One Child, Two Babies: The President's Nightly Delight

the next day.

When Nianmu got up, the people from the moving company had already arrived.

She doesn't have many things, just two suitcases of clothes and books, and some experimental equipment, all packed.

The worker of the moving company was busy for a while, then he carried her things into the car, and then asked, "Ma'am, do you want to go to the moving address with our car?"

Nianmu thought that Mu Shaoling must have made arrangements, shook his head, and said, "I still have to go to work, so you can deliver the things to the designated address, and someone will pick them up there."

"Okay." The person from the moving company turned and left.

Nianmu returned to the apartment, took out the separated medicine from the insulation layer of the refrigerator, and put it in the briefcase.

She was worried that these things would be moved by the moving company.

After taking the medicine, Nianmu packed the soup separately and left the apartment with her. The moment she closed the door, she looked back.

Recalling that when she moved in before, she was reluctant, but now that she is finally moving out, there are some complicated emotions in her heart, and she doesn't know how to describe it for a while.

Is it reluctance?

Nianmu lowered her eyes, mocking her current mood, perhaps because she shared memories with Mu Shaoling here, she was like this...

But moving away this time also made her realize that Mu Shaoling didn't have to do it by herself.

He did this to show his attitude. He didn't agree to it at that time, so he won't be nostalgic for him anymore.

or...

After leaving the apartment, Nianmu stopped a car and went to T Group.

It was still early, when she walked into T Group, Dong Zijun hadn't returned to the office yet.

Nianmu put all the thermos bottles filled with soup on the table and started to do the translation work. During this time, there were a lot of translation documents. If she didn’t hurry up, she would not be able to translate at all.

Dong Zijun would pass by Nian Mu's office when he was going to work, and saw that the light was on, he looked out of curiosity and saw that she was already working there.

"Professor Nian, good morning, why are you so early?" Dong Zijun greeted with a smile.

"I came earlier today than before, Special Assistant Dong, have you had breakfast?" Nian Mu asked with a smile, after she made soup from the ingredients she subconsciously bought yesterday, she brought them over, and he also had a share .

"I haven't eaten yet. Susu is going to accompany the child to participate in the school's predestined activities today. I don't have much time to take care of me, so I bought some food on the way." Dong Zijun raised the bag in his hand, it was his breakfast.

Seeing this, Nianmu took out one of the thermos cups and said, "Tezhu Dong, I made some soup to clear away heat and nourish the lungs, why don't you drink some?"

When Dong Zijun heard this, he was flattered. Having tried Nian Mu's cooking skills, he knew that this fish soup must be delicious.

"Thank you so much, Professor Nian, it's cold today, and I was just thinking of something warm to drink." He stepped forward to take it, saw that there were still two bottles left, and said by the way, "Is this for the boss?"

"Eh..." Nianmu rubbed his head, wanting to say that he didn't prepare for Mu Shaoling. There are two pots here, one is his own and the other is for Tina.

Dong Zijun realized that she was hesitant to speak, and guessed, "Don't tell me you didn't prepare it for the boss?"

"Boss Mu doesn't lack these..." Nian Mu said, if Mu Shaoling wants to eat, he won't be hungry anywhere.

Dong Zijun shook his head, looked at Nianmu's face, wondering in his heart, did she really not understand or did it on purpose?

"Professor Nian, I think you should prepare one for Mr. Mu, otherwise, I'll give it to him?" Dong Zijun said, if Mu Shaoling knew that Nian Mu had prepared soup for himself, but not for him, wouldn't it be good? Didn't you want to peel off his skin?

Nian Mu listened and understood what he meant. Indeed, it is not appropriate to prepare for others but not for him.

But Mu Shaoling made such an arrangement, if he prepares for it again, isn't it just being sentimental or causing him to misunderstand?

Nianmu thought for a few seconds, and had no choice but to compromise, and handed over his own bottle, "Can you give this to Mr. Mu?"

"Professor Nian, you have made arrangements. How about this? You made the soup. Of course, it would be better if you delivered it yourself. Thank you for the soup. I'll go back to work in the office first." After Dong Zijun finished speaking, he left with a thermos.

Nian Mu couldn't help but watched him leave, and then looked at the bottle of soup, did he really want to send it to Mu Shaoling?

She shook her head, bowed her head, and continued to translate the document.

When Mu Shaoling returned to his office, he would pass Nian Mu's office. When he passed by, he saw Nian Mu working with his head down. He remained silent and walked over directly.

When Nianmu reacted and raised his head, he had already walked over.

She stood up subconsciously, but thought that it would be impolite to stand here and call Mu Shaoling to stop, so she sat down awkwardly.

When Mu Shaoling passed Dong Zijun's office, he saw him drinking soup, so he stopped, "What are you doing?"

"Boss, I'm drinking soup." Dong Zijun noticed that Mu Shaoling didn't have a thermos in his hand, and wondered, Nianmu hasn't given him the soup yet?

"Drink soup early in the morning?" Mu Shaoling raised his eyebrows, and he could smell the aroma of soup from a distance.

Dong Zijun explained: "This is the soup that Professor Nian gave me. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

Nianmu delivering soup to Dong Zijun?

"Who gave it to you?" Mu Shaoling asked again.

"It's Professor Nian." Dong Zijun deliberately didn't understand his emotions, and repeated it.

Mu Shaoling's eyes were cold, Nian Mu would rather give soup to a man who had nothing to do with her than prepare it for herself. Does she still have him in her heart?

Dong Zijun looked at Mu Shaoling's dark face, held back his smile, and put on a puzzled expression on purpose, "Boss, do you have any orders?"

Mu Shaoling walked back to his office without saying a word.

Dong Zijun immediately drank the last sip of the soup. Mu Shaoling's expression just now was so wonderful that he even believed that if he didn't take a sip, the soup would fall into the hands of the other party.

"Professor Nian, hurry up and deliver the soup, or the whole company will suffer later." He muttered to himself, taking a risk in order to stimulate Mu Shaoling.

If Nianmu didn't send the soup over later, not only himself, but also the senior executives below would suffer during the meeting.

Nianmu sorted out the minutes of yesterday's meeting, then printed out the translated documents, and took them to Dong Zijun's office, "Tezhu Dong, these are the sorted documents and translated materials, please take a look."

Dong Zijun glanced at it, then closed it, and said, "I keep the minutes of the meeting here, and the translated documents, you can take them in and give them to the boss."

Nian Mu Wenyan said, "Didn't you take it in?"