Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

It was already evening when Nan Heng arrived, and when Ji Wen came out of the room, he saw Nan Heng still hasn't left.

Then she asked Nan Heng if she wanted to stay for dinner.

Then the old man actually said yes.

At that time, the season stared warmly at the unpacked cake, and a mess, wondering if I didn't have to be too polite with the two brothers in Ink Kang Deep.

……

That night, Nan Heng looked at the takeaways on the table and smoked the corner of his mouth.

“The last time you went to Lao Qin, you cooked a rich meal with your own hands. You can only eat takeout at my place? ”

Mojingdeep threw disposable chopsticks at him, not cold or hot: “Do you think I'm free to cook you a big meal now? ”

Nan Heng raised his eyebrows and turned his gaze directly to Qin Shiting's mouth, who has now become his wife's seasonal warmth.

Seasonal warmth swept the long hair in front of his forehead to the side and showed him the gauze on his forehead, which was already quite obvious. In a carefree tone as deep as ink, he said: “Do you think I can make you a good meal now? ”

Nanheng: “…”

Nan Heng chuckled and broke the disposable chopsticks. He stopped talking. He tasted the dish and picked out the eyebrows: “Yes, I blame you for not coming here enough to meet people everyday. It's good that the chef at this hotel is very skilled and can barely eat it. ”

This is the most famous hotel in T City. It is said that the taste of dishes is famous in the country. You can only barely eat it here in Nanheng?

Seasonal warmth also picked up the chopsticks and clamped them. After taking a bite, I thought it was strange that a man was the one with the real mouth. It was so delicious...

She just sat down and saw Mo Jingshen come and sat down. She paused and her subconscious began to clip the dishes to Nam Heng: “Come on, eat more! ”

She kept piling vegetables back and forth into the bowl in front of Nanheng's eyes. Nanheng looked silently at the hill in front of her and suspected that the warm brain of the season had fallen into trouble.

Her man's sitting next to her. What's she doing clipping him? Disgusting her man?

Nanheng picked up a tall pile of bowls, and as he took a deep look at Mo Jing, he actually saw him sitting there in a desolate way, and he couldn't help but eat and roll.

“The last time you had a birthday, I cut your cake and ate so much. Today's my birthday, the wedding, whatever you like, cut it!” Season Warm put the previous knife in front of Nan Heng and stacked the only four cakes that survived the 21 cakes just now on the table.

Although it's gradient, the last few, the cake colors, from pink to pink, are bright colors.

Nan Heng glanced at the warmth of the season and picked up the knife with a smile. He ordered a little bit on those four cakes. Finally, he looked at the last big red cake. Then he looked at a pair of dolls in a wedding suit made of black and white red chocolate on the cake. He picked up the knife and cut it from the middle.

“Try cutting it.” Mojing's profound tone remained unchanged, and his eyes looked cold at Nam Heng when he opened his mouth.

Nan Heng frowned and laughed: “Seasonal warmth makes me cut. ”

Mojing's deep eyes skewed toward the other three cakes, meaning he'd cut the other three if he wanted to. If he dared to cut the doll's cake down, he'd make sure he didn't see the sun tomorrow morning.

Nan Heng laughed and put the knife down.

“Well, I'm not a birthday star, and I'm really not interested in cakes. ”

“Oh.” Seasonal warmth echoed: “What a coincidence. I haven't been interested in cake lately either. ”

Nan Heng laughed ridiculously: “If you really don't want to eat, I'll take it out and throw it away when I'm gone...”

Before the end of the conversation, Ink Jingdeep directly clamped a fish's mouth off the takeout box and threw it in his bowl. "Eat! ”

Nan Heng looked at the nail-sized fish mouth in the bowl and told him to shut up?

He smiled forcefully: "Your woman is not going to eat this cake. Obviously, we don't have a cold for sweets. If you don't throw this cake away, are you going to leave it at home and seal it as a fossil? ”

Ink raised his eyes deeply, and Rin said softly: "I'll stay as a fossil. Do you have a problem with that? ”

“Whatever he is, you eat more.” Seasonal warmth suddenly caught all kinds of delicious food in Nanheng's bowl, and he whispered, “What else do you like to eat? I'll clip it for you! ”

Nan Heng wanted to smile and look at the look on Seasonal Warm. After all, he didn't say much. Even if he didn't like to eat too much, but what's in the bowl now, he did eat some for face.

He gave Season Warm another look, it is self-evident that Season Warm dared to have a deep temper with Mojing. He didn't have the ability to strangle Mojing directly here. He cooperated with her in finding Mojing a little uncomfortable, but it was still possible.

The result of the fact is that Nanheng was thrown out of the bowl before he had finished eating the rice pile like a mountain. He didn't eat it at all. He was almost cut to the stomach by the cold knife in Ink's eyes. Such a tragic situation was not enough, and he was accompanied by packing the unfinished takeout box.

Finally, Mojingshenzhen is accompanied by a cold, icy "rolling” word.

Tsk, finally understand how Qin Shiting's so-called abuse of Schomold's syndrome by them is going to happen.

He's got his back. Mom is inhumane.

……

Tomorrow is Monday, according to the theory, season warm should go back to T University tomorrow to continue classes, but Mo Jingshen has not yet meant to go back to Haicheng, she is expected to rest in the apartment tomorrow.

Seasonal Warm sat on the bed in the bedroom with a corporate textbook in her hand, intending to take a look at what Professor Lin will say tomorrow.

The spacious bed is soft and the room is also at a good temperature. Though not in the winter, there is a loud breeze tonight. The silence of this moment, compared to the breeze outside the window, has created a sense of unwarranted serenity and security.

Whether the real sense of security comes from the warmth of this room or from the man who lives in this apartment with her, she is too lazy to think about it.

The man pushed the door in, breaking the silence in this room.

Long legs took steady steps toward her without a word.

The woman in bed reading raised her head, her face was calm, she was unhappy without the previous one, but her voice was faint and she had no emotion: “I'm going back to T University tomorrow for class. ”

The man frowned and answered simply, “No. ”

“I just kowtowed my head on the wall, and I've been resting since last night. This course is only a few months away, and I can miss a lot of lessons for a day.” Seasonal warmth sat on the bed with the book and looked at him: “Come to T City is a study, not a vacation, a little sick and slightly injured. If I have to rest at home, what do I look like? You can't let one thing go halfway. I've been here half a month. Do you want me to go straight back to Haicheng with you now? ”