Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Thereafter, the phone stopped moving, and Seasonal Warm glanced at the dark face and name.

He's not gonna keep using her picture as his avatar?

Actually, this picture looks pretty good.

Although she was in the picture, it was not a vulgar big-headed selfie, but at first glance it was like just taking a view outside the car, but the person sitting in the car with him was taking a picture. Seasonal warmth was talking to him at the time, so the expression was natural, the face didn't smell very bad when talking, even a slight smile in the corner of the eye.

Don't tell me it's really pretty natural.

After watching it for half a day, I suddenly realized that I was still narcissistic about Mo Jingdeep's avatar. I instantly withdrew WeChat and continued watching the movie with my face on.

Before half of a movie was finished, Mo Jingshen had come back.

At the same time, Seasonal Warm turned her eyes and saw a bowl of hot face in the man's hand, and it was still a big bowl. She cooked almost two servings of noodles, as if she was afraid that she might say she didn't eat enough.

Mo Jingdeep put the noodles on the table while holding another smaller bowl, put the chopsticks aside, pick out some of the noodles and put them in a small bowl, then turn around and look at the warmth of the season still sitting on the bed: “Not hungry to say you want noodles? Come here."

Seasonal warmth still sits still on the bed, faintly saying: “I can't get out of bed to eat. ”

The man glanced at him and looked at him in the warmth of the season, suddenly realizing if he was going to hold her again, and thinking about it, or else he would just go over and forget about it, and the man picked up the bowl chopsticks and came straight over and sat down beside the bed, patiently clamping his face and feeding it to her mouth: "Eat. ”

Seasonal warmth glanced at him and his lips didn't open.

A man with a deep brow picks: “Why? Let me go out in the middle of the night to cook you noodles. Now I'm cooking noodles, and I'm feeding them to your mouth. You want me to feed you mouth-to-mouth? ”

Season Warm looked at the face in his hand: "How did you get them to empty the kitchen for you? ”

The man looked the same, patiently put the noodles back in the bowl, stained some soup, and kept the noodles on the palate, "Money can push the ghosts to mill, just let them out of the kitchen. ”

Seasonal warmth did not speak.

Come on, this is the most direct way.

She rubbed her lips and saw that he had fed the noodles to her mouth and had held them up for half a day, after which she opened her mouth and ate them.

Delicious.

Even very.

After seeing her take a bite, she chewed it slowly in her mouth. She could swallow it directly, but she didn't swallow it for half a day. The way she swallowed it slowly made the man frown: “Why? Tastes bad? ”

Seasonal warmth answered with a warm conscience: “Not so good indeed. ”

The man laughed, ignoring her words, and gave her another bite: "Eat well or not, or you'll only be hungry until tomorrow morning. ”

“I just said I want seafood noodles.” The season was warm and the mouth was open while the noodles were eaten and the words were vague.

“First, you can't eat seafood right now. Make sure you don't burn it again tomorrow. If you get sick, you have to eat it. Second, at this time, how fresh do you think the seafood ingredients in this kitchen will be? The latest fresh minimum has also been placed for more than 24 hours.” The man is faint: “If you want to eat seafood, find an island to eat in a few days, not in a hurry. ”

Who's going with him to Sea Island.

Seasonal warmth lowered his head and ignored him.

It's actually really good.

How could Mo Jingdeep not understand the little woman's current mouth, but just because she was bullied in bed last night, she was now stubborn, now even more stubborn, easily refused to accept soft.

After all, it was herself who bullied her into this, and she could not be oversummoned.

“If it's not enough, there's more.” Men warn.

Seasonal warmth is swallowing the noodles in a heartbeat. She clearly said it wasn't good and it turned out to be a pleasant time to eat. He fed her a bite and she took a bite. It was only a few sucks and snorts that this little bowl went down in half.

She suddenly said, “Don't eat. ”

“Not hungry? How many bites have you had? ”

“No more. ”

“Don't be ridiculous. Finish your meal. Eat more if you have a rare appetite. ”

Seasonal warmth shrunk back into the bed and covered the blanket on the leg, picking up the phone and intending to keep looking.

Mojing looked deeply at her for a few seconds and put the bowl in her hand down. The force was not heavy, but it was through a bit of a cold air: “Seasonal warmth. ”

He stared at her and calmly called her by her name: “I know you have a temper now, and I did confiscate it last night, but I'm afraid I wasn't the only reason why it all happened last night. You drank like that and ran off to the rain, and I couldn't be too objective and rational with you. I can let you in now and spoil you, but you said you wanted to eat, and I'll cook it for you. Yes, I cooked it on this side. It's delicious or unpleasant. You have to finish it for me, and I can't get over it with my stomach. ”

Seeing her still looking down at her phone, the man raised his hand and squeezed her chin directly, slowed her voice down slightly: “Are you really going to let me feed you with my mouth to mouth? ”

Season Warm hasn't spoken yet, and the man looks down at her: “Your temper is really the same as it was before, stubborn and hard. ”

She was silent for a moment before glancing at him: “Didn't you tell me to stop wearing a gentle mask? What I used to be, still am, Jiangshan easy to change my nature, that's true, I am still that virtuous man, the season-warming mask that I used to think about all the things I do to protect you from marriage is gone, I am me, there is nothing to hide between you and you, you said that I pretend to be in front of you to not divorce, I now live in the past, you said that I am not tempered, deep in ink, you think I am a mud man you want me to rub round, you want me to be round, I want us to be on our side? ”

She said so many things, but the man just smiled and picked up the bowl again: “You're not just temperamental now, you're stabbing me everywhere with what I've said. If I really wanted to hurt you, I'm afraid you can always hold a knife and shout and kill me around my neck. ”

Seasonal warmth swept him.

Shouting and shouting isn't enough.

But if there was no such thing as a life trajectory, and if it wasn't for him and indeed for her plan, she would certainly keep her distance from him now, and she would not travel with him in Beijing for the rest of her life. If she couldn't, she would go back to London and never see him again for the rest of her life.

Now think about it, Mo Jingshen, the far-sighted guy, told her the truth from the beginning, I'm afraid to avoid her hiding too far away from him.