469: Xiao Liuliu's biological mother (3)

Xiao Liuliu's biological mother (3)

At her words, Yu Yuehan took Nian Xiaomu's hand, stood up, and walked out of the dining room.0

As soon as they sat down on the sofa, Nian Xiaomu suddenly sprang up from it.

Although she had a fearless spirit, the thought of receiving a marriage proposal made her lose her cool.

"What are you nervous about?" Yu Yuehan chortled at the sight of her acting jittery and apprehensive.

Tapping the tip of her nose gently with his finger, he sat her down on the sofa again. Taking the box from the butler, he placed it in her hand and instructed, "Take a look."

"…"

As Nian Xiaomu cupped the jewelry box in her hand, she felt feverish with excitement!

She swallowed hard, and just as she felt that her heart was about to leap out of her throat, she mustered the courage to open the box.

Her eyes narrowed once she saw what was inside!

Picking up the brooch, she muttered in shock, "This is the present that you want to give me?"

Did she seem like someone who needed a brooch?

He had acted so secretly just to show this to her?!

Wait a second…

A thought suddenly struck Nian Xiaomu, and she took a closer look at the brooch.

The design and color of the brooch seemed more suited for elders.

Surely he wasn't…

"Didn't you say that you wanted to give Grandma a present? This brooch is the style she likes."

The brooch that Nian Xiaomu was keen on had been bought by Wen Yadai at the auction.

However, he had taken to heart how she had expressed her desire to dote on Grandma.

As he observed all the expressions on Nian Xiaomu's face, Yu Yuehan snickered in jest and asked, "What did you think was inside the box, Nian Xiaomu?"

Nian Xiaomu: "…!!"

Ah! Ah! Ah!

He must have done it on purpose!

Recalling how she had acted coy and nervous, Nian Xiaomu felt a deep sense of embarrassment!

Just you wait, Yu Yuehan!

If there was a next time, even if he were to get down on one knee to propose to her with a ring, she would be extremely calm!

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Nian Xiaomu did not have to go to work today.

After she had eaten her fill, Nian Xiaomu headed back to her bed to catch up on more sleep, but Yu Yuehan scooped her up and carried her to the study.

He had to work from home, so she would simply sit on his lap and watch him.

Nian Xiaomu was obviously not pleased with this arrangement. Just when she tried to get up from his lap, Yu Yuehan let out a low grunt.

It did not sound like a normal grunt, but more like…

An impending sense of doom stirred in Nian Xiaomu. Yu Yuehan leaned over and whispered, "Don't move. Otherwise, I'll stop working, and you can forget about catching up on sleep."

Nian Xiaomu: "…"

Fine, you win!!

After Yu Yuehan's threat, Nian Xiaomu obediently rested in his embrace, afraid to even stir.

It is commonly known that a man looks most charming when he is seriously working.

Since Nian Xiaomu had just woken up, she was not sleepy.

Feeling bored to tears from just sitting in Yu Yuehan's arms, Nian Xiaomu tilted her head to read through the documents on the computer.

Occasionally, when Yu Yuehan looked down at her and saw that she was deep in thought, he would drop a few questions and ask for her opinion.

Nian Xiaomu did not try to hide her thoughts and answered him truthfully.

The pair were compatible in their thought processes and seemed to read each other's minds. Every time a comment was made, the other person would agree and acknowledge it.

Yu Yuehan's gaze grew deeper as he looked at Nian Xiaomu who seemed to be a different person when she discussed work matters.

"I'm not doing this anymore!

When Nian Xiaomu snapped back to her senses, she realized that she did not stand to gain anything by helping Yu Yuehan go through the documents. Instead, she leaned lazily against him and gazed at his handsome face.

The sunbeams shone in from outside and lit up the huge study, warming up the mood in the air.

Yu Yuehan's perfect features stood out clearly in the light.

As Nian Xiaomu looked on, she could not resist reaching out to touch his face…

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