Who wants to learn sewing skills while dating?

Chapter 393 The Marshal and the Doctor 21

"Doctor Chu is back so late," the man sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at the late Doctor Chu with an aggrieved and accusing tone.

Perhaps out of some attempt to conceal his guilt, the man had already changed out of his business suit and into his home clothes. His hair was still dripping with water, and his body was slightly damp; it looked like he'd rushed to shower after returning.

Without the wrinkled shirt and the aroma of coffee as evidence, who would have known that this Young Master Mo was working part-time as a lecher in a coffee shop half an hour ago?

Chu Jun was naturally sure who was kissing him, and Mo Heng's attempts to hide the truth were in vain.

Seeing his lover sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and holding a chess piece in his hand, looking bored, Chu Jun raised his eyebrows. He did not confront Mo Heng immediately. Instead, he answered Mo Heng's question as if nothing had happened.

"Something happened, so it's a little late."

There was nothing wrong with Chu Jun's expression. Except that the corners of his mouth were a little redder than when he left, as if they were broken, everything else was the same as usual.

"Really?" Mo Heng's eyes couldn't help but fall on the corner of Chu Jun's mouth, and then he quickly looked away. He didn't dare to ask Dr. Chu what was going on. He stood up from the sofa swiftly, "Dr. Chu, are you hungry? I'll go prepare dinner now."

As he spoke, Mo Heng had already walked towards the kitchen, and his back looked like he was running away.

Chu Jun did not stop Mo Heng. After all, for him, eating was indeed the most important thing, and Mo Heng's move was right.

And, most importantly, is there any difference between morning and evening?

In any case, Mo Heng is bound to be in trouble today.

Mo Heng, who was absent-minded in the kitchen and even touching the corner of his mouth, suddenly shuddered and cold sweat broke out on his back, even wetting his forehead.

A bad premonition came over me.

He quickly turned around to look at the kitchen door, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no one there. Secretly, he felt that he was paranoid.

Fortunately, Dr. Chu did not follow him. If Dr. Chu had blocked him in the kitchen, it would have been too miserable. There was no window in the kitchen, and he couldn't even jump out of the window.

Thinking that Dr. Chu was still waiting for him outside for dinner, Mo Heng shook his head and quickly cleared his mind of everything, concentrating on making dinner.

If Dr. Chu wants to settle the score with me, what if he lets me off because my cooking is delicious?

Mo Heng, who always strives to pay attention to every detail and leave a way out when doing things, is also particularly serious when dealing with Dr. Chu's matters.

Of course, whether these little plans of his were feasible or not depended entirely on Dr. Chu himself in the living room, and Mo Heng had no idea at all.

Fortunately, no subordinates came to Mo Heng to report on their work today. Otherwise, their young marshal, who has always been steady, reliable and calculating, would be seen by his subordinates in a dazed state. This would probably make his subordinates think of more terrifying things.

For example, a world war is about to break out, or the army is about to be disbanded.

It's never a good thing.

Even though Mo Heng was in a state of confusion, he didn't let his hands stop him from preparing a sumptuous dinner. Three dishes and a soup, all of which were Chu Jun's favorites.

However, when it came time to put it on the table, Mo Heng was in trouble.

He seems...needs to eat at the same table with Dr. Chu...

Mo Heng hesitated for a while before bringing the first dish to the table. He glanced at Dr. Chu who was reading a newspaper on the sofa.

His expression remained unchanged, and he was reading the newspaper very attentively. Nothing changed from usual.

Logically speaking, Mo Heng should be relieved when he gets here.

But things definitely shouldn't be like this!

How could anyone who was forcibly kissed, especially someone like Dr. Chu who was planning a blind date and marriage, and was forcibly kissed by a man, just let it go so easily!

Absolutely impossible!

There must be some storm waiting for me behind the scenes.

Things had developed to this point, but Mo Heng was not so panicked anymore.

Since it is certain that there is a disaster ahead, let's do it.

Maybe if he admitted his mistake with a better attitude and was more sincere, he could still be friends with Dr. Chu.

