The almighty daughter pretends to be weak and seeks a big boss to back her up.

The top floor of Jingyue Huating.

Nan Yu came out of the bedroom, a little dizzy because of her drunkenness. She leaned on the door frame of the kitchen and quietly watched the man inside making hangover soup.

Xi Moze noticed the breath behind him, turned around and was a little surprised to see the person coming, "Why are you up?"

"Look at a virtuous husband." Nan Yu smiled and said, "I think you will be a very virtuous husband in the future."

Xi Moze listened to her teasing, turned down the heat, walked over slowly, and lowered his head in front of her, "Since you think I am so virtuous, will you let me be your virtuous husband?"

Nan Yu was instantly enveloped by the familiar aura. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, but when he saw the smile on his lips, he immediately thought it was just a joke.

Seeing that she had not answered, Xi Moze stepped forward slightly and touched her lips with his mouth, "Hmm? Are you willing?"

Nan Yu raised her eyes and touched the sincerity in his dark eyes. At this moment, she realized that he was serious. He was serious...

"Although virtuous enough, my standards are a bit high."

It means that he has not yet reached her standards. Xi Moze's careless smile appeared again on his face, "It seems that I still need to work hard."

Nan Yu watched him straighten up. She didn't seem to feel disappointed or have any other negative emotions because of the conversation just now. She saw that the person who had turned around suddenly turned around again, hugged her, and whispered in her ear. : "I'm not in a hurry. No matter how high the standard is, I will reach it one day."

The question just now was half joking and half serious, but now it is full of seriousness.

Nan Yu's heart trembled, and his words contained a determination that he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

Nan Yu was a little confused. She didn't know whether it was because of her drunkenness or because of those words that made her confused.

"Xi Moze, are you familiar with Tang Shu?"

"We know each other, but we're not familiar with each other." Xi Moze washed the ginger under the tap and looked back at her, "Why are you asking about this?"

Nan Yu: "It's nothing. I thought I'd seen gossip about you and her before."

Xi Moze was a little amused when he heard this, "Nan Yu, are you jealous?"

He threw a few slices of ginger into the pot, but when Nan Yu didn't reply, he thought she was angry. After all, Tang Shu was indeed different to Nan Yu and was her best friend.

"Nanyu, you said it was gossip. Can you believe it?"

He couldn't help but think about the separation in the past. Maybe she still didn't remember it now. He didn't want to say anything to upset her, but there were still some words that needed to be said. He turned to her and said seriously: "She and I have nothing to do. At most we know each other, don’t make blind assumptions.”

Nan Yu nodded lazily when he heard this. Seeing that she really didn't take it to heart, Xi Moze turned to look at the soup. "Don't stand here. I'm tired. Go rest first. The soup will be ready soon."

Nan Yu didn't listen to him and tilted her head towards the wall, watching the man roll up the cuff of his right hand, holding the handle of the spoon and turning it in the soup, while his left hand always controlled the heat.

His movements were calm and patient, and his posture was upright. The originally spacious and open kitchen actually seemed small because of his presence.

He may not belong here, but he is nestled in this small corner, holding back his unruly clothes, letting the smoke and smoke stain his body, and washing his hands to make soup.

Nan Yu thought of many years ago in Nancheng, on those gray days, there was also such a person, in the small kitchen of that villa, cooking things unhurriedly, sometimes it was hangover soup, sometimes it was... Porridge, or other food.