His slender fingers were busy on the keyboard with graceful and clean movements.
The speed gradually slowed down.
Miss Su Huanhuan is the first person to be able to stare directly at the crown prince Mo with such naked gaze.
Is she... a pervert?
He reached out and picked up the cup on the table and put it in her direction. Without turning to look at her, he just said two words, "coffee."
"Received!" Huanhuan was very diligent, picked up the cup and went to make coffee for the master.
Just now, Young Master Mo condescended to save her from water and fire. What does it matter if she is temporarily enslaved!
The aroma of the coffee was very strong. He picked it up, took a sip, and frowned slightly, "Did you add sugar?"
"Yeah!" Huanhuan came over, poked her elbows on the table, held her chin in her hands, and said with a smile, "Drinking too much black coffee is bad for your stomach. I've changed it, you can try it."
Mojia put down the cup and said, "It's very sweet."
"It's not very sweet. I only added one cube of sugar, okay? Normally, if I drink it, it would cost at least three cubes!"
Seeing her holding out three fingers with a very serious look, Mojia said nothing and continued working. However, he never touched the cup of coffee again.
Huanhuan sees it in his eyes and is not discouraged. Some bad habits cannot be changed overnight.
At this time, Sister Zhong walked in and said respectfully, "Master, Miss Su is here."
Miss Su?
Huanhuan glanced straight at the window on the balcony. The future young lady is also named Su?
What a coincidence, he has the same last name as her.
Mo Jia's eyes darkened a bit, and the displeasure on his face was obvious.
Sister Zhong saw clearly, "Old Master, please go to the living room."
Mojia's eyes were lowered, and the deep darkness in his eyes was enough to cover the entire sky.
He stood up very slowly, and then walked out of the study in an orderly manner.
Huanhuan was very curious about this Miss Su, and was about to follow her without thinking, but Sister Zhong stopped her, "You don't have to follow the young master. This place is too dirty. Please clean it up."
After saying that, he closed the door directly and threw Su Huanhuan's children's shoes here alone.
"Wherever it's dirty, I have to clean it twice a day, and I'm more punctual than my aunt!" Huanhuan complained, picked up a clean rag, and wiped it here and there reluctantly.
My thoughts drifted downstairs unknowingly.
What does Miss Su look like? She must be a great beauty.
Mo Jia slowly went downstairs and walked into the living room. There was a person sitting on the sofa with his back to him. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, just looking at his ecstatic back was enough to arouse people's imagination.
Mo Tieyi sat beside him, looking very happy, and even had a faint smile on his lips. When he saw his grandson, he waved and said, "Mo Jia, come here to see Miss Su."
The woman's body shook slightly. It could be seen that she was very nervous, but she still mustered up the courage and slowly turned her head...
When she saw Mo Jia coming towards her, it was like the evening drums and morning bells were ringing in her ears. She forgot where she was and who she was. All she could see was this clear and dusty figure, as if she had stepped out of a classical scroll.