Butler Zhou smiled and brought the soup to her, "If you don't come back, the young master won't come back. I'm almost alone here."

“He lives in my place.”

Butler Zhou nodded, "Yes, I asked the young master, and the young master said that the place where Miss Tong is his home..."

Tong Ran was stunned. Her hands were drinking soup stopped. Did Mo Nanjue say such things?

Butler Zhou was also stunned. He raised his head and saw Mo Nanjue standing at the entrance of the stairs with a gloomy face.

Well……

Butler Zhou reached out to cover his face, and the feeling of being about to lose his job came to an end.

Mo Nanjue raised his legs and walked down the stairs. He walked over step by step. Butler Zhou followed him back a few steps. He knew Mo Nanjue's temper very well, so he knew that he was talking about it...

Mo Nanjue walked up to him.

Butler Zhou grabbed the rag in his hand and was in a dilemma, "Young Master..."

The man narrowed his eyes coldly, and the breath emitted by his whole body scared Butler Zhou to death, "Have I said this?"

"No, I haven't said it..."

Seeing this, Tong Ran hurriedly stood up, "Are you hungry?"

Mo Nanjue turned his head, Tong Ran hurriedly walked over and grabbed his arm, "Let's have dinner first, I'm so bored if I eat alone."

Before the man moved, Tong Ran simply pushed him to the table. Mo Nanjue looked up at her, "Didn't you go back to the apartment just now?"

“…”

Tong Ran's back was straightened, "I, my back hurts, it hurts when I take a spoon."

Butler Zhou almost fell down, this reason was too fake...

"sit down."

After Mo Nanjue sat down, he suddenly spoke. He believed this reason. The man reached out and picked up the spoon next to him, scooped the spoon and handed it to Tong Ran's lips.

She was stunned for a moment, raised her head, and the man looked at her with a burning look, "Open his mouth."

Tong Ran didn't expect that he believed Hu Buying's reason. She opened her mouth and he fed the warm soup in. Her eyes wet and almost burst into tears for no reason.

She hurriedly turned her head away. The soup that she had not had time to swallow was stuck in her throat. She suddenly started to cough violently. Mo Nanjue quickly got up, Tong Ran reached out and patted her chest, accidentally knocking the soup in the man's hand over.

The warm soup was sprinkled on Monanjue.

The man's white casual pants were dyed brown in an instant. He just glanced at him and didn't care. He pulled two pieces of paper from the table and walked to Tong Ran, bent down to wipe the soup off her mouth.

When Housekeeper Zhou looked at this scene, he shook his head. It turned out that one thing was a subverting one thing. He knew the most about what kind of temper Mo Nanjue had. However, if someone accidentally knocked the soup over the young master in the past, what would be wrong?

The hands and feet must not be interrupted... But now if it were Tong Ran, the young master stood up to wipe her mouth.

Butler Zhou sighed, not knowing whether a person like the Young Master was so affectionate or bad. He turned around and retreated.

At the table, Tang choked on the trachea. Tong Ran coughed for a while before stopping. Her eyes were coughing red, just concealing her desire to cry. The man handed her a glass of water, and she took a few sips before she felt her throat felt more comfortable.

Tong Ran lowered his eyes and saw the soup that had knocked him over, "I'm sorry."

"fine."

Mo Nanjue took another piece of paper, and didn't bother me, and carefully wiped her chin clean, "Do you still want to cough?"

Tong Ran choked in her throat and shook her head.

Mo Nanjue threw away the paper in his hand, stood up with a bowl, "The soup is cold, I'll go and heat it up."
Chapter completed!