If Dr. Chu cares...

The worst outcome is probably to go our separate ways.

Although he was carefree when he guessed, Mo Heng's heart ached when he thought of Chu Jun's resolute back when she left that day in the big world.

Don't want him to leave!

I don't want him to marry someone else!

I don't want there to be other people between him and Chu Yun!

Want him to stay...

There is nothing that Mo Heng doesn't understand about his own thoughts.

He liked Chu Yun, he liked her so much, the kind he wanted to have in his dreams.

But what is Chu Jun’s attitude towards this?

Mo Heng didn't know, and he didn't dare to think about it. He was afraid that the answer he would get would be that he and the Miss Xiao he met today were already in love, and that their families were even ready to tie the knot.

The final result...

If Mo Heng insisted on making a fuss about it, it would definitely be more tragic than parting ways.

The last soup was served. It was already dark outside.

Chu Jun put down the newspaper in his hand and sat down at the dining table.

"What good day is today? Why are you eating such a sumptuous meal?" Chu Jun asked in a teasing tone, picking up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs with his chopsticks and putting it in his bowl.

Mo Heng didn't dare look at Chu Jun, but just smiled awkwardly: "Today, there are too many dishes delivered, so I made a little more. This fish was just caught this morning. It was still alive and kicking when I killed it. It's very fresh. Come and try it."

Mo Heng didn't dare to let Chu Yun continue speaking, so he put some food into Chu Yun's bowl and ate his meal, which probably would have shut Chu Yun up.

Chu Jun looked at the food in his bowl that was almost piled up like a mountain, and pressed the corners of his mouth to suppress his smile.

Mo Heng's guilty look was truly hilarious. If possible, Chu Jun would have loved to watch him for a few more days.

But considering the ever-changing situation in society, Chu Jun decided to talk things out quickly. He didn't want his relationship with Mo Heng to be delayed because of some unexpected events.

The principle of not talking while eating and not talking while sleeping seems to have saved Mo Heng's life.

After Chu Jun took the first bite, he didn't say anything else. He finished his meal quietly and cleared all the food in the bowl. After the meal, he wiped his mouth gracefully. It seemed that he was very satisfied with Chef Mo's dinner today.

There was no hired help in the apartment, so the cleaning work naturally fell to Young Master Mo.

After all, Dr. Chu's hands are used to cure diseases and save lives. They are very delicate in Mo Heng's place and cannot be touched by those oily stains.

Usually, while Mo Heng was washing dishes, Dr. Chu would go back to his room to take a shower or continue reading the newspaper. But he would always go back to rest when it was time.

Mo Heng was in a state of uncertainty. His courageous spirit shrank back after the meal. He just wanted to avoid tonight, so he washed the dishes very slowly.

There were three dishes, one soup, and his and Chu Yun's rice bowls, a total of three plates, one large bowl, and two small bowls. Mo Heng took more than an hour to wash them.

Chu Jun sat in the living room and listened to the intermittent sound of water for an hour.

Whenever the sound of water stopped, he thought Mo Heng had finished wasting time, but in fact the faucet was turned on again.

After a few times, Chu Yun understood Mo Heng's determination to be a coward, and his heart became more determined.

The last small bowl for eating belonged to Dr. Chu. Mo Heng took an extra long time to wash it. He only stopped when the bowl was almost polished to a crisp.

Look at the clock.

Okay, half past nine.

It’s time for Dr. Chu to go to bed.

I pricked up my ears to listen to the noises in the living room, but there was no sound of flipping newspapers.

But to be on the safe side, Mo Heng quietly picked up a soup spoon with a slightly mirror-like reflective surface and prepared to hide at the door to see if there was anyone there.

The sound of water stopped for a while, which attracted Chu Yun's attention.

I think I'm done washing it this time.

Chu Jun thought so, raised his sleepy head from the sofa, and looked towards the kitchen.

Then, he watched as a silver spoon appeared at the entrance of the kitchen, even reflecting the light from above.

Is he the top guy? Is he a fool?