The cloud of twin glazed glass rises and falls for you

Chapter 109 Home Ownership
As soon as it was opened, the most eye-catching side was the column of "House Owner", in which were the names of Yun Qi and Mo Li, and the house was exactly the forest villa where Mo Li was now.

"Boss Yun is so generous, what does this... mean?"

Is it the popular routine of a domineering president?When the CEO fell in love with a woman, he immediately gave away a house, a car, and so on.

"Isn't that what you asked for yourself? You want a safe place, and no one can find you. Do you think...is there a safer place than mine?"

"Can you still play like this?"

No, if you really want to find a safe place for me, you can just transfer the full ownership of the house to me.

Why don't you write the names of two people together on it, making it so ambiguous?

"Mr. Yun, do you know... what does it usually mean when two people's names are written on the real estate certificate?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Mo Li felt that something was wrong. How did it feel that he had dug a hole for himself again?He almost slapped himself on the spot, why did he become more and more outspoken?Now this is, did you say what came to mind?
"Well, I didn't think too much about it when I went through the formalities. I just thought it was a matter of course, isn't it? My Mrs. Yun?"

Mrs. Yun is a ghost, why does this person always like to make random assumptions about herself, Mo Li decided to ignore him.

Yun Qi, who originally thought about going to the company to deal with some documents after solving the matter here, suddenly changed his mind when he saw Mo Li struggling to pick up the potato chips on the table with both hands.

"Mr. Yun, don't you want to go?" Chu He reminded, isn't there a meeting later?
"It's getting late, go to the company after dinner at home, well, let's change it to a video conference, and you can inform me."

"Okay, Mr. Yun."

Mo Li gave the hand that took the potato chips a bite, raised her head suspiciously, and looked at the ink clock on the wall. It's only 4 o'clock, it's time for dinner?
Regardless of him, Mo Li tore a hole in the bag of potato chips. Since it was inconvenient to hold and eat one by one, Mo Li lifted the bag and poured it directly into his mouth.

The result, of course, was that his hand was unsteady, and the potato chip scum fell all over his body.

After Yun Qi saw it, he immediately helped Mo Li patiently dust off the scum on his clothes, and picked up the ones that couldn't be shaken off bit by bit, "Take your time, no one will snatch it from you."

"Oh." This time, he was completely treated as a child.

Yun Qi snapped his fingers and summoned the maid beside him, "Mr. Yun, what are your orders?"

"Go and tell the kitchen that the preparation of dishes must be lighter in the past few days, and don't forget the stewed pig's feet."

"Ok."

"Stewed pig's feet?"

"Well, I'll make it up for you." Yun Qi picked up the document and put on his gold-rimmed glasses, looking very polite.

"Pig trotter, why do you mean my white and slender fingers look like pig trotters?"

"That's really not like it. As far as tenderness is concerned, you are better than it."

"That's it." Mo Li, who came to his senses, looked at Yun Qi indifferently, "No, why should I compare with it."

"But..." Mo Li rubbed her palm, "There were some calluses here, but they disappeared after waking up. Uh, it couldn't be...you."

"It's not my dad, it's me."

The glasses on the bridge of the nose slid down a little bit, and evolved into a standard hanging method of presbyopic glasses. Yun Qi looked over the top of the glasses lens to look at Mo Li.

"It's not just my hands. I massaged you with my own hands while you were in a coma."

(End of this chapter)