The man she just registered her marriage with and who also stayed overnight at her place, why is it that his gaze is stuck on her assistant at the breakfast table, unable to be blocked or diverted?
Is he afraid the assistant might discover their relationship?
He must be afraid the assistant will find out about their relationship.
With this thought, Zhuang Yichen scooped up a spoonful of soup from the bowl, "The scallops in this porridge taste really good, honey, have a taste."
As she spoke, she brought the spoon to Wen Nan's lips.
"It's getting late," Yu Shujun finally put down the custard bun he had peeled entirely, stood up, "I'll go wait in the garage first."
"Mm, okay," Zhuang Yichen nodded with satisfaction, "We need to drop my husband off at the company first, keep it low-key and drive the A8, the keys are on the shoe cabinet."
