For an afternoon, Fang Yabo watched Mo Lan Ember spend the time, and Mo Lan Ember was so engrossed in his work that he didn't notice Fang Yabo's gaze at her.

Even if he was aware of it, Fang Yabo could always observe her movements one step in advance and withdraw his eyes.

Even if Moran Ember looked, he could only see Fang Yabo staring at the computer screen seriously.

Moran Ember was busy with work, and in order to complete the work as soon as possible, he accompanied Ya Bo, and he didn't talk to Ya Bo much halfway.

Even though she knew how boring he was right now, she couldn't help it.

Therefore, for Fang Yabo's careful thoughts, Mo Lanyan was aware of them, but he didn't pay too much attention.

By the time Moran Ember finished the pile of papers on the table and stretched out, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon.

Mo Lanyan glanced at the time, and secretly said that it was not good, and then looked at Fang Yabo, but found that Fang Yabo looked at her without blinking, and seemed to maintain this posture and looked at her for a long time.

"How?" Moran Ember lowered his head embarrassedly and pretended to play with his hair, "Is there something in my hair?" How to stare at me. ”

"Nope." Fang Yabo saw through it without saying anything, and changed the topic with a smile, "My dear madam, are you hungry now?" ”

"Yes." Moran Ember got up with a smile, "I've kept you waiting, husband~"

"Soon, just right." Fang Yabo listened to Mo Lanyan's playful husband, he was in a very happy mood, quickly closed the computer, put the computer on the table, and then got up, "What do you want to eat at night?" ”

"Shall we go out and barbecue?" Moran Ember stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Fang Ya's thin arm, "Didn't you like to eat barbecue the most before?" ”

"Okay." Fang Yabo didn't expect Lan Shen to remember this, after all, the last time he ate barbecue, I'm afraid it has been several years since now.

The two quickly decided on tonight's meal and went straight out of the office.

Before leaving the office, Fang Yabo brought a peaked cap on his head and even wore a mask.

Mo Lan Ember saw it in his eyes and didn't say anything, but his originally stretched brows slowly frowned, and there was more worry in his heart. Even the hand that held Fang Ya's thin arm was slightly forced.

"It's fine." Fang Yabo knew what Mo Lan Ember was worried about, and his right hand was on Mo Lan Ash's right hand and clenched it hard.

Although Moran Ember smiled and nodded, his heart was still worried.

In the past, even if he went out to eat with her, he would only wear a hat at most.

Has the identity been kept secret to this extent now?

"Let's go home and eat, let's not go out to eat." Moran Ember grabbed Fang Yabo, and slowly shook his head at the gaze cast by Ya Bo above.

She couldn't gamble with his life.

If the mission was already dangerous, she would rather give up all the arrangements she had just made.

She couldn't joke with his life.

"It's fine." Fang Yabo lowered his head and pressed his forehead tightly against Moran Ash's, "Don't you know who your husband is?" ”

"No one can hurt your husband."

Moran Ember saw that Ya Bo's eyes were sincere, and he didn't look like he was cheating.

"Just ······"

Fang Yabo saw that Mo Lan Ember still wanted to say something, and suddenly pressed his head against Mo Lan Ash's forehead.

"You don't believe your husband?"

"Faith."

"That's enough."

“······”

Moran Ember looked at the face close at hand, stared at those eyes for a few seconds, and then let out a long breath, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a helpless smile.