y disappeared. I followed your instructions and transferred all the shares of the company to the second young master's name. After waiting for the second young master to familiarize himself with the c...Fu Mo Han frowned, his voice deep, "Lin Jin Ran, don't forget why you came here!"

"I know, I'll pick some dragon fruit for grandpa right away." Lin Jinran ignored Er Fu Mo Han and turned to walk towards the nearest patch of dragon fruit.

“That’s the uncle, hmph, he always acts so aloof and makes girls take things off.”

"I hate men like that. I will definitely not marry a man like that in the future."

"Yes, my dad doesn't let my mom do anything. I want to marry my dad."

"No way, you can find your dad's boyfriend, but you can't marry your father."

"Why"

"My mom said family can't marry each other."

A few children whispered to each other without any scruples, their childish voices entering Fu Mo Han's ears.

He turned his head to look, and the chattering group of children were immediately frightened into silence, scattering as one. No one dared to say another word.

In the distance, the forest was painted red as fire dragon fruit pickers diligently harvested their bounty, completely oblivious to what had just transpired.

Fu Mo Han gazed at Lin Jin Yan seriously picking fruit from afar, her beautiful figure under the warm sunlight. He strode towards her direction.

At this time, Lin Jinran was just plucking one and placing it in the basket. Her fingers had just grasped another when Fu Mo'han’s cold voice echoed above her head, "You don't need to pick so many, Grandpa can't eat that much."

"Ah!" Lin Jinran was startled and didn't notice that his finger had been pricked by a thorn on the dragon fruit.

The pain made her want to pull away, but just as she did, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. Another hand appeared in front of her and removed her glove.

The fair fingertips, a swelling crimson blood welling out, made Fu Mo'han's brow furrow even tighter.

"I can do it myself." Lin Jinran shrunk back towards the back, she was a bit resistant.

Fu Mo coldly said, "Don't move!"

He took out a clean handkerchief and pressed it against her fingertip, the force slightly heavy. Lin Jinyan instinctively frowned.

Fu Mo Han let go of her hand, his voice cold, "Go wash your hands."

The restroom was a bit far, and Lin Jin didn't want to make another trip. He picked up the dragon fruit he had already harvested with his other hand, intending to carry it along.

Fu Mo Han frowned, reaching out a hand. "Give it to me."

Lin Jinran was puzzled, "What"

"Basket."

Lin Jinran blinked, a little disbelieving that Fu MoHan was actually going to carry the basket.

She was stunned and didn't move for a long time. Fu Mo寒 waited impatiently and simply reached out to grab the basket from her hand, holding it in his own.

"Let's go." The other hand grasped Lin Jinran's wrist, and they strode towards the door.

Along the way, Lin Jinran didn't dare to believe she was looking at the man's back until the two reached the sink, and Fu Mo Han let go of her.

Lin Jin was dejectedly washing his injured fingers, still unable to comprehend Fu Mo Han's actions just moments ago.

He seemed a little nervous just now.

How could it be, how could he be nervous about her

Lin Jinran couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried, so she just gave up. Maybe this was just an illusion.

The finger was only pricked, and after washing it doesn't need to be bandaged.

They picked a few dragon fruits from the basket. That should be enough for grandpa to eat, right So could they go back now

Lin Jinran was just about to tell Fu Mo'han that she wanted to leave when, from afar, she saw the teacher from earlier walking over with a little girl and smiling as he greeted her. "Hello."

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with"

"So, today is Fangfang's birthday. We are preparing a birthday celebration for her in the break room. Fangfang would like to invite all of you to join us. We just wanted to check if that would be convenient for you" The teacher politely inquired.ed his bare hands to dig out the communicator inside. 。This is the tool he uses to contact the organization. He usually hides it in places that people don't notice, and takes it out when he needs to...