Gu Mochen... he was just like the poppy flower.
A moment ago... his expression could be bewitching, pampering you to the core.
The next moment... he immediately put on an act, the very image of a meticulous boss.
This was really him, putting his identity in proper place. Jian Ran couldn't help but laugh silently to herself as she watched the man take on such a solemn and serious demeanor, pondering for a moment. This husband... should she call out to him or not?
She... always acted willfully towards Gu Mochen, the two of them secretly vying with each other. She wanted to win a round... but every time, she would lose miserably.
Thinking of this, Jian Ran couldn't help but speak up in annoyance.
"Um... Husband! Gu Mochen, are you satisfied now?"
"Not sweet enough."
Jian Ran: "..."
Sweet my ass.
A hint of a smile squeezed its way onto Jian Ran's lips as she softened her voice.
"Husband..."
"Come... be good, call me husband while hugging my arm."
Jian Ran: "..."