I'm Secretly Married to a Big Shot

"Mm, Mo Yesi, I'll listen to you." Qiao Mianmian leaned against his chest gently. She could hear his steady and strong heartbeat and smell the man's warm scent. At this moment, she felt very blissful.

"If I have the time, I'll come back to see you."

"What are you running around for, just wait for me to come over and see you." Mo Yesi couldn't bear to let her be burdened. "I have more free time. Moreover, there are a few orders to discuss in Country Y next month. Just wait for me there obediently, don't run around on your own, understand?"

"I'm not running around…"

"Baby, be good. Listen to me." Mo Yesi's gentle voice was a little domineering. "Don't fight with me about this."

Qiao Mianmian was speechless.

"Alright." She nodded. "I won't fight with you anymore. I'll listen to you. Alright? Then, can you let go of me now? I have to clean up."

"Go on." Mo Yesi seemed satisfied. He smiled and rubbed her head. "When you're done packing, I'll help you check again to see if anything is missing."

…

Qiao Mianmian had brought enough luggage for three months.

Mo Yesi used two huge suitcases to put her things in.

After packing up, Qiao Mianmian felt hungry, so the two of them went downstairs for supper hand in hand.

Thinking about how they were going to be apart for a few months, Qiao Mianmian suggested that she cook supper for him.

"Tell me, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you." Qiao Mianmian tied her hair into a bun and put on an apron. She opened the fridge as she spoke.

Mo Yesi stood at the kitchen door and smiled when he saw how enthusiastic she was. "Do you feel that I've worked hard packing your luggage just now and want to cook for me personally?"

"Sort of." Qiao Mianmian smiled and nodded. "You helped pack my luggage, so I'll make supper for you. Moreover, I haven't cooked for you in a long time. Didn't you say you like my food?"

"Since you want to cook for me, I can't let you down." Mo Yesi smiled as he looked at the exquisite girl in front of him. "I love it as long as it's made by you. You can decide."

"I can decide?"

"Mm. I'll eat whatever you cook." The man's voice was low and magnetic. "I'm not picky as long as it's made by you."

In other words, only Qiao Mianmian's food was good enough for him.

He was actually a very picky person.

"Alright, I'll see what's in the fridge." Qiao Mianmian looked into the fridge and saw that it was filled with all sorts of food.

"It's not good to eat greasy food at night. I'll make a few light dishes, then. I'll make vegetable porridge, too. What do you think?"

"Mm, not bad."

"Then, don't stand there. Go out and wait." Qiao Mianmian took out a few dishes from the fridge and waved at him. "I'll feel uncomfortable if you stand there watching me cook."

"Alright, I'll go out then. Are you sure you don't need my help?"

"No need, just go out and wait."

"Alright.. Then, I'll wait for your supper."