1873 Her Stupid Son, Meng Jue
Huo Yao leaned against her chin and veered her head slightly. “You’re his son, right? Aren’t you going to see him off?”
When Huo Yao suddenly asked, Min Yu pondered for a few seconds and said, “If his daughter-in-law sends him off, he might be happier.”
Huo Yao looked at him. “What time?”
“3:30 pm.”
“Okay.”
Huo Yao nodded and agreed without hesitation.
“Uh huh,” acknowledged Min Yu as he spun his phone nonchalantly. He checked the time, put down his phone, and asked, “What would you like for lunch?”
The topic changed so quickly that Huo Yao was at a loss. Then, the names of a few dishes rolled off her tongue. “… Just these will do.”
Min Yu stood up and smiled at Huo Yao without saying a word.
Huo Yao promptly took the couch cushion, leaned against it, and looked languid. She promptly changed her words. “I mean anything works for me.”
Min Yu raised his brow and spoke deeply, “Anything?”
Huo Yao unexpectedly lost balance. Her cheek twitched as she shrugged. “I mean I can eat whatever Chef Min cooks.”
“I just wanted you to help prepare the ingredients,” said Min Yu casually.
Huo Yao, “…”
Min Yu laughed. His eyes landed on her hands. Her fingers were long and slender. Her palms looked soft and pink. They were so beautiful that they were no different from works of art. He really wanted to keep them for himself.
Min Yu suddenly sighed softly. “Never mind. I can’t bear to make you work.”
Saying this, he turned to go to the kitchen.
Huo Yao veered her head. The man left a long shadow on the ground as he walked off. She kept looking at him until he disappeared out of sight. Then, she blinked with a slight smile on her face.
Unfortunately, Min Yu failed to catch it.
After lunch, Min Yu and Huo Yao left the villa and went straight to the airport.
Huo Yao happened to inadvertently see it. She raised her hand to press a button and opened the car window. She tilted her head slightly and looked out.
But nothing was there.
It felt as though she had made a mistake.
Min Yu saw Huo Yao looking out the car window. He could not help looking into the rearview mirror. “What?”
Huo Yao veered her eyes and shook her head. “Nothing. I might be mistaken.”
At this moment, her phone beeped a few times pulling her out of her thoughts.
It was text messages from Meng Jue.
Also, he had sent a few messages at a go. He was asking about the state of the robot.
Huo Yao was in a good mood, so she updated him candidly. Also, she mentioned sending it back home today.
The moment Meng Jue saw Huo Yao’s text message, he lost his cool. He called Huo Yao immediately, “Wait. Can’t you at least let me see it first before sending it home?”
Meng Jue had been dying to see the robot, so he had been waiting for her to finish it for days.
Huo Yao leaned against the car window. The wind coming in from outside the car left her hair fluttering. She raised her brow when she heard the crying tone in Meng Jue’s voice. “Don’t worry. I will send you the complete program.”
Hearing this, Meng Jue felt touched, but he was still upset. “That’s not the same. I really wanted to see it with my own eyes.”
Huo Yao pressed her brow and said, “There’s nothing I can do. It has already gone to the airport.”
“Have you already shipped it?” Meng Jue was seated, but the moment he heard this, he jumped from his seat altogether. “No way. Give me the flight details. I’m going to see if I can stop the shipment and get it back.”
Huo Yao was speechless.
Was something wrong with her stupid son?
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