Chapter 1361: Aren't You Going to Congratulate Brother

Chu Yao couldn’t do anything about it, since Mo Tingshen was her boss.

Sister Mi happily played the double agent, but upon closer thought, outside of work, it seemed that Sister Mi never mentioned Mo Tingshen in front of her, whether good or bad.

Whenever Chu Yao brought Mo Tingshen into the conversation, Sister Mi would suddenly play deaf.

“Have you had breakfast yet?”

Chu Yao took a sip through the straw, the hot milk warming her stomach and limbs, “Not yet.”

“You drank a lot last night, let’s have something light.”

Chu Yao asked, “Is it far?”

“Not far, just upstairs.

You’ll have plenty of time to board after eating.”

“Alright.”

Mo Tingshen reached out, and Chu Yao habitually handed her bag to him.

The long shoulder strap was wrapped around his hand a few times, turning it into a short handbag.

They ordered a bowl of noodles, a bowl of rice noodles, a cold seaweed and shredded cucumber dish, and a cucumber meat slice soup.

Chu Yao took the bowl of rice noodles and only ate half of it, barely touched the other dishes, but finished the milk completely.

Mo Tingshen handed her a napkin to wipe her mouth, then tidied up the table simply before they walked out of the restaurant.

As they went downstairs, a person carrying a suitcase rushed up, Mo Tingshen blocked them and moved Chu Yao aside.

He stood on the higher step behind her, with his arm stretched out to her side to prevent her from being bumped into.

Once that person went up, he descended the stairs alongside her.

As she was about to board, Chu Yao said goodbye and asked for her bag back.

Mo Tingshen called her, “Xiao Yao.”

“What is it?”

“Aren’t you going to wish your brother good luck?”

A trace of disgust flashed across Chu Yao’s face, but she concealed it well, even smiling at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, meeting his gaze without hesitation.

Mo Tingshen walked a few steps closer with his hands behind his back, “If you don’t want me to get mar…”

“Brother,” Chu Yao smiled lightly, “Congratulations on your wedding.”

Mo Tingshen’s mouth froze for a moment, and he raised his brow slightly when he looked down.

He appeared to exhale a long breath, but when he looked up again, no trace of awkwardness was left.

He took off his suit jacket and draped it over her, “Wear it on the plane to keep warm.”

“Mm!”

Chu Yao didn’t bother to pull the jacket around herself.

She stepped back a couple of paces, watching him, seemingly waiting to see if he had anything else to say.

Not wanting to turn back again, once she confirmed he had nothing more to say, she turned and walked away.

Her footsteps didn’t falter.

Beside the queue was a trash can, and Chu Yao grabbed the collar of the jacket and tugged it off, ready to toss it into the bin.

“Xiao Yao.”

Mo Tingshen called her softly.

Chu Yao shivered inexplicably, swung her arm, and seamlessly draped the jacket over her elbow.

Inside, she had to put everything she was wearing into the basket for security check.

Once she got through, she collected all her items, except for Mo Tingshen’s jacket.

An employee called out to her, “Excuse me, you forgot your jacket.”

“Oh,” Chu Yao turned back with a smile, “It’s broken, can you throw it away for me?”

The employee felt she looked familiar, took a second glance, while Chu Yao pushed her sunglasses up her nose and turned to leave.

The employee couldn’t leave his post, and since she clearly didn’t want the jacket, he prepared to throw it away until a man called out to him, said a few words, and he hesitantly handed it to that man.

Half an hour later, the plane took off.

Mo Tingshen stood in the airport parking lot, leaning against the car front, looking up at the plane flying overhead.