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Young and Beautiful Wife: Sir, Be Patient
Chapter 78 - 78: Too Old for Early LoveChapter 78: Too Old for Early Love
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mu Anan’s heart was beating fast.
She knew very well that saying these words to provoke the seventh master was courting death.
But her heart was too itchy.
When she thought that Seventh Master was jealous of her, she was overjoyed.
She really wanted to confirm if Seventh Master was jealous and angry because of Huo Xian.
If it was true, then the relationship was considered budding.
In the future, she could even do something even more intense and crazy to improve her relationship with Zong Zhengyu.
Once their relationship was promoted, even if Zhong Ting’s matter was exposed in the end, the result would be completely different.
Mu Anan stole a glance at Zong Zhengyu.
Seventh Master’s dangerous eyes were like a hidden hurricane. Mu Anan was both afraid and excited.
However, although she was excited, Mu Anan did not dare to act too much.
She rushed to explain, “I should ask Huo Xian to pick it up and let him know that my Seventh Master is looking for me and that I had no time for him!”
As soon as she said this, the ruthlessness in the Seventh Master’s eyes eased a lot.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“And I shouldn’t get to have hotpot with Huo Xian tomorrow night, I should have it today.”
When Mu Anan said this, Zong Zhengyu immediately went forward and pressed her onto the table.
His slender hands moved from Mu Anan’s face to her slender neck.
If he exerted any force, Mu Anan’s neck would break.
“Young girl, are you having fun?” Seventh Master lowered his voice and controlled the strength of his wrist.
He applied his pressure with one light and one heavy stroke.
He could threaten Mu Anan but would not let her get hurt.
Mu Anan had originally intended to play the pity, but because of Zong Zhengyu’s words, she immediately broke into laughter.
He reached out to hug Zong Zhengyu’s neck, “Seventh Master, you are so smart? How do you know that I’m joking with you?”
Zong Zhengyu was too lazy to respond. He took Mu Anan’s hand away, sat on the chair, and ordered, “Go back to sleep.”
“I’m not sleepy.”
As Mu Anan spoke, she bent down and hugged Zong Zhengyu from behind, “My Seventh Master is angry with me. I will lose sleep, “My Seventh Master is so bad. He’s angry with me, ignoring me, not letting me follow him, and even pointing a gun at me. My Seventh Master is too bad.”
As she spoke, Mu Anan started to cry.
Seventh Master reached out to pinch her face, “Shut up.”
“No!” Mu Anan was determined!
Because Mu Anan was holding Zong Zhengyu at the back, Zong Zhengyu raised his head slightly and squinted his eyes when he saw her.
“Seventh Master, are you still angry with me?”
When Mu Anan asked, she had already pulled Zong Zhengyu’s hand away and sat directly in his arms.
He reached out to push Mu Anan away, but she stuck to Zong Zhengyu like a plaster.
In the end, Zong Zhengyu stopped and looked coldly at the girl who was smiling evilly.
The servant girl hugged Zong Zhengyu and asked, “Seventh Master, do you not like me being with Huo Xian?”
Zong Zhengyu did not answer.
“Seventh Master, if you don’t like me being with Huo Xian, I can ignore Huo Xian in the future.”
As Mu Anan spoke, she let go of Zong Zhengyu slightly.
However, her face was very close to Zong Zhengyu’s and the tips of their noses touched each other.
Zong Zhengyu’s heart softened when he saw Mu Anan’s eyes.
“Seventh Master?”
Mu Anan said again.
Zong Zheng’s hand suddenly pressed and his body leaned upwards. Mu Anan’s body leaned against the desk and tilted slightly.
Zong Zhengyu had already come over.
Mu Anan felt as if her entire body was being surrounded by Seventh Master’s aura and scent. This feeling of being surrounded made Mu Anan’s mind start to become chaotic.
This feeling of being surrounded made her feel only one thing: “I’m his!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe belonged to Seventh Master.
Mu Anan was under Zong Zheng’s command!
This exclusive feeling made Mu Anan feel as if the entire world was filled with colorful flowers. There seemed to be some voices shouting in her ears, but she could not tell.
Her entire body felt numb as she stared at the man in front of her, getting closer and closer.
Her heart…
She could no longer think about her heart. She had no idea if it was beating or not, if she was still alive, or if it had stopped beating.
Mu Anan felt as if she would go crazy if this man got any closer to her.
Zong Zhengyu leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Girl, Focus on your work.”
Mu Anan blinked, digesting Zong Zhengyu’s words.
Mu Anan only slowly came back to her senses when Seventh Master got up and returned to his seat. She slowly got up from the desk and sat down on the table.
Mu Anan looked at Zong Zhengyu with an aggrieved expression.
However, it was only for a moment before she restrained herself and said with a smile, “I knew it. Ever since I was young, you’ve always liked to joke with me!”
She said as if nothing had happened and jumped down from the table.
Mu Anan’s relaxed words instantly broke the awkwardness just now, making the atmosphere between her and Zong Zhengyu change back to normal again.
Zong Zhengyu looked up at her, “Be a good intern.”
“Ok, “Mu Anan nodded, “Then will you agree to let me stay in the mental hospital?”
Zong Zhengyu raised his eyes and stared at Mu Anan.
“I’m just adapting. If you want me to go to another hospital, I’ll have to adapt all over again. It’s quite hard. I’m not a natural genius. I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of effort to maintain good grades.”
As she spoke, Mu Anan tugged at Zong Zhengyu’s sleeve, “Seventh Master, can I stay in the mental hospital?”