Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mo Jingsheng accompanied Season Warm for a long time on the characteristic street. He also liked to buy a variety of small things when he was shopping in the previous season. Even if he was sick and had confused memories temporarily, his hobbies were the same as before.

I bought too many things and when I got back to the hotel, I was so tired that I couldn't even go down and swim, I fell asleep on my bed and stuck in my quilt.

Seeing the warmth of the season now falling asleep very fast, it turns out that now is a big baby with no heart and no lungs to sleep with.

He laughed for a moment, walked over to help her lift the quilt up, then pulled the hair on her cheek backwards, touched her head, made sure she was comfortable sleeping like this, then turned around to the sofa living room in the suite.

Immediately after arriving in the living room, the manager of the Shine Group responsible for regional tourism management in Argentina called directly and asked, "President Mo, are you sure you want to end this collaboration with Argentina with the Chinese Enterprise Tourism Project? ”

“Mmm.”

“… When I just got the message, I thought I heard it wrong and they said you disqualified Argentina from the project. ”

“You're right, do it. ”

“Okay, I get it. ”

……

The current season warmth is completely unaware that Mo Jingshen can cook, and in the royal garden, Chen sister-in-law and servant cook her a variety of delicious and cerebral medicine meals.

When she woke up after a nap, it was already around 9: 00 pm. She could not sleep on the bed and rolled over. She turned to the lights on at the side of the living room of the sofa and lifted the quilt and got out of the bed. She quietly opened the door and went out, but did not see anyone from deep inside the living room.

The suite has its own family kitchen. Seasonal warmth lay on the door for a moment and listened carefully, as if to hear the sound of a hood across the kitchen, and then ran over to the side, gently pushing open the glass door of the kitchen, and at first glance saw the man standing by the counter cutting the dishes.

I saw the shirt trousers on Ink's body still there, but stood there seriously cutting the dishes, and the season stayed warm for half a day. When she reflected that he seemed to be preparing to cook, I smiled and thought he couldn't hear me. Then I walked over with my hands and feet, and I reached behind him and held him by my arms.

Mo Jing knew she was awake when she appeared outside the kitchen door, but still stopped the knife in her hand because of her sudden motion, her side eyes looking at the little woman holding him with the corner of her eye and putting her face on his back: “Sleep well? ”

“Mm-hmm. I'm tired walking down the street during the day. Have I slept long? ”

The man glanced at the sky outside the window as if by accident: "Fine, not for long. ”

In fact, the season has been warm for five hours.

Sleep is very helpful to absorb blood in her brain, so Mo Jingshen didn't intend to wake her up at dinner time, but just now she was almost awake. At this time, there is no need to ask the hotel people to do anything special to bring her in, just ask the staff to send some ingredients and meat, he will do it, just after the season wakes up, you can eat the meal just made.

The warm face of the season rubbed hard on his back and breathed the smell on his clothes: “Deep down, you smell so good. ”

Mo Jing smiled deeply, leaving her to carry on, cutting the dishes in an orderly fashion, faintly: “Why, when you wake up from a nap and starve like this, are you going to eat me? ”

After listening to the season warm, he immediately opened his lips and bit at his arm. He bit quite hard. The man didn't even have a frown wrinkle. He just turned his head and looked at her: “Are you really going to eat me? ”

Seasonal warmth blinked and looked at him: “I mean, you smell so good, it's either that kind of fragrance or another... Oops, I don't know what to say about the fragrance, just smell so good..."

Mojing deeply hooked her lips because she had some dishes on her fingers, and lifted her hand and pushed her little head away with her back: “Go, sit back in the living room, there are cut fruits on the coffee table, go watch TV or ipad yourself, the food is ready to eat, don't stand behind me like a starving ghost. ”

"I just want to be with you. ”

The curvature deepened on Ink View's deep lips: “Then go get yourself a chair, put it aside, and sit there and watch. ”

“Okay!” the season warmed up and let go of his waist, turning around and running out like a happy child.

Mo Jing deeply heard her running and couldn't help but frown. He said to the outside: "Run slowly, don't fall. ”

Qin Shiting said that he is now with Season Warm every day, living more and more like an careless old father. At this moment, Mo Jingsheng deeply realized the meaning of the three words: old father.

It's true that you can't leave without a glance, and you can't rest assured for a moment.

Seasonwarm ran out, searched the room and didn't find any chairs. Finally, she simply ran into the study room and moved out of a chair. The chair was huge and heavy. She was holding some effort and finally moved into the kitchen. Mo Jingdeep had opened the gas stove by now, and it was not convenient for her to move it for the time being. She turned around and saw the little woman's tired face and redness and panting just to move a chair and come in to see him cook. He sighed: “Just put the door there and sit there and watch. ”

“Oh." Seasonwarm put the chair down and sat there like a particularly good elementary school boy, two hands on his own legs by the rules, and stared at him like that.

When she glanced at her eyes, Ink Jing smiled deeply: "Are you hungry when you wake up? ”

Seasonal warm nod: “Mm-hmm. ”

“Unlike domestic hotels, where seafood predominates, these vegetables and meat ingredients are fresh, but also different from domestic ones. The flavors may vary somewhat, so you barely eat some, hmm? ”

“Smells good already, deeply cooked rice, I can definitely eat a lot! ”

Mojing laughed deeply: "Sick, sweet mouth a lot. ”

Season Warm looked at him and said, "Have you ever eaten anything you cooked before when I wasn't sick? ”

“Have eaten. ”

“Didn't I say it wasn't good? ”

Mo Jing frowned deeply and looked at her.

She did not say that, but every time she went to eat like a particularly reluctant person, as if she didn't want to eat very much. She would never admit to saying the two words "delicious", but almost every time she ate them all. Finally, she leaned aside and continued to play the role of her little white eye wolf.

Especially since she came back from London.

“No, you liked it before, but I don't have that much time to spend with you, and you don't eat it often.” The man said, placing a plate of dishes that had come out quickly.

Seasonal warmth smelled the flavor and saw the dish full of aromas. I couldn't help but swallow the water. My eyes didn't blink. I asked: "It looks delicious. Can I eat now? ”