1379. The Cinnabar Mole on Your Chest
Yu Lingqian looked utterly confused and wiped his face. "What, is there something on my face?"
Mu Anran put down her chopsticks, propped her chin with her hand, and stared at Yu Lingqian with wide eyes. "Young Master Yu, do you know? For someone like you, an elite in society, to suddenly talk to me about how carp soup is good for lactation is just too out of place!"
"..."
Yu Lingqian, speechless, flicked Mu Anran's forehead. "This is showing care for my wife, any problem with that?"
Mu Anran smiled sweetly, quickly picked up the bowl of carp soup, and drank it all in one go.
After drinking, she smacked her lips. "How about that, I gave you face, right?"
"Hmm, not bad at all." Yu Lingqian added some greens to her bowl. "As a reward, I'll take you to a cocktail party in a couple of days."
"Cocktail party?" Mu Anran asked in surprise.
Yu Lingqian nodded, explaining, "Aren't you planning to open a film studio?"
