuchen guessed, "Is it because Mu is not feeling well?"

She took two steps forward and reached out to touch Ye Mu's forehead.

Because she moved too fast, the father and son did not even have time to react before that fair and slender hand pressed onto Ye Mu's forehead. When Chuchen finished touching and confirmed that her son did not have a fever, she pulled back her hand and the father and son finally reacted.

The little guy pursed his lips and used his two little hands to rub the place where his mother had touched.

He felt wronged.

His mother was naughty and attacked him.

"I'll bring Mu to Jun's Hotel to talk business."

Ye Junhao felt that he could not remain silent, or this woman would let her imagination run wild.

Mu Chuchen suddenly understood, and then she smiled and said, "I will go with you."

Ye Junhao said,... "Chuchen, Director Shang has a bad temper. He is also a very important guest of Jun's. Don't destroy him. If you cause any damage, it will be calculated by 100 million."

Mu Chuchen was very hurt. She looked at Ye Junhao, feeling wronged. She knew that Ye Junhao would be soft-hearted when she showed her grievance.

If it wasn't for the fact that her soul had not been destroyed after she died in her previous life, she would have thought that Ye Junhao had no feelings for her if it wasn't for the fact that Ye Junhao had helped her collect her corpse and deal with her funeral. He had also guarded her corpse for a whole night without any sleep. The pain in her eyes could not be hidden, and Mu Chuchen would have thought that Ye Junhao had no feelings for her.

Ye Junhao didn't look at her, so that he wouldn't be soft-hearted.

Seeing that he didn't look at her, Mu Chuchen promised, "Jun Hao, I promise I won't destroy it. If I destroy it, I will compensate you for all the losses your company has suffered."

Ye Junhao really wanted to say that you can afford to compensate?

She was about to say it, but she didn't say it out loud. She felt that it would hurt her.

Although Ye Junhao did not want to bring Mu Chuchen to see the client, Mu Chuchen was thick-skinned. She was like a piece of sticky candy. She ignored Ye Junhao's gloomy face and squeezed into Ye Junhao's private car.

After getting into the car, Ye Mu did not want to get close to his mother.

Ye Junhao naturally got close to Mu Chuchen.

The little guy leaned against his father and occasionally stuck out his little head to look at Mu Chuchen. Every time the mother and son's eyes met, Mu Chuchen would smile gently at him.

"Jun Hao, drink the soup first."

Mu Chuchen took back the lunchbox from Ye Junhao's hands, opened the lid, and picked up the spoon to feed Ye Junhao the soup. Ye Junhao was so shocked that he almost knocked the car door open and jumped out of the car.

"I will do it myself."

Ye Junhao quickly snatched the spoon and lunchbox.

He didn't care that the soup was still a little hot. He drank the lunchbox just like that, not even using the spoon.

He thought it would be very difficult to get thirsty, so after the soup entered his mouth, he clicked on the taste. Well, it was quite delicious.

Little Ye Mu looked up at his father drinking the soup in his lunchbox. Seeing that his father was drinking more and more happily, the little guy swallowed his saliva. His big black and bright eyes were filled with desire.

Maybe it was because his son's desire was too strong. Ye Junhao stopped drinking the soup and turned his head to look at his son's eyes that were full of desire.

Ye Junhao:... He drank it in his lunchbox, it's not good to feed his son anymore.

Rubbing his son's head, Ye Junhao said gently and apologetically, "Mu, next time, I will definitely taste it with you next time."

This time, he would enjoy it alone.

When he thought about how he could enjoy the soup that Chuchen personally brewed, Ye Junhao suddenly felt that the soup was even better to drink. It was like drinking honey water, and there was a sweetness in his heart.

When Ye Junhao finished drinking the soup, Mu Chuchen thoughtfully used a tissue to wipe his mouth. Her movements were gentle.

Ye Junhao felt as if he had been struck by lightning.