My iceberg smiled

Chapter 682
"Master, sorry for keeping you waiting."

After meeting Mrs. Shen today, Zhuo Qiu was not in a very high mood, and had a chat with Anan on the way.

Until just now when he entered the door, he performed a red envelope show in front of Han Mochen.

He felt that he had really become a president these years, so much so that he forgot who the real boss was.

Han Mochen put down the original document written in German in his hand, glanced at Zhuo Qiu, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Just looking at Zhuo Qiu made Zhuo Qiu break into a cold sweat.

"Master, Little Pudding, she..."

"I'm still sick."

"Well, I understand."

"What do you know?" Han Mochen asked.

"Young Master doesn't want Little Pudding to meet Mrs. Shen." Zhuo Qiu replied speculatively.

"Did I say I didn't want to?"

Zhuo Qiu fell silent.

Looking at the "unwilling" face of the young man in front of him, Zhuo Qiu didn't know what to say.

You obviously don't want to, so why bother with duplicity.

Han Mo Chen got up, and glanced at the closed door upstairs.

It took a long time before he said, "Wait until she recovers."

Zhuo Qiu was stunned for a moment, and then asked tentatively: "Young Master, what you mean is...after Little Pudding recovers from his illness, then..."

"Well, let's arrange a meeting."

Zhuo Qiu was surprised. On the way back, he had already calculated that the young master would definitely not agree.

He didn't expect that the other party would just agree, which was different from the Han Mo Chen he knew.

These years, Zhuo Qiu has seen how much Han Mochen has relied on Little Pudding.

Back then when Little Pudding disappeared and my young master fell seriously ill, wasn't it also because of that little guy?

If Little Pudding and Shen's family are really allowed to meet, there's no telling what will happen in the future, just in case...

"Master, in case Little Pudding leaves her..."

"She won't." Han Mochen was decisive, his deep eyes were full of determination.

Zhuo Qiu had been interrupted several times by Han Mochen from the very beginning.

Although the young master is speaking calmly and affirmatively now, he can still feel a trace of impatience and anxiety from the other party's words.

It's not that the young master didn't think about what happened today.

It's just that when the moment really comes, it may still be a little difficult to accept.

That affirmation is just a comfort to my heart.

After all, it was Little Pudding himself who made the final decision.

"If the young master has made a decision, I will contact Mrs. Shen in a few days." Zhuo Qiu said.

He didn't even dare to vent his breath at the moment.

"Another month's delay." Han Mochen said.

Zhuo Qiu quickly responded, "Okay."

"Wait after Xiaoxiao's final exam."

Zhuo Qiu: "Okay."

What the young master says is what he says.

It's not just a month's delay, even if the young master says a year's delay, he won't have any objections.

Zhuo Qiu was always on Han Mochen's side, no doubt about it.

Han Mochen was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "I'm going to cook the porridge, she should wake up later."

Zhuo Qiu said: "I'll go, young master, you rest."

Han Mochen didn't look back at Zhuo Qiu at all, but said quietly: "She doesn't like to drink what you cooked."

Zhuo Qiu: "..."

Zhuo Qiu is depressed, it seems that Little Pudding has never eaten the porridge she cooked, right?Why don't you like drinking?

For the young master's consistent domineering, Zhuo Qiu has no solution and must obey.

Ever since Han Mochen started to take charge of the kitchen at home, Zhuo Qiu felt that the few Michelin chefs transferred from Longjing could go out of business.

Suddenly I envied that profession, I could still get paid without working.

It's all up to the young master to be happy.

With a ding, the SMS alert sounded.

Zhuo Qiu subconsciously took out his mobile phone to take a look.

[The bank card ending in **** will transfer 500 yuan to you. 】

Zhuo Qiu: "..." Day oh.

(End of this chapter)