Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 415: Romantic Atmosphere_1

Chapter 415: Chapter 415: Romantic Atmosphere_1

Goguryeo person?

Once a designer for Sanxin Group, which was among the world’s top 100?

Not going to Dragon City, Feng City, Xiang City, and other big places, you chose to come to little Jiangling City, and even submitted a resume to Luo Ning’s company; it’s indeed unusual.

Mo Han pondered for a moment, but he didn’t take it to heart.

Perhaps this Liu Yuanxi, the girl from abroad, had come to Jiuzhou for a visit and casually found a job, just happened to see Ning’er’s recruitment advertisement.

"Since you’ve come, rest easy, maybe she sees potential in your studio."

Mo Han gently patted his wife on the back and leaned in, his nose wiggling to take a sniff.

His wife really smelled good.

He chuckled, and his hands started to wander over Luo Ning’s body.

In an instant, Luo Ning’s fair cheeks turned red, like a ripened apple tempting to the touch.

"No, Chen Chen is still in the room..."

Luo Ning struggled twice, trying to push Mo Han’s big hands away, but she was so soft and weak that she couldn’t muster any strength.

This past year, Mo Han’s career had reached a low point, and his mother-in-law had been meddlesome and pressured them to divorce, not to mention their daughter Chen Chen’s illness.

They had no time, nor were they in the mood, for much intimacy.

It was only in these past two months that drastic changes had occurred in Mo Han’s life. Not only had his daughter’s illness been cured, but Luo Ning had also assumed the position of General Manager of Luo’s Group. Even though she had been dismissed, she finally had some funds to do what she wanted to do.

Thinking of all that Mo Han had done for her recently, Luo Ning bit her lip, conflicted for a while, and then stopped resisting.

She was his wife; she might as well let him bully her.

Seeing that his wife stopped struggling and began to respond to him, Mo Han was overjoyed. It seemed his celibate monk days were finally ending.

He immediately embraced his wife, savoring her sweet lips. Luo Ning reciprocated firmly, and that kiss lasted for a good ten minutes.

After a long, tender moment together, Mo Han couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He swallowed and whispered in his wife’s ear, "Ning’er, I want to..."

Luo Ning lowered her head, glanced at the sleeping girl on the bed, and slowly nodded, giving a soft moan before lying down on Mo Han.

Success!

Overwhelmed with joy, Mo Han quickly took off his top and revealed his lean body.

"Click..."

Just then, the sound of a door handle turning came from outside, followed by the voice of his mother-in-law, Yang Meifeng, "Ning’er, why is the door locked? Open up, I have something to ask you!"

Boom!

Luo Ning and Mo Han were electrified and immediately separated.

Luo Ning covered her flushed cheeks with both hands and whispered to Mo Han, "It’s all your fault, doing this kind of thing to me in broad daylight. When mom comes in, how am I supposed to explain? I’m so embarrassed..."

Mo Han smiled naively, "What’s there to explain? We’re husband and wife, doing what a husband and wife should do; isn’t that normal?"

"Are you trying to kill me?!" Luo Ning pouted and scolded, then raised her voice and called out, "Mom, I’m still not finished with the work in my studio, let’s talk later."

"No! I need to come in now!"

Yang Meifeng, anxious about whether the five hundred thousand had been transferred, gave no chance for her daughter to refuse.

Seeing her mother was insistent on entering and unable to stop her, Luo Ning sighed and gave Mo Han a look of ’deal with it yourself.’ She straightened her clothes and went to the door.

Creak, the door opened.

Unable to wait, Yang Meifeng rushed in, "Ning’er, did the five hundred thousand get transferred to your grandmother’s account?"

"Uh, let me check," Luo Ning turned around, picked up the phone from the desk, and glanced at it twice, "Not yet."

"Several hours have passed, how could it not have transferred? She isn’t trying to default, is she?"

Yang Meifeng frowned and suddenly, noticing Luo Ning’s reddened cheeks, she couldn’t help but ask, "Ning’er, what happened to your face? You have a cold? Why are you red like a monkey’s butt?"

Uh...

Who calls their own daughter’s red face like a monkey’s butt.

"No... nothing." Luo Ning, embarrassed, looked down and tried to shoo her mother out, "Mom, I still have work to do, go play in the living room for a while. I’ll let you know when it’s transferred."

"Oh, alright, but you must tell me when it’s transferred!"

Yang Meifeng agreed, but her eyes wandered off. With a single glance, she saw more than she bargained for!

Mo Han was lying on Luo Ning’s bed, shirtless, though he was beside his sleeping granddaughter, Chen Chen. Yet the freshly emerged sweat beads on his body were obviously from recent exertion.

Taking in her daughter’s blushing cheeks and evasive eyes, Yang Meifeng, who had been around the block, immediately understood.

Her face turned serious instantly, and she said sternly, "Ning’er, come out! I need to talk to you!"

"Mom..."

"Come out!"

Luo Ning, with no other option, went to the living room with her mother.

"Ning’er, tell me the truth."

Yang Meifeng faced her sternly and asked coldly, "Were you and Mo Han doing something in the room just now?"

"No... We weren’t," Luo Ning, feeling guilty, didn’t dare to look at her mother and said stubbornly, "Mo Han has just been accompanying Chen Chen to sleep, and I’ve been busy with work."

"You know, mom, I’m planning to get the studio set up by next month..."

"Don’t change the subject with me!"

Mother knows best, and Yang Meifeng could tell from Luo Ning’s demeanor and actions that her guess was right.

Ning’er must have been intimate with Mo Han just then.

Damn it!

Mo Han, that little bastard, only knows how to swindle people with feng shui. While he did swindle a villa, it’s just the right to live there; nothing else, just like a second Luo Shanchuan.