Young Master's Beloved Baby

Mo Chongyan looked at her and asked, "is there anything you don't believe in me?"

Tan Yutong shook his head, "no, because it's you, so as long as it's you, I believe it. Also because it's you, so as long as you say it, I won't doubt it, just because this person is you."

Mo Chongyan smiles with satisfaction, and his eyebrows are full of happiness.

They left the movie hall and went to the mall again.

In fact, there is nothing to buy, just simply want to go, such a quiet good time, can be rare, suspicious nature is to cherish.

Holding hands with each other, walking slowly on the path, do not speak, also feel that this life is very beautiful.

It was getting dark. They found a restaurant and sat down.

Before Mo Chongyan opened his mouth, Tan Yutong opened his mouth and said:

"I know this restaurant is not good enough, and I know your mouth has been raised, but please don't tell the truth in front of the waiters later."

Mo Chongyan eyebrows slightly pick, "why can't you say? Is there anything wrong with their restaurant that people don't want to point out? "

Tan Yutong shook his head and said, "I don't mean that. Of course, you can point out their shortcomings, but not all restaurants have the same excellent cooks. Otherwise, why do they have star class?"

Mo Chongyan naturally understood the meaning of what Tan Yutong said. He pursed his lips or nodded his head and said:

"I see. I'll try not to say anything later."

Tan Yutong helpless, "it's not to let you say nothing, just hope you can say euphemism."

After thinking about it, Mo Chongyan shook his head and said:

"I'd better not say anything. After all, only in this way can we be really euphemistic. "

Tan Yutong thought of Mo Chongyan's preciseness and his attitude towards employees, so he said nothing more.

After all, he is the president of a listed company and the young master of Mohist school. Since he was a child, he has been used to eating well. All the meals in his family are cooked according to the taste of Mo Chongyan.

After a long time, Mo Chongyan would feel that this is the standard of a dish, but he forgot that not everyone is a first-class chef.

It's a good meal. At least Mo Chongyan didn't say anything and ate it silently. He didn't look like a picky eater.

In the spare time of dessert, Tan Yutong couldn't help praising Mo Chongyan.

"Chongyan, you are great."

Mo Chongyan frowned slightly. He knew what Tan Yutong meant and said in a slow voice:

"I didn't really like it. I just remembered what you said to me just now, so I swallowed everything I wanted to say."

After picking up the napkin on the table, Mo Chongyan wiped his hands and then continued:

"besides, the dishes just now really don't suit my taste, but I think you eat delicious, so I didn't say anything."

Tan Yutong couldn't help looking at him and said, "you're a young master, and you're not a professional food connoisseur. What are you so picky about?"

Mo Chongyan pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but after a look at Tan Yutong, he swallowed what he had said and said nothing.

"My wife's lesson is that I'll follow you to eat and choose nothing."