The Rest Of My Life Is For You

Zheng Yan had not finished speaking, when Mo Yongheng took the food container from her hands and had his head lowered as he started eating the noodles.

He ate very quickly and in just a while, he had finished a huge portion of pork trotter noodles.

"Slow down, no one's fighting with you for it. I'd originally thought that you could just eat a few bites for the sake of it if you didn't like to eat pig trotter noodles. I didn't expect that you would like it so much," Zheng Yan stared at Mo Yongheng who had his head buried in the bowl of noodles and teased happily.

Hearing her words, Mo Yongheng froze in his act of eating the noodles and raised his head to look at her.

His gaze was unfathomable to her.

He wasn't hungry and did not believe that eating pig trotter noodles would get rid of bad luck. It was only because this contained her sincerity.

Mo Yongheng's gaze flickered slightly and he was just about to say something when she suddenly moved closer to him and stared straight at the noodles in his bowl.

"You're savoring it with so much relish. Is it that good?"

She spoke while evidently gulping down her saliva.

Such a genuine and candid side of her easily made one's heart flutter.

Mo Yongheng used the fork to scoop a bite of noodles and raised it near to her mouth. "Do you want a bite?"

Zheng Yan did not say anything and merely lowered her head to finish the noodles he offered her, then pointed to the pig trotters inside the bowl.

"I want one of those too!"

"Alright." Mo Yongheng quickly took the piece of pig trotter and put it into her mouth.

The small piece of pig trotter had been boiled for a long time and was extremely soft and melted inside her mouth immediately.

Zheng Yan even continued to babble on as she ate, "It's full of collagen. Eating this is huge nourishment as it has beautifying effects. It's more useful than eating any beauty capsules!"

"Have more then." Mo Yongheng fed her another piece of it.

When he was about to feed her the third piece, Zheng Yan raised her head and cautiously cast a glance at him. Her dark gaze instantly stunned Mo Yongheng.

"What's wrong?"

Huffing and puffing in anger, Zheng Yan questioned, "Am I not pretty enough? Or do you think that I'm old and the collagen on my face isn't present anymore, so you keep feeding me with pig trotters?"

"…"

Wasn't she the one who wanted to eat it?

The aloof and straightforward man was facing the biggest problem he ever had in his life. That is, not being able to guess what the woman before him was thinking.

Seeing how she wasn't eating it, he lowered his head and finished all the pig trotters inside the bowl.

The noodles had been emptied out by him as well.

Even the soup had been relished until not a single mouthful of it was left.

Seeing how she was still staring blankly at the bowl in his hands, his dark eyes narrowed as he muttered, "Zheng Yan, you're very pretty and you're not old either…"

"I think I just ate your noodles earlier," Zheng Yan suddenly remarked.

It seemed that only at this moment did she realize how intimate they had been earlier.

Her ears turned bright red and her cheeks were flushed as well.

Without waiting for Mo Yongheng to say anything, she reached out to take the food container from him and put it under her car seat.

Following this, she acted as if nothing had happened at all.

She then started the car engine and asked where he was going now.

"I'm going back to the company first. Nian Xiaomu just took over and needs someone familiar with the company's management to help her," Mo Yongheng replied. He could tell she was shy and instantly skipped the subject of them eating from the same bowl of noodles.

Hearing this, Zheng Yan frowned disapprovingly.

"Work is important, but your health is very important as well. You just got released and you're not even returning home first before heading to the company. Aren't you being too hasty? Moreover, you're wearing the same clothes straight from the police station. Even if you don't intend to go back to get some sleep, you should at least get a bath and change your clothes."

Zheng Yan stepped on the gas pedal and drove Mo Yongheng back to his private villa.

Before the Mo family elderly head had gotten ill, Mo Yongheng had always been by his side.

But, the elderly head had in fact prepared a villa for him long ago.