Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Early the next morning, the season warmed up early in the morning and accompanied Ms. Wanju to the kitchen to study several desserts.

As Mo Jingsheng has said before, his mother often researches health care and is quite good at all kinds of foods. However, there are many domestic servants who do not usually need her to do anything, but usually she will find opportunities to study all kinds of delicious food in the kitchen.

Seasonal warmth was helping to stir the eggs, suddenly the mouth was fed a sip of peanut butter, sweet and fragrant.

“How's it taste?” Wanzhu looked at her with her eyes open and looked forward to her daughter-in-law's compliments.

Seasonal warmth laughed and licked a little residual peanut butter in her lips. She mumbled her mouth again and said, “It's delicious! Absolutely the best peanut butter I've ever tasted in my life! ”

Knowing that this little girl had a lot to do with her horse, Wan Zhu was happy to give her another sip, then turned around to make the cake and said: "You and Jingshen have been living in the royal garden, right? I'm quite familiar with Sister Chen. I know her cooking skills are good. Are you used to eating them? ”

“Sister-in-law Chen cooks very well, and I don't really choose to eat. ”

Wanzhu looked at the warmth of the season and said with a smile when stirring the eggs in the mixer: “Are you... can you cook? ”

Seasonal warming paused, looked down at himself barely a professional method, and replied: “A little, but not too masterful, self-sufficiency is definitely enough, but when he cooks in the depths of the scenery, he cooks much better than I cook. ”

Wan Zhudong looked at her with a surprise: "Did Jingshen cook for you? ”

“Yeah. ”

“Oops, my son is so biased. I've never cooked dinner for him and his father before. Don't say it was a meal. I haven't even had a cup of tea he poured himself.” Marlborough exclaimed, “If you hadn't told me, I didn't even know he had the skills. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

Your son has a lot of skills...

……

Seasonal Warm blended at the Mo family until noon. Occasionally, she chatted with Mo Jingshen's mother. Occasionally, she learned to make all kinds of coffee with Mo's servants. When Su Lao and Su Zhi Lan left, Seasonal Warm did not go out. Anyway, no one asked her to drop off the guests. She also had no time to listen to what Su Zhi Lan would say before leaving.

Until late in the evening, Ms. Wanzhu rushed back to her room to sleep in the afternoon, and when she woke up, it was already sunny outside the window.

I thought I could still have dinner here. After all, she and Mo Jingdeep rarely had such calm and leisure moments.

As a result, Mozambique just dropped the phone and told the servant: "Prepare more sets of utensils, and Ann's family will be here shortly. ”

The maid answered and left, suddenly silent in the lobby.

Seasonal Warm picked out his eyebrows. Is this all together? Miss Sue won't be here till noon. Another Miss Ann at night?

She suddenly turned to look at the depth of the ink.

The man standing beside her slowly, single-handedly. Inside the trouser pocket, the thinly shredded lips pull out a few curves and a chill smile.

“The Mo family was particularly lively this year, the warmth is now in need of rest, too lively environment is not good for her, I took her away first. ”

Go ahead, take Seasonal Warm's hand and turn around.

There is still no hesitation in walking like this.

Moshao immediately raised his eyebrows and before he spoke, Wanzhu suddenly pulled his arm, glanced at him and whispered, "Aren't you obviously going to catch up with them? Forget the Su family came to the door themselves. What do you think of the An family? The view of New Year's Eve was so deep that I brought my daughter-in-law back to stay overnight. I kept the season warm and let her stay for a few more days, but you were good. Now you just kicked me out! ”

Mushao's face suddenly faded and his eyes filled with thin anger: “Mind your own business, Anya's family just came to sit down. What else can I do when Seasonal Warm is pregnant? ”

“And you know warm pregnancy? Then why are you dragging these people in front of her? Your friendship with the family is good, but the warm belly is carrying our own grandchildren! Who kisses you? Who cares? ”

“ …… ”

……

Black Bentley opens his Los Angeles Mox villa at sunset.

The deep bone of Ink View held the steering wheel with clear fingers, his eyes staring straight ahead, indifferent and slightly cold.

Seasonwarm sat on the co-pilot and looked at the man's side face: “It's getting dark. Where are we going? ”

These days in Los Angeles, it's been a long time at the hospital, two days after discharge, one day at XI, one day at Mo's house, and Seasonal Warm feels like he's probably going to be staying at the hotel with Mo Jing Deep tonight.

The man did not answer her, and after another half-sound of silence, his low and faint voice sounded: “You don't eat much at noon. Do you want to eat outside at night or should I cook it for you? ”

“Back where?” Seasonal warmth confused me.

“I was in Los Angeles for so long, I couldn't even have my own place," he said. ”

“Oh, so you haven't been back in so long, can you just go in? ”

“There will be people to clean up every day, ready to stay. ”

“I mean, there shouldn't be any ingredients at home. ”

Seasonal warm mouth was really well fed by Mojing, and she must have chosen the latter between going to the restaurant and going home to eat his cooked meal.

Black Bentley stopped in the parking lot of a large American supermarket chain, and Ink looked deeply at the time and said: "Go buy it. ”

“If it's too late, just buy the ingredients today and eat them outside. You can put them in the fridge tomorrow. ”

“Time will come. ”

“Okay.”

It's really late, it's been over fifty minutes since Mozi drove here, and we don't know exactly where Mozi is staying in Los Angeles.

However, Mo Jingshen's mood was obviously not particularly good at this time. It was presumed that Mo Shaozhe's attitude had just pissed him off, and she didn't say much. She just unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car and followed him to the supermarket.

Two people bought a lot of ingredients and fruits, and Mojingdeep also helped her grab a box of pregnant milk powder on the shelf, all sorts of things piled up in the shopping cart, and if it wasn't for the seasonal warmth, he would probably look at other nutrients and pregnancy essentials in the baby area.

When he was ready to go to the parking lot, Ink raised his hand over her shoulder and took her across the street to the apartment, which was more than eighty stories high.

Seasonal Warm didn't reflect it at first, but he also wanted to say that his hand was carrying so many things. Aren't you going to drive?

It wasn't until after crossing the street and entering the front door of the apartment that Seasonal Warm looked amazingly at the surrounding blonde crowd and the already very mature residential area of the apartment that he realized that it was here.